Yeah, I got "tagged" too. Here are seven random facts.

1. I never liked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches growing up. But lately I can't seem to get enough of them. I blame it entirely on the invention of this product.

2. I have had three surgeries in my life. Two for the same issue.

3. I tend to get really thirsty at night so I always sleep with a glass of water by my bed.

4. My right foot is slightly bigger than my left.

5. One of my favorite books as a young reader was The Mouse and the Motorcycle. To this day, if I come across that book in a stack I will stop and skim through it.

6. I read cookbooks as if they are novels.

7. I can fall asleep just about anywhere, at any time. It is both a blessing and a curse.

Lost and Found, Sort of
I am good people. I pay my taxes. I volunteer my time and donate my money to various charities. I say please and thank you and excuse me. I remember birthdays and special occasions. I do not kick kitties or puppies or people. I am good people.

So explain to me, universe, why it is that I have to always be the one who gets shat upon in the grand scheme of life? Oh the list is long and filled with vagrant attacks against my good nature the latest of which is forcing me to look for the silver lining lest I become one of those people whose sour demeanor begins to destroy any chance once held for a life of happiness.

My wallet was stolen.

Yeah, that makes it the second personal item of mine to be stolen while at work. This job, it is costing me way more than any other has. Luckily (see the silver lining poking through?) I discovered it very soon after it happened and was able to cancel all of my credit cards before the thieves got too out of hand. Only one charge at the gas station up the street before I nixed their fun shopping spree ideas. And even luckier (more lining, slightly more polished) the quick response I had was proof that my thieves apparently have a conscience because after they realized that the fun they had hoped to have wasn't going to happen, they returned my wallet. Well, they left it, and all of it's contents, minus two dollar bills, a dollar in quarters and my Starbucks gift card, on top of the tampon dispenser in one of the women's bathrooms where a coworker found it and called me to come and get it.

So, moral of the story? I do not have to get a new license or a new wallet. I do not have access to any plastic for 7-10 business days. And I no longer trust anyone. Not even the nice people in my community. And also, I might just be done being nice because karma, she obviously isn't keeping score anyway.

I'm busy...
But in the meantime here is something to keep you entertained. I've never particularly enjoyed this band but I am really into that song lately. Actually, I think I am really into the video but in this day an age it's all kind of the same thing isn't it?

Back after this week; once I have a chance to catch my breath from the start of another school year.

Celebrated
Today I had Pringles and a juice box for breakfast. Apparently, with age does not come the ability to make better food choices.

Since last we spoke dear internet I have celebrated yet another year of making the best of what I've got. I turned 27 with much fan fair and hoopla, or at least with some good food and roller skates. Indeed, there was roller skating and cake eating and a baseball game and catching up with some really amazing people. I have to admit, an August birthday is always a good cap to the summer. It allows me to leave the summer and start the fall with an overwhelming feeling of love from those around me. It's the kind of thing I wish I could just bottle up and and open from time to time when I need a good dose of happy.

Thanks to all of you who helped make my birthday memorable. Especially those of you who slipped gift cards into my birthday envelopes, I would totally share my Pringles breakfast with those people.

Love Knows No Color
arib: Mom, I got a new day planner!!!
mom: ...
arib: Look, it's purple and shiny with a built in page marker!!
mom: ...
arib: You don't care that I got a new planner do you?
mom: No, not really.
arib: ...