Rain is wonderful when it falls in moderation, in my opinion. I love nothing better than to sit outside on the front porch, watching a rainshower. I do not, however, enjoy thunderstorms. This probably stems from the fact that in elementary school, we watched this video about tornadoes called 'terrible tuesday' like, 5 times that I can recall...and that's some scary crap for a 1st grader, which just continues to scar as one ages. Anyways, if the wind blows too hard or doesn't stay in 1 direction, or if a storm pops up too fast, I'm normally the first one on the computer, checking the weather channel site for severe weather watches and warnings. Oh, the picture isn't a lightning strike, it's a car coming down the road...do you honestly think that I would've been out there if it was striking that close?
Anyways, it was raining today (but this picture is from a few days ago), and I had a very zen-like calming moment sitting outside and watching it make puddles on the ground. Until the wind started and the swing got wet. Oh well, can't have it all.
Anyways, it was raining today (but this picture is from a few days ago), and I had a very zen-like calming moment sitting outside and watching it make puddles on the ground. Until the wind started and the swing got wet. Oh well, can't have it all.
It's also important to mention that I really like pasta. I don't know why it's important that I mention that, but oh well. That's what you get for reading a blog belonging to a persont as random as I. Mom's diet food is about to get raided, because the Michelena's stuff has pasta...although, after I make it, I may decide that no pasta is better than diet food pasta.
(Side note: My favorite pasta dish is the Parmesan Chicken Pasta at Ruby Tuedays. I've eaten it so much that everyone, from my boyfriend, my aunt wendy, and the waitress we get all the time, is surprised when I choose something else. If you want to make me happy, get me the parmesan chicken pasta.)
(Side note: My favorite pasta dish is the Parmesan Chicken Pasta at Ruby Tuedays. I've eaten it so much that everyone, from my boyfriend, my aunt wendy, and the waitress we get all the time, is surprised when I choose something else. If you want to make me happy, get me the parmesan chicken pasta.)
Oh, inserting picture to, how shall we say, illustrate the current mood....
It's the end of the semester and I'm moving the week after finals...I'm feeling a bit of stress, if you couldn't tell!