The Life Project: Imma Be, Imma Be, Imma Imma Imma Imma Be

I haven't heard "Imma Be" in forever.

It came on my Zune and I had to restrain myself from dancing in the car.

I was just walking up to the public library and these two little boys were talking and one said,

"That would be fifty two hundred (5,200)".

The other little boy said, "That's not a number...",

"Yes it is...",

"No it's not..."

"Yes it is..."

"No it's not, it's five thousand two hundred."

Then when I sat down at a table this lady's phone was ringing and she was struggling to get it to turn off and this random guy pipes up and says, "Ma'am turn that phone off!!!"

Then this other lady called him a bad name and asked the phone lady if she was alright.

Good times at the public library.

Have you ever moved a mattress by yourself?

Those suckers are heavy.

We're getting our carpets cleaned this afternoon and I thought I would help my dad out and move my own mattress.

I think I ruptured a kidney or something.

So, I've been noticing lately that I've been running a little short on fuel.

I'm sure being to work at the bum crack of dawn has nothing to do with it, but still...

I feel like I've lost my fire that I had before.

There are certain events that have taken place that sucked some flames out of me, but I'm starting to come alive again and it's time to get in gear again.

In lieu of all that I am learning to prioritize and organize.

August first is D-Day for the mission papers!

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