That's right, you're not from Texas

I want.
I have an entire laundry list of wants.
I won't even bore you with their mundaneness [i'm not sure that's a word].
I could get for six months straight and I don't think it would put a dent in my wants.

Sure I know I'm supposed to be satisfied with what I have, but I'm not. Well, yesterday I was, but today I'm not. Don't judge me.

So this morning started off with a laugh. My husband's son came down the hall wearing his sisters pajama pants. Pink with tiny maroon diamonds. Very funny. He needs a moniker. He will henceforth be known as The Major. He is my husband's son and not my step son because he is only two years younger than me and that would be weird. He has a beautiful ten year old son whom I adore. Having raised three girls, I am often awkward around boys. They have coodies. Which generally means I just don't get them. But when he is not annoying the Diva and generally acting coodie-filled, there are small moments when we connect. He has an amazing dimple smile and of course can be an absolute brat as only ten year old boys can be.

Well I guess today's post has no particular theme. It's beautiful outside and Josh Groban is singing with his angel like voice over my speakers. The name of the song is Thankful. Its actually off his Holiday album, which is suiting since I only yesterday put my Christmas decorations up into the attic. I said don't judge me.

You say you're not from Texas, man as if i couldn't tell.  Those are Lyle's words coming over the speakers now. My music collection is a little eclectic. That's right you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway. This song is awesome.

Alright, I really need to stop writing until I have something cohesive to present to you. I hope you have a fabulous weekend, because I intend to fulfill a few of my wants this weekend. I hope you do too.