proud to be a homeowner

I woke up this morning and all I wanted to do was shovel. Shovel my deck, shovel my sidewalk, and shovel my driveway.

For the sake of context, I'll tell you that I grew up with four brothers. Four brothers that did most if not all of the shoveling growing up. I was required to shovel maybe once every couple years, and when I was required to shovel, I hated it.

So why the sudden change of heart? I don't know. Call it homeownership, I guess. But it sure was satisfying to be responsible for my own home.

It will probably get old by tomorrow.

chocolate is good for the stomach

Sometimes, you just need 22 ounces of chocolate in your life.

ima winker

in the past few week i've realized something about myself.

i'm a winker.

it's awkward, i know. i don't even know when i started to do it...it just kind-of...happened. i can't explain myself. i have no excuse for my actions. if you judge me, i'll completely understand.

one day, i was making jokes and laughing like a normal person and the next, i was winking. i was working at hyvee and joked about the weather and iowa and i winked. just like that. like i'd been doing it my whole life. when did i become so cliche and charming? when?!

where do i go for support, or rehab or whatever? is it intentional or an uncontrollable eye twitch? is it a learned trait or does it run in my family?

i don't know, guys, i just don't know. so many questions, so many fears.

at least i'm not ugly.
*wink*