Failing. Often.

I am sitting in our large, extra large red chair in the living room. My kidneys are aching. I think it may be from the vast amount of soda I drink on a daily basis. Since I started teaching high school, I basically have an IV of Diet Dr. Pepper pulsing through my veins. Healthy? Oh no. Tasty? Most certainly. However, I am concerned that I have a kidney stone. My charismatic side is not wanting to speak that over myself. My anxiety ridden side believes that stating it can make it go away. I guess we will see.

The amount of Diet Dr. Pepper I am consuming on a daily basis is just one of the ways I see that I am failing miserably. Failing at what? At life. If I were to grade myself, I think that I would receive a 50%. That is an "F" for those of you who remember getting a report card. (Hold on, I need to go get a Diet Dr. Pepper - getting sleepy... now I am back. Kidneys still hurt.)

Here are just a few examples of how I feel that the sands of my life are rapidly falling out of my hands:

WORKING OUT: I daily proclaim that I will go on a walk when I get home from work. However, once I make it home from dealing with 10 hours of teetering around a linoleum floor in high heels and dealing with 100 teenagers and their angst, I am exhausted. The thought of walking around the neighborhood rates up there with slamming my small toe in the car door and contacting that girl that is angry with me at church in order to make peace.

BUDGET: Now that I have a steady, yet small, income, I am learning to budget. By that, I mean that I have made a spread sheet that contains the amount of money I will spend on each thing in my life from tithe to hair expenses (it takes a lot with this much hair). Putting my spent funds into that spread sheets is another thing. I have no clue how much I have spent at Starbucks (went three times today). I do know how much I have put into savings - $0.00. Awesome. Really, really awesome.

MEN: In spite of the fact that I did talk to the cute Barista Boy at Starbucks tonight (what is it about those guys who smoke and have long hair...), I sure did almost get back together with the Multiple Substance Abuser this weekend. At one point, I actually thought, "None of this sounds like a good idea." Okay, I didn't think that. The Holy Spirit was screaming it at me while the words of all of my friends were shouting in the background, "Seriously? Really? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?" Praise God Multiple kept his record of being a total flake. Praise God. Now if I could just get Barista Boy to love me. Have I mentioned I am open to being set up?

Now, not everything has been bad. Here are some things I have been successful at:

1. Updating my myspace music playlists.
2. Reading the entire Twilight Series.
3. Keeping up with The Hills.

I think I need a time make over. Any suggestions?

~ Stephanie ~