Day 4/Day 5

My B. I forgot about it yesterday... it slipped from my unconscious to my conscious right as I was drifting to sleep and I said too myself, "ahh... screw it." I feel like Sigmund Freud.

So, Day 4:

This is what I had to say. I'm grateful for breaks because even though I'm usually bored out of my mind because I have no friends in Knoxville, TN, my mom is at work all day, and my dad is usually busy wrestling alligators (meet virginia lyric), my hygiene meets the toilet. Though I shower everyday, I only wash my hair every other day and I wear no make-up. It's the life. You're probably rolling your eyes thinking big freaking deal. As you should. But one day I went 3 days without washing my hair!!! Lol. No, I just like to be clean, so I like to control my appearance. On the up-side, I feel better about myself and I know my hair is healthier because of less shampoo and conditioner. Am I a freak? Most definitely.

Moving right along... I'm also grateful for after Christmas deals. I procured a special pair of black skinny jeans for $15.99 and they're in a smaller size. YES. Double success. Also, I'm really happy that flannel is back in style because I've been wearing my dad's flannel shirts for years--mostly because they're comfortable and maybe because I want to look like Rosie the Riveter in every way possible. I may be going a little overboard on the flannel-wearing these days, but baby, it's cold outside and I like them. By the way, GUYS: by not wearing flannel, you are doing an injustice to society. You look hot in flannel. Please keep wearing it. It's like Ray-Bans. BAMF appeal. That's all for now.

Day 5:

January 5 is a big day. It's my dad's birthday (I call my dad "pops" and he calls me "pips," but I'll call him dad here because that's normal for most Americans... don't worry your little heart about it). Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIM!!! My dad is a very special man. I don't think he reads this, so I'm going to rave about him because otherwise he would tell me to delete it. :)

For those of you who have the pleasure of knowing Tim, you feel blessed. I have a kick-ass father. My dad is a hero in so many ways, but mostly because of the lessons he teaches me. We are very close... and most girls didn't land as good a father card as I did, which is why I feel so blessed. A lot of my best friends tell me again and again how lucky I am to have a dad like my dad and it's true because my dad has treated me like a princess since the day I was born in the middle of the NFL playoffs. Ever since I've developed a princess comple, as girls with good dads tend to have, and now refuse to be in a relationship where my self-worth is undervalued. If you want to know how I love, well I learned from the best. He's the one who taught me that love is limitless. It goes and goes. My dad always tells me, "Linds, never be stubborn when it comes to the heart." We were discussing heart problems and he was emphasizing that you should never take chances when it comes to chest pains and what not. But, my dad is as much a double-talker as I am. We say one thing, but we mean two things, so I knew he meant both it literally and emotionally. Never be stubborn when it comes to love. My dad's love imitates God's love for me and that is how it is supposed to be Biblically. So, pops, thank you for your love.

Also, my dad is hilarious. One of his other sayings is "Life's a shit sandwich and everyday you just take another bite." I may get my slight sense of humor in part from him... I'm just saying. He is also a full-blown musical genius. His side of the family is full of incredibly talented musicians, actors, and athletes, but I've never met anyone else who learned to play the flute by themselves because his daughter in 3rd grade decided to take up the flute in the school band (yes, he did that for me) and he wanted to help me practice. I won't share all of the details of his musical talents with you, but just know that he's awesome. He gave me an appreciation for music.

Anyway, I think I've bragged enough. Now I'm going to go get him some TRES LECHES cake because its our favorite from the Mexican place down the street. He also gave me my love for Mexican, and let's be for real, I crave that more than anything else in existence. So, I'll check ya later. I have a kick ass father.

I LOVE YOU, POPS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!