Hell On Wheels

At last, the optimistic post I was talking about...

I ran out of cinnimon life this morning...but that was after I woke up to a phone call saying that my car still wasn't done.

Where's the optimism? Well, I don't have to pay for it yet:)

My dad called me sweetie when I called him this morning for my insurance information. A better way to start the day than a phone call from my mom I guess.

4 more days...is unfortunately going to feel like 4 more weeks.

My brother is still in Brazil, but comes back this Tuesday...fortunately he's flying through Miami again. The unfortunate part is that it's going to be at 5:30 a.m. and I still won't have a car.

I really shouldn't have made cookies last night since there's no one here to eat them but me. One good thing though, they have oatmeal in 'em, so on a positive note, I'm at least being good to my heart:)

I've converted my old monogrammed stein into a coin jar...maybe now instead of filling it with alcohol, I can fill it with that three hundred dollars I still haven't found...


"Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet..."