All Things Important

I can easily eat a whole box of granola bars. I mean clean out an unopened box in a 24 hour period. I really like granola bars.



I'm a hopeless romantic. Waaitt a sec, I just used the phrase "hopeless romantic". Ew. I will not become that person. What I meant to say is, I dream of that crazy-stupid-love (I feel more comfortable with that phrase).

 

I want spontaneity. Like drop everything, load the truck, and drive to the Pacific Ocean so I can stick my toes in the sand. Unfortunately, my bathing suit and I are at war. I don't have that kind of cash. Oh yeah, and I don't have a license...

 

I dream of the "Somedays". You know, the "Someday" when I drop the granola bar, hop into the bathing suit and the car and go find that crazy-stupid-love somewhere amongst the sand I crave.

 

"Somedays" aren't a bad thing. It means I have goals. Where I am in my life right now was once a "Someday". And now here I am.

 

I want to get on a stage that is not my living-room coffee table. I know if I try, I will someday. How can I expect someone to believe in me if I don't entirely believe in myself. We make our own luck.

 

My favorite color used to be yellow. Now I think it's orange. But I may change my mind.

 

I think the biggest compliment someone can give me is to say I look like my mom. I can always tell if they're genuine.

 

Here is a list of some of my favorite words: Putz, Schmuck, bona fide (pronounced Bone-A-Fide), Good Grief, and Murph. The last one is not really a word. It is a sound. I like it.

 

My father, the single parent to four children who makes constant sacrifices for us and works harder than any one I know, always scratches my back when I'm scared. He's my idol.

 

I have learned a great many wisdoms from The Beatles, but there is one simple line I believe to be the most sound advice you will ever recieve.

All you need is Love.