Stop.  Before you do anything else, I feel obligated to share with you, it’s International Moment of Laughter Day.

So laugh loudly today.  A belly laugh.  You’ll thank me tomorrow.

Anyway, back to Confessions of A Bitter Redhead..

I’ve hooked Geoff on Brewster’s.  My work here is almost done.  I have to admit, I’ve not been to Brewster’s in several weeks.  I’ve not had ICE CREAM in several weeks.  Oh, take that back.. Wednesday night, a week and a half ago, Bryan and I finished off a quart of Mayfield’s Birthday Cake ice cream. (Which is not a bad substitute for Brewster’s Birthday Cake, btw.)  But, maybe this weekend, The Boy and I will wander over there.  I’ll bet eating ice cream outside is a great way to spend a Saturday night in town.

So.. I’m a big list-maker.  I make lists ALL THE TIME.  It’s really the only way I can keep up with myself. (Lame?  Yes.) I make lists FOR everything, too.  Not just grocery shopping.. I list what I’m going to pack if I travel, I list what I need to get done for the day, and I list ..

.. I’m sorry.  I got distracted.  Someone just walked by my cube wearing ACID-WASHED JEANS.

Anyway.  The lists.  They are everywhere.  I’m so fanatical about list-making that, at the end of the day, I go thru my “to-do” list, move what I couldn’t do over to the next day’s list, and then go ahead and do one thing on that list so I can start the day ahead of schedule.  Aren’t I bizarre?  I like to call it “quirky”.  Doctors call it “obsessive”.

Yesterday, someone sat across a desk from me and asked me what my one big goal is.  I looked at him, smiled, and asked, “Personal or professional?”.  He said it was my choice.. whatever I feel is important to me.  At the time, I said, “Owning a house.  I’m ready to have something that is mine, and I can improve upon it, and be proud to have it in my name.”

Then I thought all night about that.  What IS my goal?

Before I turned 25, I made a list of things I wanted to do before that quarter-life mark hit.  So now, I’m aiming for 30.  What do I want to do before I’m 30?  And the list is overwhelming.  A home, kid(s), nicer automobile, a profitable situation, be a size 6 (that’s for you, Jenni), have my wisdom teeth removed, celebrate my parents, teach Charlie to come when called..

It’s Easter this weekend.  The time of rebirth.  And, apparently, the time for a moment of laughter.