listening to
beach ball by r.e.m. i'm feeling r.e.m.-y lately, and particularly reveal-ish and up

waiting
an agonizingly long time for the stupid asshole passion cake to cool enough to place the cream cheese frosting on without it all falling off. grrrr.

wondering
who in 603 is calling me. i don't know where new hampshire is, nevermind know anyone there (but i do love the state motto: live free or die:)

also wondering
why the phone rang 6 times in as many minutes... all different people too : (clearly we don't stay on the phone to chit chat around here:)

liking
'shake it photo' though i sometimes worry i will shake my iphone so hard i will hurt it's little brain :(

disliking
'runway' lately - sigh. i think it's time for me to move on from air traffic control (being a valet hero doesn't interest me either... the stress is heart-stopping)

wishing to
escape to san francisco on spring break. but only to a hotel with a heated indoor pool and all-you-can-eat waffles for breakfast :) i want zachary's pizza, ici icecream and to visit lauren's trees :)

now listening to
cannonball by the breeders. it reminds me of a particularly awesome time in 1995 with my pre-hubbie driving around England and France with lots of really great music

sometimes
i still really really really really miss Princess Diana, she's been gone absolutely forever and was my most shining icon of mother-of-little-boys goodness :(

loving
the weather these days. it's 73 perfect degrees of warmth for the soul

hating
annoyingly optimistic books like 'the little engine that could' and 'oh the places you'll go'... they are agony for an eternal pessimist realist to read aloud (and i admit i turn 3 pages at once and skip particularly hard-to-stomach paragraphs)

also hating
painfully over-auto-tuned voices

adoring
bedtime - always. i love 8pm :)