It's raining and thundering and I'm about to do laundry and my nails. _This_ is an almost perfect evening.

I'm proud to say that I made it through pilates this afternoon with MUCH less trouble than the previous days. I feel stronger, I really, really, do.

If this is any warning of what my future niece or nephew is going to be like, god help us all. Kristin had her doctor's appointment today in which she was supposed to find out the sex of the baby. When the doctor rubs the goo all over and puts the thing on there so they can look he has two goals, to get a good picture of the baby's face, and a picture of it's ...part. When the picture came up the little rascal had it's legs crossed and it's face covered with one hand! He/she might as well have been dancing a little jig and singing "nanny nanny boo boo" at them.

In other news...I need dinner.

HA HA HA
My dad told me yesterday that he feels like the man on Fiddeler On The Roof where his daughters are concerned.
I get this entertaining visual picture of my dad danceing around a barn singing If I Were A Rich Man Tevea style...that alone makes me laugh out loud, then comes putting the rest of my family into charecter, leaving Kevin out and replacing him with alaina...and I can see where my dad is coming from...except that I am not marrying a taylor...hmmm
I have a love for sour candy...especially these sour ropey things that I am sucking on now.
I am also having a pillow problem. I have in the past slept with as many as 3 pillows...but dew to recent neck pain I am down to one...the problem is that my neck still hurts when I wake up...I have started leaning my head over the end of my bed 5 minutes before I get up...this makes it feel better,but I cant very well sleep like that. It is very disturbing

I go walking sometimes running every evening for an hour, it's a good time to think and pray...I like doing it. I'm not sure why I am saying that...I am really tired and my feet are screaming at me because I need new shoes.
I will never understand guys. I think the closest I have come so far is my brother and my dad...and as I am sure it doesn't suprise some of you my brother is a land of insanity that I don't venture into often...at least as far as trying to understand him goes. I love my brother. In fact I would go as far as to say that I adore my brother...of all of my siblings I admire him the most. I love my sisters...I'm not saying that I don't, but Kevin is special. Kevin is all I could ask for in a brother...he doesnt care that he is younger than most of us...he makes it his responsability to watch out for all four of us.
A boy was rude to me on the phone the other day and Kevin took the phone from me and told the kid never to be disrespectful to his older sister again. Even though I know that it makes his head grow...I am really proud of him.
My Dad is the only man I think I can figure out. I am really, really close to my dad though so that is probably why...and still there are things that I will never understand. I have known these two men for either my entire life or theirs and there is still no way that I will ever completely figure them out. This makes me rethink getting married...
and that is what has been running around in my brain for the last half hour...it doesnt mean much...its just there so I am going to stop now.

my grandmother who's name is Nana used to read to my sisters and I before we went to bed when we where staying at her house.
I can remember how the bed we slept in felt. I remember how the room smelled and the sound of the cealing fan.
I rememeber the book she read, it was called the Tawny, Scrawny, Lion.
I remember the sound of her voice as she read and how she ran her fingers though my hair.
For some reason this is a very important memory to me. Maybe because it's the only memory I have of feeling like a grandchild and not a stranger to my grandmother. I dont know...I was just thinking about it

strange things...
My sister always comes in late. Always. A couple of nights ago she came in at her usual 3 am...despite the fact that we are too old for them we have bunk beds...she sleeps on the top. She doesnt like to climb into her bed in the dark...so she has developed this system...she turns on the bedroom light...gets ready for bed...turns on the cd player, which she sets to repeat the same song all night long,...turns on a big flash light that she has on her bed...turns off the bedroom light...gets in bed and turns out her flash light. I put up with this most every night. Until the other night when I somehow managed to fall back asleep in the middle of her ritual, and woke up again after she had fallen asleep. She had left her flash light on, but it was not the light that had made me wake up...it was her repeating music...I tried to ignore it and sleep...but then I realized there was light coming from somwhere...I try to ignore that...and then BAM! something falls on my head...its her stuffed dog...I couldnt take it anymore so I jumped up, grabbed the dog and started beating her with it ..yelling for her to turn off her flash light.
I thought I was going to go insane!