Daydream Believer.

Recently, Davy Jones of the Monkees passed away. (Yes, this was awhile ago…March is flying by, right?)

It was a sad day, for me. One of the songs I remember most from my childhood is “Daydream Believer.”

It still remains one of my favorites, one of the most beautiful ones in my arsenal.

Although when I was younger I wasn’t really sure what the lyrics meant, I just knew that I loved them.

So, thank you, Davy Jones, for always inspiring me to always be a daydream believer (and a homecoming queeeen…or you know, to dream big!).

Because, let me tell you, my friends, dreaming–and dreaming big–it can really pay off.

Drumroll please…


And, into my top TWO programs, no less.

Just those two. None of my back-up programs that I thought were givens, of course, and now I have a gigantic stressful decision to make.

I’ll leave you with that tasty little tidbit for now.

Many daydreams to all of you…and I hope Mr. Jones is having many dreams himself, somewhere. 🙂

Everything Looks Perfect From Far Away


Snow is so, so pretty when it’s falling. Then, when it gets in your shoes (or, even worse, your pants) it isn’t so pretty. It’s cold, and wet, and will leave you freezing for the rest of the day. Especially if it gets in your underwear and you have a long day of work ahead of you.

Snow isn’t the only thing that’s perfect from far away. The future is, too. All of these amazing things I imagined doing–doing laundry with my boyfriend, working with at-risk youth, slogging through the Cambodian jungle–are very different in reality.

Not necessarily in a bad way, just different.

But then again, snow is still fun and pretty up close–but it’s a lot colder than it looks from your window.

Just like the future can be, too.

Turn and Face the Change (Ch-Ch-Changes)

Ok. Those aren’t exactly the correct words (thought I would put that upfront lest there be any David Bowie lyric-police out there) but forgive me my ch-ch-changing.

I have started writing a dozen different blog posts over the last month–never to be finished. However, this week I read some advice about blogging–just write. The advice was to write, even about what may seem to be boring everyday stuff–but it’s the only way to keep it up!

So, I’ll work on it. I’m not giving up on this baby!

As they say, the times, they are a-changing! Part of me is saying…IT’S ABOUT TIME!…and the other part wants to crawl under my old quilt with a Harry Potter book while watching Gilmore Girls and hide from all the changes hitting me in the face.

This is a strange year change-wise. While many of my friends have been leaving the last two years–those odd ones who actually finished their degree in four years–this summer the last hold outs are, for the most part, taking off and starting the next phase. This summer I’m taking off–although I do that a lot, but usually I had to come back, and this time I (hopefully) won’t.

this image makes me laugh.

I’ll be off into a new life–a world without new Harry Potters (yes, I’m obsessed, and YES, I read them first!)–although who am I kidding, I’ll read them again–where I’m ideally changing the world, finding several passions, becoming a published author, travelling the world and staying in love with my current flame.

My mom, reading this over my shoulder (oh, the lack of privacy…) informed me, in so many words, ideally is a word that’s always going to bite you in the a**.

(She didn’t say a**, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say that…damn is still shocking come out of her strictly Lutheran lips, but close enough).

But whatever, I’m not giving up on ideally yet, either!