I stumbled upon this site that is a daily journaling prompt thing. I need to get back into some writing just for me and think this will be a great way to trigger some thoughts and ideas, especially for my upcoming memoir writing class.

Today's question is: If you could accomplish only one thing in the rest of your life, what would it be?

This is a very difficult question for me. There are so many things I want to accomplish that to choose just one FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, wow! nearly impossible. For the sake of answering, my instinct is to say "Find true love" but is that something I can "accomplish" or is it something that just happens or doesn't happen.

I want to truly know someone as my soulmate. I DO believe such a thing exists and that there is one person created for each of us.

However, not so long ago, after a handful of miserable experiences in the dating world, I told my mom I was never dating again, much less getting married. To which she replied, "Do you really think it's up to you?" (Insinuating that God would decide.)

My response: "If God wants me to even consider getting married, the man of my dreams is going to have to show up at my doorstep, escorted by 2 angels, holding a certified letter signed in the blood of Jesus Christ! THENNNNNN maybe I'll consider the idea."

Love, come and get me, I dare ya.

I'm not sure what the Ms. Weiner stuff was all about, but now it works from home...hmmm...

Anyway, I'm irritated. Not about the Weiner thing anymore, but about this bitchass hoe who is a nurse where I live/work. Not only with her, but also the other girl who is here working with the kids tonight.

I made chili for dinner tonight. Vegetarian chili. Now, vegetarian chili usually means not made with meat and using vegetarian beans also...well, MY vegetarian chili includes VEGETABLES. Is that so bad?

The punkass nurse comes in and says, "Oh my, what smells so good?"

The shitty staff, "Stacey made chili for dinner tonight."

"Ohhhhhh! WIth carrots? How, um, interesting!" as the nurse leans her friggen face over the chili to inhale.

"Yeah, there are carrots and celery and cucumber and God only knows what else!" the shitty staff says sarcastically.

"Those are NOT cucumbers, they are zuccini! There is a difference!" I yell from my computer upstairs.

WHORESSSSSSSSSSSSS. Open up your f'ing mind you red neck honkies.

Ok, i'm trying to post to this blog and when i attempt to open the url it's about some author...jennifer weiner.......hmmmmmmm

A girl came skipping home from school one day. "Mommy, Mommy," she yelled, "we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
"Very good," said her mother. "Is it because I'm blonde, Mommy?"
"Yes, it's because you're blonde."
The next day the girl came skipping home from school. "Mommy, Mommy,"
She yelled, "we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A,
B, C, D, E, F, G!"
"Very good," said her mother.
"Is it because I'm blonde, Mommy?"
"Yes, it's because you're blonde."
The next day the girl came skipping home from school. "Mommy,Mommy,"she yelled, "we were in gym class today, and when
we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!"
And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36C's encased in a plum-colored Victoria's Secret Angel bra.
"Very good," said her embarrassed mother.

"Is it because I'm blonde, Mommy?"

"No, Sweetie, it' because you're 23."