I'll be the girl with the clear head.

Happy New Year. I missed me.
So for what its worth, December 08 was a long weird life altering /relationship changing month. After putting T.M.I. about my personal happenings out in the universe I found no one really needs to hear that except the parties involved.
I am such a huge fan of being real, being direct that I surprise myself looking back at my emails and horrible self loathing status updates.
Is social networking dangerous? Sure. Absolutely. It is too tempting to let it all out at 1 a.m. when you are really ticked off. Gmail has this tool in its settings called Mail Goggles where it inhibits you to send late night emails or drunk mail/texts by making you solve 5 math problems. I don't drink but I do drama.
Resolutions? I don't really have a resolution. I have a plan. I am gonna run. This time next year my head should be so clear. Over Christmas we were all pumped up about finding the jingle bell rock and spent a whole entire day on the Wolf River Trails hunting for it. I fell in love with the trails and there are many. I had never been thru them. Johnson Park has a really great trail, but the Wolf River Trails are awesome and are for a runner. Scenery changes every mile and is so well layed out its ridiculous.
And I am channeling my destiny. When I was 8, My mom used dress me and my sister up and make us go with her to her grandmothers beautiful house off Alicia Drive. I hated that house, I was so scared of old people in general ,but this grandma- Mama G- was in a way dreamy but sad and she lived with her sisters that were old and sick. Aunt Jimmie probably had Alzheimer's,was bed ridden and I just thought she was always ghostly hallucinating. So on one visit Aunt Jimmie looks at me and tells me I look like a good running boy. WHAT? running boy. I was already sensitive about being so tall and now she thinks I'm a boy~ in the same sentence she also told me to get the spaghetti out of her closet :-)
Anyway I think the story was her dad worked for the post office and she was a runner or helper. Ill have to ask mom on that. So I still don't do good with old people, but I have enormous patience for toddlers. I love littles. I need to love MY littles more. I haven't put them before myself lately. I'm gonna make some cookies and listen to them today. Here, catch some loveYY