There you are--the earth and I'm the moon.

I read random journals for a very long time tonight. It was a waste of time, really, because I just ended up highly frustrated with the sheer amount of negativity abounding now. I guess war doesn't bring out the best in people, and I'm not saying that people shouldn't write about how they feel.. just that the massive amount of opinions floating around out there is somewhat overwhelming in intensity.

Anyway, the only conclusion I came to is that I'm damned lucky, and I'd like to take this opportunity to inject a little happiness into my evening. Warning: Shmooiness to follow. You may wish to avert your eyes.

I have the best husband in the whole world--and I should know, as I searched the world over to find him. ;) Every night, I fall asleep touching someone who I know loves me more than anything else in the world. I've never met anyone who believed in me like he does. There doesn't seem to be a single thing that he doesn't believe I could do if I wanted--that sort of faith is humbling, when one doesn't even have that much confidence in oneself. If I told him that my dream was to .. move to Alaska and become a goat trader, he'd laugh at me for ten minutes and then start planning how to accomplish it. I like how we still annoy people by acting like newlyweds. I think it's sweet the way he sings along and doesn't always get the words right. I think it's adorable when he forgets and speaks Swedish to me (though that hasn't happened in a very long time.) I love the way he makes me laugh even when there's nothing funny. There's a mole on the back of his neck that I think is precious. I'm proud of his intelligence, and I'm amused by his ego. I'm fond of the way we dance in the kitchen when there's no music. I'm partial to how we call each other "Baby" no matter who's around. I think it's cute that we celebrate the important moments in our life by heading to McDonald's. In short.. there ain't nothing about him that don't do somethin' for me.

So tonight, I'm not going to worry about things I can't change. I'm going to turn my computer off and snuggle into bed with the most beautiful person I've ever met.

And try not to think about terrorist attacks, plastic wrap and duct tape, bombs of any sort, countries ending in Q, scary politicians, poisonous spiders, pneumonia, anthrax, hate crimes, nuclear weapons, chemical warfare, guns, republicans, redneck neighbors, casualties, burglars, unemployment, the economy, sexual offenders, the continued good health of Robert Jordan while he finishes writing Wheel of Time, computer viruses, child pornography, aliens or spam...

Sunday evening.

Ever play a consecutive string of music that's just all so good you can't decide which to put in the Current Music box? It makes me want to post pages of lyrics like an angst-ridden teenager. Of course, I'm listening to Counting Crows.. I often feel that way. It bugs me when people can't see how GOOD this stuff is. :)

Last night's dinner with Jon and Jenny was nice. We tried to go bowling after dinner at Applebee's, but it turns out being the only entertainment in Mt. Sterling and being attached to the movie theatre leads to a place packed with kids on a Saturday night. Hmm.. I wonder how good the insulation between the two sections are. The bowling part was REALLY loud. They were very busy at Applebee's, and the food wasn't nearly as good as normal. But the company was good. ;)

There was an Unexpected Event discussed at Papaw's today. Well, actually, there were two. *rofl* The big one was that my cousin's ex-father-in-law apologized profusely to her for the extremely nasty things he had said to her a few years back when her marriage fell apart. Seems he discovered how hard-headed his son actually is and realized that there was another side to the story. ;) And the other thing? My darling three-year-old cousin apparently got a heart-shaped sucker stuck to his balls last night. I don't even want to KNOW how and why this happened, but it sure was funny. ;)

My basil and my parsley are both doing extremely well. Especially the parsley. They look kinda like weeds, but cuter. Here's how much I know about plants. "Gross! They have like, icky things on them!" Magnus peeks into the bowl. "Those are the seed shells, baby. Not gross." Who knew? :)

I wish I could get myself back on a schedule. You know, if I'd continued writing an hour a day, I would have at least my first book done by now! I just can't decide what I want to write. The obvious thing is romance--which I happen to enjoy without feeling in the least guilty about. I actually think there's something wrong with a world that scorns happy endings and people in love, but that's another story. (I don't like trash romance, though. You really can judge some books by their covers, as it turns out.) I've just read so many I no longer believe that there are any new plots or ideas. Maybe I should write myself a schedule tomorrow. Of course, I've never been able to stick to a schedule, but still. Maybe I would feel better if I had one. :)

Definitely time to go decide what to be done about dinner. And the fish tank MUST be cleaned tonight, or I think we might have some dead fishies this week.