Priceless

Dinner at the dining hall with CBK and H: Paid for by meal plan

Gas for car drive to movie theater: $3

Ticket to "He's Just Not That Into You": $7.50

Heather's sappy moment freakouts: $0

Realizing that it all makes sense now: Priceless

Procrastination Princess

I have a test on Thursday and I just downloaded the study guide. Wow. I can maybe answer three questions and don't have a clue where to find the answers to the others. It doesn't really help that it's pretty subjective. ::Sigh:: So normally I would be having a mild (bordering on major) panic attack and whipping out my books and notes. But what am I doing?

Looking at iPod touches online and writing to you.

It doesn't help that it's a gorgeous day outside and all I want to do is lay in the grass on Landis Green and read a book. ::Double Sigh::

So here's to studying tomorrow. It's supposed to rain anyway.

love, hugs, and doing it later...

Epiphanies...

Just the other day I was standing in the bestie's kitchen washing out my coffee cup when I had an epiphany. And who doesn't love that blissful moment of enlightenment when everything just falls into place and what you were confused and worried about just minutes ago all suddenly makes sense. Yep. Had one of those. And I feel fantastic.

So things haven't exactly gone the way I planned. So what!? God always provides. Always. I've got the most amazing friends I could ever ask for. Sometimes I don't even think I deserve them. I'm blessed with a loving and caring family. I'm smart. I'm young. And the world is in the palm of my hands.

Dry spell? Who cares? It'll give me a chance to soak up the sun. :-)

So here's to all you single ladies. One day it will all fall into place. But until then... ;-)

Poor Old Faithful...

Old Faithful (my dear old Volvo that will probably last forever... knock on wood) is really packing on the mileage lately. Three trips to Orlando in the past month will do that to ya. (And another trip next weekend for my birthday festivities and Valentine's Day!) That makes four out of five weekends. Oh yeah. The bestie is going to be sick of me.

So anyway, the plan is to head to Orlando this afternoon with the always precious Joshua Radin, maybe see "Dominic"... Who knows?, spend the night with my wonderfultwin, niceServe in the a.m. at the Orlando Day Nursery and then I suppose home to T-ville to see the fam.

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Love, hugs, and the open road...

Flight of the Conchords, you're so big!

Dear Bret,

I'm a huge fan of Flight of the Conchords and can't wait to see you live at UCF in April. I just thought I should tell you that we're meant to be together, me and you, in the nude, by the food... but seriously, I'm pretty sure we're going to have a fabulous life and make beautiful children.

So if you feel the need to propose on stage at UCF, that's perfectly fine. I'll be the one up front with the huge I <3 Bret t-shirt.

Your soul mate,
AllyRae

Budgeting? What's that?

As ya'll know, I spent the weekend in Orlando with the bestie and some of my favorite people. Small sidenote: I have no idea what I would do without them. Period.

Anyway, the twin, her bf, and sis introduced me to a little concept called "budgeting." Ever heard of it? Yeah, me neither, but apparently it's a good thing and something I really need to take up. So I've been looking at signing up for an online budgeting program called Mvelopes. Basically you set up different "envelopes" where your money goes to. Like rent, groceries, entertainment, tithing, and apparently... I can even have a SHOPPING envelope! This way you know exactly how much you have to spend in each area each week.

To be honest, I was not loving the idea of budgeting. I was pretty sure that was code for "no shopping." Luckily... I was wrong!

So drop the Bloomwood and call me Budgeting Becky because I am now a responsible shopaholic!

love, hugs, and money management...

A note from the big guy...

Wouldn't it be nice if God would just send us a letter every now and then. You know, nothing special, just to reassure us that, indeed, he is listening and has his reasons for doing what he does.

Dear Alyson,

Relax. I've got this. Everything will be fine. Promise.

Love,
-God.

I mean, I know all that already, but it would just be smashing if I checked my little P.O. Box and pulled out a letter with Heaven on the return address label.

That would really be nice.

Love, hugs, and mail from the big guy...