So far, I’m not impressed with the Sony. The touch screen is more of a frustration to me than anything. I’m trying hard to like it, though. So far, every picture I’ve taken has been bad. But I have a weekend at the farm to really test it out. If Kip comes out looking like an over sized bunny, it’s out for sure. But seriously, reviews have been better for the Casio. And as much as it freaks me out to have a camera that reminds me of my Caboodle and mini-keyboard days, everybody deserves a second chance, right?

And, I was looking for a Caboodle tonight and couldn’t find one.

I bought an awesome Christmas gift for Savannah today! I found it totally by chance, and I’m winning best-Auntie points for it (not that you can buy love). I just hope her parents haven’t already gotten it! Or, that she opens mine first. :) It rocks so much! I actually looked for one and found one, but it was …uh weird, and like a bazillion dollars. This one is so much better, and I think Savannah is sophisticated enough for 8+. Yeah? I can’t wait to say what it is!

Due to the beginning nature of my job (I hope), I read a lot of CNN.com. I’ve been catching up on the news that I haven’t watched in, oh, my whole life. And honestly, there’s not that much going on. Granted, CNN probably isn’t the best source for hard hitting news. …which seems odd, but come on - are they going to report that Obama is a hand-puppet? It’s mostly nonsense and the only reason that’s what I chose is because the techie guy who comes in every once in a while used CNN.com to check my Internet or something.

caller: “Can I please speak to your IT department?
me: “Um, what is that?”
caller: “Computers and networks.”
me: “Yeah, we don’t have one of those.”

Anyway, I read fairly recently (not on CNN.com) that our big government has a lot of superfluous laws laying around. In other words, they work hard to pass silly laws to prevent one situation, and then never abolish them. Here’s a perfect example: A woman is being fined for dying her poodle pink. She did so to promote breast cancer awareness. She’s a hair stylist, and says she’s certain the dye isn’t harming the dog because she used beet juice. Awesome idea to me… beet juice? Who knew! Anyway, I was shocked to read a comment from prosecutors saying that their job is to enforce law, and that’s all they’re doing.

Blindly.

What was the original law passed for? …to discourage people from dying chicks and bunnies for Easter.

I’m reminded of Josiah’s neon sign: What the crap?!

As I left the office today, on the way to the farm, I noticed for the first time that 175 is the ugliest way to leave Dallas. Looking to my right and left, I was reminded of what New Orleans must look like - entire neighborhoods boarded up. These houses are on perfectly nice pieces of land, decently spaced, and are probably historic to some degree. And yet… boarded up. Somebody should fix that because I’m sure there are a lot of people who would pay nicely to live that close to the city center.

Not me. The farm is too close to the city if you ask me. I can see my neighbors.

6:40 am is too early to get up, no matter how you spin it. I typically get to bed at 10:30 and that gives me about eight hours of sleep. Still, I fight getting out of bed. That’s not unusual, I’ve never been a morning person. But for years I’ve gone to bed really late, so morning was an avoided evil. 10:30 isn’t that late! Last night, I went to be at 9:30! And I still fought the morning.

I don’t know how people do it.

When I get home, it’s all I can do to scrape together something vaguely resembling dinner, though a poor excuse at that, shower and crawl in bed.

Anything else? Are you kidding? When can I ever go to the grocery store? Clean my bathroom? Make sure the kitchen sink doesn’t have stains in it? Vacuum?

Quilt?

…paint?

What are those things?

I wasn’t made to do this whole business world thing. It’s not in my physical make-up.

Just recently I said I needed to forgo sleep in order to work on creating a business for myself that will let me step away from reliance on, um, employers.

I have no idea how I’m going to do that. I’m having a really hard time holding myself together as it is.

A woman I used to go to church with has told me on more than one occasion that she admires that I purchased my own car and live (pseudo) on my own and have a job, because she went straight from one household to another. No, you loon, no.

Also, I now know why there is always a pair of pantyhose hanging in my grandmother’s bathroom.

Closer by Ne-Yo.

Today, I watched a video of a keynote speaker as he presented on passion (and personal branding, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this). I’m not going to link it because there was profanity in it that I don’t think is cool. (Kids, profanity is not cool. It’s stupid and it makes you look stupid.)

This guy said stop doing what doesn’t make you happy, because you can waste just as much money doing what makes you happy.

This in itself is not the revelation, because I’ve been saying this basically my whole life. Every human does at some point - it’s nature to want what you want. But my mom says, “Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to.”

No you don’t.

You only have to if you’re a sellout.

Revelation: I’m a sellout.

I’m tired of working a stupid job that makes me miserable. (I know! Only you can determine how you feel. Whatever.) I want to quilt. I want to paint. I’m good at it.

This keynote speaker said (paraphrase), “We’re starting businesses! We’re not partying!” I.E. word hard. This is a basic principle; I know this, my parents taught me this, even if they think I squandered the lesson.

Another revelation: It’s not news to me that school is not important, but it occurred to me: No one I know is working in the field they went to school for.

(Of course, this fell apart when I though of Jenny, so don’t nitpick.)

(Can I use two colons in one sentence?)

Conclusion: I’m giving up sleep.

ps. This post brought to you by the phenomenon known as Midnight Genius.