Why Journals are Awesome.

I used to hate keeping a journal.

Seriously, how embarrassing are the ones you

wrote when you were thirteen?

My mom said she used to refer to herself as Fred

in her journal.

That cracked me up.

Especially because she had no logical explanation why.

Anyway... I cam across my journal from my first year of marriage.

I know, Right?

Oh the first year... It's such a ride.

This story made me laugh SO hard.

It was an entry I wrote 6 months into married life.

I have confessed to all of you my awful lack of time management skills.

Awful.

I always have to say it twice, it' s so bad.

So at the time I was working from home and really struggling to

not procrastinate so my work day didn't seem never-ending.

I wanted to do nothing but work for 8 hours.

Then close my computer at five p.m. and focus on way more

important things.

Like t.v.

behold, the entry:

Casey took the cable plug so I couldn't watch t.v. today

and focus on work.

I didn't know he did it, until he came home

and told me.

I was so mad and my feelings were hurt.

I felt like I was twelve again

and my dad was telling me,

No tv until homework's done.

I hated that Casey did this.

He promised he wouldn't do it again.

He better not.

Because I'll never settle for a marriage

where the husband pulls dictator moves like that crap.

AHAHAHAHAHA.

This is so freaking funny to me.

I have no memory of this happening at all.

But I can picture it perfectly...

Me complaining hours on end to Casey

about how I wish I could stay focused on work.

and Casey thinking like men think(generally)...

She's telling me all this so I can fix it.

And his solution is to take the cable plug to work!

So I can't let Oprah distract me.

And I can totally see him preparing to say to me,

You're very welcome sweetie.

Oh, it's awesome.

Because I know he had good intentions.

And to read my feelings regarding "dictator crap".

He better not.

ahahahahaha.