Everything Under the SUN! WHOOO!

I quite literally started typing a title three times before I erased it, thinking on something else to say. Finally I just decided to find a title that may warn you of the multiple things to talk about. Its a full day really. I'm sitting here huddled close to my computer, headphones blasting a USA soccer game in my ear as I wait and hope. Its 32 minutes in and nothing but attempts yet. I love it really. I love alluding to some grand piece of history or some symbolic reference that makes me feel like I live and breathe humanity. So huddled by my little radio, listening, waiting... makes me feel like some piece of the greater majority of people that have done the exact same thing for decades upon decades.
Today is my brothers b day. Naturally, since I live two hours ahead of him, I take great joy in calling him early to bug him. I know he gets up much earlier then he used to, but the loving brother that he is, he pretends to be grumpy just to add to my joy. Truthfully, one of the least favorite things about my job is when I have to take calls where people inform me of a death. I'm sad for children who have lost parents. Sadder for parents who have lost children. However the one that seems to always get me the most is the siblings. My brother and I were not always close, but in the last five years, he has become one of my closest friends. My throat tightens with grief for those people, knowing that when I'm 80 and I cannot hear, I plan to be annoying customer service reps by calling in on behalf of my older and even more deaf brother. Hopefully by then, I will have found more clever ways to annoy him then just calling him very early in the morning.

So happy birthday Boogie Boo. Today, we celebrate you in our lives and as many ways that I want to be sarcastic, I'm being serious. Thanks for being born. Thanks for being my friend. And thanks for being my brother. I wouldn't want anyone else to be my bro. There is no one else that can hit a baked potato ball with a ranch bottle during kitchen baseball as well as you can and no one else that can think up such games to keep from doing the dishes. Also, I do believe you are the only person that could upset me enough to get me to pout in the pantry... which is really embarrassing now that I think about it.

New Topic!
I had something else to say and I don't remember, must be my old age. OH! So next week is my birthday. I always feel such dread when year marks come up and I don't feel Ive done anything of note that year. I feel like this year was a wasted year and for some reason there is always such a feeling of running out of time for me. Like I'm racing something and I'm not exactly sure what. Perhaps its that I have so many dreams and I want to reach them before I get wrinkly? No seriously, if I wait until I am wrinkly to write a book, then my picture on the back will be wrinkly. I decided that my resolutions would be more appropriate on my birthday so while we celebrate my life... or just call me to wish me a happy birthday. (cards and money welcome. >_>) I have decided we will make a plan.

Now Keith can tell you that anytime I feel like I'm slipping, I make a plan. Really I could be an adventure series with all the plans I make. I have plans for spending money, plans for saving money. I have plans to sleep, plans to eat, plans for socialization. Keith finds these plans so very entertaining. As do I really. They are plans, they remind me of what I -should- be doing.

Any who, my unhappiness towards what I have deemed an unproductive year leaves me no choice but to make a plan. My plan is to set three very important goals for myself this year. 1) Run a marathon (preferably in California with much of my family) 2) Write a novel 3) Get a promotion. All very achievable goals. So... let the games begin, this year will not be unproductive!