Help needed? I've got it all figured out...

I am sick of saying I, me, my, mine, etc in every sentence or conversation. It's time for a revolution. Those words need to be taken away from this girl's vocabulary. It's now clearer than ever, I may possibly be egocentric. Not good. Not good at all.

For those of you wondering what exactly that is, the following is the direct definition from the internet:

"Thinking only of oneself, without regard for the feelings or desires of others; self-centered."

Good grief! Not appealing wearing that definition at all! According to Lucy on "A Charlie Brown's Christmas", the mere fact that I realize I need help, means that I'm not too far gone. 

So what's the plan of action? Well her advice was that I needed involvement, maybe by even being a Director of a Christmas play, but I'm not sure I can wait that long. Next, it's important that I learn to shut up and listen, because I've got to learn to take direction. I've got to have discipline. This one will be hard, but I have duct tape and super glue on hand, if necessary. Finally, I need to learn to ask questions and be able to have conversations that focus solely on the other person. The last thing I want to be thought of is a block-head. I think this is the start to the new and improved me... whew! I'm feeling better already!  

(For those of you who haven't caught on... I'm plugging another Christmas movie)

The official count down has begun folks!

http://www.xmasclock.com/

an incurable case of inapproriate laughter

Yes, it is true. I can be the biggest pain in the butt you will ever know. I am pretty sure I'm bi-polar, with a pinch of pissy, a twist of crazy, and a heap of sarcastic. 99% of the time I'll tell you "I don't care", but 100% of that time I'm lying, because I have an opinion about EVERYTHING. I let very few people see me with my walls down, but when I do, I'll love them to the day I die.

With all of this, I have one thing that is constant no matter what... my incurable case of inappropriate laughter. I laugh at the most awful and inappropriate times. This weekend seemed to be no different for me, but I realized it must be genetic! My mom and me thought some of the funniest moments were while my aunt was driving the car ready to pull her hair out. Yes, I'm ashamed to say, it made it even funnier for us.

My memories are scattered with people who can appreciate these times and help contribute to the moment. This post is a simple thank you. Because of you, I have an overwhelming file of memories that I often return to.