I can not believe it is Tuesday. My four day work week is half over and it just blows my mind how quickly the days go. I used to look at the calendar and think God, is it still March?, but now I’m having to flip the months over three days late because I’ve just been so caught up. It amazes me how fulfilled I am, how happy and how I still have things I want to do and see and feel, but that doesn’t stop how awesome everything is right now.

I had a fabulous weekend, despite not seeing any fireworks on the fourth. I did, however, see Toy Story 3 with my sister Jamie Saturday night and oh my God. I cried like you would not believe. I mean, my chest was hurting trying to keep the sobs in so I wouldn’t scare the children around me. That series just means so much to me. The first one is one of those movies I can replay in my head and get every line, every shot, every character exactly right. I remember going to see that the night before Christmas Eve and staring out the window as we passed the strawberry patch, replaying it in my head and thinking about all the new toys I would get that year and how they could all be friends like that.

But it was a perfect movie, a perfect end to the series and a perfect experience. Except for the woman who brought a six-month-old baby in there who screamed for at least 20 minutes. I think I said something to Jamie like, “If that damn kid ruins my Disney experience, I will be so pissed.” And my favorite part, besides the movie of course, was the older couple that came in together. He had a bag of popcorn, she had a drink and they sat right behind Jamie and me, laughing and saying “Whoa!” when things would shock them in the movie. So cute. Still going on dates, still sharing popcorn, still completely fascinated by movies? Incredible.

So go see it. ‘Cause the movie’s just awesome anyway. And so funny. SO funny. And unless you a heartless, soulless mongrel like Justin, you’ll cry. But he says he’s never cried in a movie so he can’t be trusted. Remember that.

Sunday I spent the entire day with Amanda, Stew and their little nugget Avery who was giving me a severe complex by screaming every time he was next to me in the car (I will just work with the assumption that a four month old will hate his carseat, not the lady letting him gnaw on her finger for teething purposes). It’s been forever since Amanda and I have seen each other and it was my first time meeting Stew, but we all had a blast. Shopping, eating at Hooter’s for my first time EVER, driving to see fireworks, deciding to go swimming instead and then having David meet us and eating at Kuma later? SPLENDIFEROUS! . . . sorry.

I didn’t get that picture perfect 4th of July I’ve wanted for so long, but I got something even better. Something tangible and real and something that I can have every day of the week. I’ve got people who love me and care about me, people who make me laugh, people to share hot wings with and people who will give me a fucking knock out with their head as they try to hug me. Amanda can also NOT BE TRUSTED.

But um HELLOOOO. My birthday is FRIDAY. I am going to be 22 years old and that is just . . . ridiculous. I love birthdays and I am SO excited, but I thought I’d remind all of you: that is also Tom Hanks birthday. So make sure to watch a little Hanky Hank Hanx action. Might I suggest Toy Story 3?

AND HEY. Thanks to a friend of mine, Carly, I have another project to start. It’s called 52 Weeks of Lists and each week I’ll post a list of things and do this for an entire year. I haven’t even started thinking about what my lists are going to be yet, but we all know that I love a good project. Like REPLANTING several flowers after my dogs dug a ginormous hole and then ATE my flowers in the garden yesterday. Oh I cried and cried until David promised me that this was fixable (which he then proved by replanting one that was tossed up against the house) and that apparently there is some kind of spray called Dog-Gone that keeps them away from flowers? That’s not the point. The point is I have three dogs for sale and I’m not asking for much.

Martina McBride says that the “sweetest thing that you’ll ever see in the whole wide world is a happy girl.” You diabetics better stay back, because I’m positively beaming these days.

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