Why Don't Books Come with Warning Labels?

I should have known better than to start reading a book called "Secrets" at 10:30pm.

"I'll just read one chapter and then I'll go to sleep." Yeah. Right. The book drew me in hook, line and sinker. I read until 12, then 1, then 2 and before I knew it, it was after 3am and I had to wake up at 7:30!

Today I am incredibly tired, although a little better after an emergency visit to the miracle-working Starbucks, but even though I can barely keep my eyes open, I am still basking in the feelings left behind by chapter 25.

It's amazing how a fictional character can grip your imagination and make you wish you could flick a switch and suddenly change your boring reality to his exciting one. I would marry this fictional character in a red hot second!

But seriously though, the book "Secrets", has been great so far. I highly recommend it, and it can be found (for free!) at ChristianBooks.com. It is free for now, but they are constantly adding and removing books form the list, so if you are interested, go now!

I was thinking of making plans for tonight, but I think I would rather keep discovering the secrets in "Secrets." (But hopefully not until 3am anymore!)

Starbucks - Where have you been all my life?

There are 2 types of days when I require an Americano from Starbucks.

1. When I wake up from a great sleep, the sun is out and the day lies before me, full of wonderful prospects, I lie there and think, "I should stop at Starbucks this morning!"

2. When my alarm clock finally drags me out of 4 hours of sleep, the sun is not shining, the bags under my eyes could save me 5 cents at the grocery store, and I lie there and think, "If I get out of bed now, I'll have time to go to Starbucks. And I'd better do that, if only for the sake of the people who have to see me and talk to me today!"

Today was one of those days where I desperately, desperately needed some watered down espresso!

On a side note, I can't believe I'm blogging about Starbucks...If I were sitting in Starbucks right now, sipping my coffee and blogging, it would be even more cliché.

But I digress...

The man behind me in line this morning sneezed violently, and I'm pretty sure some of it landed on my hair, but I just couldn't bring myself to reach my hand up and check. Now the left side of my head is going to feel gross for the entire day, unless I can forget it happened.

Well Starbucks, you've done it again. My cup is empty and I feel like a whole new woman!

I Love Organizing!

I love organizing. There, I admitted it. Thoughts of alphabetizing, categorizing, arranging and de-cluttering are enough to make my palms sweaty, my heart beat faster and my knees weak. Apparently I'm in love... ;)

I currently own over 600 books and when I'm alphabetizing and organizing them by category, I feel like I've found my calling in life. I do the same for my clothes, DVDs, and anything else that appears to be remotely organizable.

While I was happily browsing through Pinterest this morning, I came across a pin called " How I Organized My Entire Life and I just had to check it out. It led me to a blog post that was worth reading.

So, my fellow organizers, what is it about organizing that gives such satisfaction? Maybe we are all scatterbrained and forgetful and organizing is the only thing we are able to be in control of. Or maybe we were all born with an innate desire to set things right; put things in order.

As for all of the non-organizers out there, I can't really give you a reason why we do it - but even though we may drive you crazy sometimes, when we come behind you and re-do what you've already done, you know you need us.

After all, without the organizers, this world would be much too chaotic to live in! :)

Its been far too long...

I took a look at my blogs today, and I can't believe I haven't written anything since December of 2010! So much for my goal of sticking to this writing thing...

I now work for The Leprosy Mission Canada, which has changed my life quite a bit. No more public transit, not more extra long days, and most importantly, no more misery! My job downtown gave me some good experience, but it was altogether a very bad working environment that I hope to never go through again.

I saw a lot more people downtown, and there was much more opportunity for amusement, but I am glad to be where I am.