it's the climb

i am about to blow my lid; i am the happiest girl on the face of the planet.

two days ago, i thought i was the luckiest girl in the world. then i discovered when it rains, it pours. but opposite style. my life is a full-on flood of GOOD! following the flowers, i have been crazy excited to see bish (aka dysfunction) and never thought anything could distract me from that...

until i found the newest addition to my Bestie Club. her name is tess. and she totally *hearts* hannah montana. and i *heart* tess.

we went and saw the hannah montana movie last night. not quite "slumdog millionaire" as far as the as the Academy is concerned, but it totally wins the award for "jay's ultimate heart-tug, super fun and fabulous movie of a lifetime award".

i thought yesterday night was the epitome of happiness...

then i walked into work today, to have tess super stoked to learn the hoedown-throwdown. she rocks it. i need ALOT of practice. fortunately for me, i have bish in town for the weekend. we can have a hoedown-throwdown weekend.

ok, so bottom line: super happy girl. bishbishbish! hoedown-throwdown. dancedancedance. (and bishbishbish!!!)

parting words (and words to live by):

there's always gonna be another mountain.
i'm always gonna wanna make it move.
it's always gonna be an uphill battle.
sometimes i'm gonna have to lose.

it ain't about how fast i get there.
it ain't about what's waiting on the other side.

it's the Climb.

i'm totally embarrassed that it took ten years of bish and a little hannah montana to make me happy... but, i feel like i am the summit and looking down at how far i've come. the view is beautiful from the top.

I'm ashamed to admit

I watched Hannah Montana. After swearing her off. But I was drunk. And in the woods. And in the middle of a rousing game of reverse-strip-rummy. So it doesn't really count.

Right?

the truth

Another note about Saturday... I did NOT watch Hannah Montana. It was mildy painful, but bearable. However, this is only week one in kicking the addiction. I'm not sure if it gets better or worse as time wears on. I do know that I miss her already. Sweet nibblets!

Baby Steps

Call me weird, but I was really looking forward to turning 30. I counted down the days a year and a half ahead of time. I thought that when 30 hit, it would be like *poof* you're an adult. Turns out, it doesn't work that way.

So, I've decided to institute a plan to induct myself into adulthood. These are all baby steps and this is only the beginning. See the plan below.

• Clean my car. I do this annually every November, but I forgot last year.
• Balance my checkbook. This is a very adult thing to do that hasn't been done since 2003.
• Stop drinking liquor directly from the bottle (unless it is in a paper bag).
• Grocery shop regularly (and not out of my Mom's fridge).
• Limit ice cream for dinner to once a week, unless there is a special occasion.
• Remember to call my friends more regularly, especially the pregnant crazy one.
• Stop watching "Hannah Montana". This one will be difficult, but necessary.
• Use prescription medicine when it's prescribed, not for fun.
• Watch the news (instead of "Hannah Montana").
• Buy a fish and care for said fish. It will teach me responsibility and foster my maternal instinct. Yeah right.
• Stop considering the clothes on the top of the dirty laundry pile as "kinda clean".
• Open a savings account (to save up for the fish's college tuition).
• Don't burp in public.
• Make more lists.

This is only the beginning, people. Let the metamorphosis begin.