I have a to-do list that is a full sheet of paper plus margins. As responsible as it makes me feel to have it all written down in an organized fashion it also makes me sad. I'd like to think I'm a free spirit that lives and lets live, but as I get older and I add more to my daily juggle (son, housekeeping, husband, running a business, etc) I realize that really I have a pretty scheduled life. I am a creature of habit. (shudder). Heck, I even have my free time scheduled out! Saturday nights are "my nights" where I can not be Megan the (insert responsibility here), and just Megan. It's very nice, and I'm pretty sure if I didn't have that time I would end up batty..
I am originally from LA. Not the "LA area", actually LA, and as such I have a affinity for the beach. There's something soothing about sand between my toes and too cold water on my feet. Last November I took The Monk out and introduced him to the beach, he loved it so much it cost me a phone.
See that black rectangle in the sand on the left? THAT was the best phone I ever had (until I sold my soul to the iPhone 4S but that was almost 9 months later and I still miss that slide out keyboard).
|He loved the beach, even with it being freezing cold out there...|