Do you ever think to yourself... Wow I sure am a weirdo? I know this is a totally random post, but these are some things that have been floating around in my abnormally large head lately.

#1 I'm short! But honestly I never realize it until I see a picture of myself standing next to someone else. Here are the Jetplanes in Vegas... The crazy Vegas trip this is the only picture Mr. and I have TOGETHER! It was taken right after breakfast the day we left.

#2 I get a strange satisfaction from chopping vegetables. I have no idea why... but I enjoy peeling and cutting things... strange?

#3 I watch Hoarders just to make myself feel better about myself. I'll admit, I can be a bit messy and I hate to clean. That show makes me feel so good about myself.

#4 I secretly dream about winning the lottery, but I have NEVER bought a lottery ticket because I am SERIOUSLY the most UNLUCKY person in the world.

#5 I have an unhealthy love for maraschino cherries. I will eat 2 or 3 out of the jar every day. Also, my new favorite drink... Cherry Bomb (3 Olives Cherry Vodka, Sugar Free Red Bull, Cherry Juice, and a cherry...or 4 if you're me).

#6 I have been out of college since 2002 and still have a love for techno music...there I said it. I love to listen to it during a workout or on a long drive...or driving home from a night out... The Jetplanes might have Dance Party USA in the car on a ride home...just saying...

Well Happy Monday All! I KNOW I'm not the only weirdo out there... what makes you a freakshow?

Back to the story at hand...

And that someone is me. Okay, a little back story here may be needed. Living in P'cola I am truly disturbed by one thing... how many animals I see killed on the side of the road - be those armadillos, cats, raccoons, squirrels, birds, and dogs. I see dogs running around neighborhoods on main streets with tags on, every single day. It breaks my heart. People if you can't tend to you dog, you shouldn't have one. In the subdivison next to mind, people leave their 'lil'dogs out in the front yard and they follow Milo and I as we walk. I've seen these dogs almost get hit over 10 times.

But today I was heading to work not far from my subdivision is a very heavily tree lined area and I see a squirrel run down a tree and a car in front of mine with a woman on her cell phone. I yell to the squirrel, "Watch out!" Yes I totally did this but the squirrel didn't listen to me and I saw this poor thing get hit. And then I started crying and I don't mean a tear, I mean full on cried for like 5 minutes until I had to compose myself to buy some gas.

Mr. Jetplane says I'm an overly emotional person, but I can't help it. I love all the lil squirrels, and I hate to one die, especially right in from of me.

Squirrels are my sorority's mascot, so maybe I love them a little more than other people....

No not me, but it seems like everyone else. Friends from home, from college, from past jobs, when I say everyone I mean everyone is having babies. Honestly, every other day I'm hearing about being pregnant, having a baby, or trying to have a baby.

I am so unbelievably happy for them, don't get me wrong. But, it makes me really think, what the heck is wrong with me. I still feel too young to have kids, and I'm 28. I felt weird saying that when I was home Thanksgiving holding my cousin's baby, since she's 24.

I still feel awkward when people tell me they are trying to have kids. I still giggle to myself, b/c all the people I knew were always trying to "not" get pregnant.

First time I really thought that I was ready for kids was a couple of weeks before our wedding. I thought I was ready to get pregnant and have kids within the first 6 to 9 months after getting married. Well, that time is now, and needless to say not living with Mr. Jetplane makes it a little tough to get knocked up.

But that's ok, because we're not ready, well I'm not ready. I'm scared of it all. I'm scared of getting sick. I have a weird stomach and I get nauseous all the time. And I know when I'm pregnant, I'll have morning sickness, mid day sickness, middle of the night sickness, all of it. And I'm sorry, but I'm totally freaked about something growing inside my body. Maybe I'm totally immature about it, but its weird. I always think of the scene in Spaceballs when the little alien jumps out of the guy's body and proceeds to do a song and dance. (I told you I'm immature about this...) I'm also freaked out about feeding a baby with milk my body makes. Its weird and I'm not comfortable with it.

I'm sorry if I've offended anyone. I know a lot of women are actively trying to get pregnant, and I hope to someday be there with you all. But, as you can see, I'm not quite mentally prepared for this huge and miraculous gift of life. People continually reassure me that this will all change when I'm pregnant.

I hope I'm not the only one out there that feels this way. And if I am, well, all I can say is... I wasn't wrong to think I'm a complete weirdo.

Ok, I'm going to start this post by saying, I'm fully aware that I'm a weirdo.

Ok that's out there.

Every morning when heading to work, I keep my eye out for something that always brings a smile to my face. And, if I don't see if in the morning, well, the day just doesn't start off right.

Living in P'cola, neighborhoods change rapidly from one street to the next. We live in a nice subdivision, but as I drive the side streets to get to a "main" road to head into work, I pass various types of neighborhoods. I see a couple of churches, a school, but my favorite is some sort of contractor (I have no idea what they do) but they the cutest goat that wandering around their large gated area. Yes, I said goat. His name is Fred, well, that's what I call him. He wanders around the area, and appears to know his boundaries because the gates are open and the street in front of the shop is pretty busy. In the morning or evenings, I'm always on the lookout. He's a cute, old, brown goat, and when its a cold morning like today, or raining I always wonder how he is when I drive by.

For the longest time, I kept telling the Mr. that there was a goat in that yard and he NEVER believed me. Every time we drove by he didn't see him or Fred was hiding. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, Fred was out and now the Mr. keeps a look out for him as well.

So here's to Fred. He was out dancing around the yard today and it most definitely brought a smile to my face.