If I had a million dollars I'd be asleep rather than doing laundry.

It's 2:05 a.m. on a work night and I have to get up in three hours. Why am I awake? Apparently I'm awake because LAUNDRY NEEDS TO BE DONE.

I went to bed fairly early for me - a little after ten, just enough to give me 6 1/2 hours of sleep. But there was this book. And since there was a book, and since books are for reading, I read it.

No problem. Midnight. Still enough for 5 hours of sleep. Then I started praying. You see, I'm getting a little nervous about this whole A getting married thing. I love A, I think D is fabulous, and I think A+D is a wonderful idea and am terribly happy for them. But it means that I lose a roommate that I adore. I feel left behind. But God and I are dealing with that. So a few shed tears and a prayer later and I'm ok.

Then, the age old question, "What would I do if I won $1,000,000?" pops into my head. (After taxes of course, since the math would just be too confusing to take taxes out in day dreams. And of course, it was NOT won by playing the lottery.) I don't know why this popped into my head; it simply did. (One modestly sized three bedroom home that is beautifully decorated with a fenced in back yard for Harvey and Genevieve (my two boxers) and a little Maltese named after a princess that I'll keep inside. A brand new Toyota because they last forever. A new computer that lets me hold it on my lap without the little arrow thingy becoming possessed and moving around of its own volition. Cooking classes. No debt.)

Then, CMI (Current Male Interest) pops into my head. Well, now I've had it. My new strategy is this: CMI pops into my head, I pray, "Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all." You see, I'm simply not good enough for someone like CMI. Not that he's perfect, because he's not. But there is simply too much in me that needs to be fixed and he does NOT need a fixer upper. Not to mention that the man is just too cute for words and although I'm not bad to look at there is quite a bit of padding that needs to be removed.

Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all.

So, thoughts of CMI were replaced by thoughts of LAUNDRY and suddenly any attempt at sleep seems like a pointless endeavor. So here I am, 2:22 in the morning, typing a blog, drinking Sleep Time Tea in vain hopes that it may do some good, and listening to the sound of the washer.

Oh, and you will all be proud to know that I have not baked ANYTHING for CMI at all. My other new strategy is the Do Nothing Approach.

DOH.

Lord, bless him and help me not think of him at all.

What I'm doing with my life

1. I just made manicotti for the first time.

2. I signed up to be a part of the Thomas Nelson Book Review Bloggers program. Very excited. They are sending me Ted Dekker's Green. Free books. :D

3. I joined a gym today.

4. I have a date tomorrow. We'll call him B.

5. I talked myself out of spending money today.

6. I went grocery shopping yesterday and plan to eat at home for the next week. (Unless someone else is paying, of course.)

7. I joined the choir at church.

8. I am looking for a cake decorating class.

9. I am looking into going back to school next semester for Organizations Communications.

10. I am in week 3 of my Beth Moore study. This week the big challenge is realizing that I am to treat myself as though I am holy since I am being sanctified. What do I watch? What do I listen to? How do I behave on dates? How do I speak? What do I read?

After I got over the shock and devasation of the break up, I realized that I am not stressed out nearly as much as I was. We were afraid I had an ulcer; I feel fine. I'm sleeping better, and I'm actually happier. Yes, there are still sometimes that I miss him, and there are times that I wish that we could be friends one day, but I still think that this would be unwise.

I like my life now. There is a lot of room for improvement of course, but I'm working on it. Next project: get in to the habit of doing laundry weekly and actually hang it up rather than just wear it out of the basket...