Dear Moochers,

      I'm seriously, completely over you. A number of you have been in my life for entirely too long, and frankly its half my fault for not kicking you to the curb sooner. I'm putting my foot down from now on. I can be nice, giving, and helpful, but that doesn't mean you take advantage of people like me. You will never again make me feel guilty or obligated to cover you, give you money, host you, or help you.   

Dear Facebook,

       Stop telling me I have a message, when I indeed do not. I get overly excited about someone sending me a private message, only to have my hopes crushed.

Dear Good Friends,

       Thanks for everything. I really don't know what I would do without you. Thank you for forgiving me when I'm wrong, loving me when I'm being stubborn, and understanding when I never return your call or text message. I'm still really bad at that.

Dear Scout,
       If you shred a cardboard box, please have the consideration to clean it up. I know you're totally adorable, but I draw the line at slimy, soggy, cardboard. 


Dear Summer,
      Chill the heck out...literately.


Dear the new Batman movie,
     You were pretty good, but not as good as the Dark Knight. 


Dear Life,
     How is it possible to feel overwhelmingly blessed, grateful, and happy, yet completely annoyed, disheartened, and plain crazy all at the same time. I don't even know what my brain is doing most of the time this week. I need to get a grip. Or chocolate. For now I'll go with chocolate. 


Dear Evan,
   You're the best husband ever. I know some people might think they have the best husband, but really, they're very wrong. Even when I'm acting irrational, you go along with me like I'm acting normal. Sometimes its nice to have someone let them be crazy for just a few minutes. I miss you so much all the time, especially because there is a huge lack of coffee in our mugs, boot dirt in my carpet, and boy clothes in the washer. 


Dear Landlord,
     The tree that fell in my front yard in JUNE is still there. Just in case you haven't checked your calender its almost August, and my yard is starting to look like jungle. I've called and asked you nice twice. I don't want to be mean and annoying. Just get it out of here! 


Dear Army,
     You know exactly what I'm going to ask you. Stop making me bother you. I have a feeling this is going to continue for another 4-5 months.

Dear YouTube,

      Thank you for the thousands of mindless videos about kittens and puppies. Most importantly thank you for music, since I'm too cheap to buy it myself.

Every year we all make resolutions to change ourselves for the better.

Don't get me wrong, the idea of resolutions are great, but if we're being honest with ourselves we rarely keep them more than 2 or 3 weeks.

I usually get myself in over my head by having a list as long as my coffee table in resolutions.

Well this year it's different!

I'm cutting back my voluminous list to a realistic 2 resolutions.

1. Keep it clean.

It's no secret that I'm not too put together when it comes to keeping things in their place. I can be a little messy sometimes. Another thing that isn't a secret is that Evan is a little organized. When I say a little I mean open any drawer in his office and there are tabs, files, and survival guides to nearly anything, neatly tucked away in its place. I'm hoping to become more like him so my life isn't such a mess, and also so he doesn't divorce me because of my bad habit drives him up a wall. Don't worry...he won't divorce me...that I know of...haha for real, just kidding.

2. Less Facebook more Jesus.

 Krysti has had a goal of spending more time praying, reading her bible, etc. than on Facebook and Twitter. At first I thought "I could never do that," but now I think it's something that I really need to do. Over Christmas break I wasn't on Facebook or Twitter at all. And you know what? I really didn't miss it. But as soon as I jump back into the craziness of life I get sucked back into it again. I'm putting my foot down. 2012 ready or not here I come! So long messy closets! Goodbye Facebook! Maybe, if you're lucky, you will see me next year! Never!