Oh, to be a kid again! I loved this intro as a child. The tune was my spin music. When it came on HBO, I would get up and spin around the living room.

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I'm glad I'm not in Atlanta at the moment. Seems a tornado hit downtown around the CNN Center. A hole was ripped into the roof of the Georgia Dome, forcing tonight's SEC basketball game to be postponed. There was a chance I might be up there this weekend, but it didn't pan out. However, my sister, Nicki, is up there. I was a bad sister and remembered she was up there as I was on the phone with my father and told him about it. When I mentioned she was there, I got off the phone with my father and called my sister to see if she was fine. She said she and Cameron were fine. They were in bed, asleep. Seems where they are up there, the power went out. They decided to go to bed. She was asleep when I called. However, she finally understood why the 2 of them kept hearing sirens outside. I told her to call my dad and let him know she was safe. He was worried, too, when he remembered she was in Atlanta.

The funny thing is, I was talking to my dad earlier about the Georgia Dome. Tonight, Matthew, Beth, and I went to Golden Corral for dinner. We haven't done that in a while, and my dad suggested we 3 go out and have dinner together. We went to Golden Corral since they have a salad bar. Beth's on a diet and I was wanting a few greens. Golden Corral is the only salad bar I can think of that has dark green lettuces available. I hate iceberg lettuce. Well, the 3 of us had a great dinner. We spent an hour and a half there just talking and dining. On our way home, we recalled the worst concert we attended. We all agreed: Backstreet Boys at Georgia Dome, Atlanta, GA on January 27, 2001. Nicki won tickets for that concert, as well as hotel room to stay in. My mother took us all up there. My mother had a better time than we did. She had a few hours in a hotel room to herself. We had nose bleed seats in a cold Dome with horrible sound. We couldn't hear any of the acts. One opening act crawled and stomped on a white grand piano. My siblings and I were horrified at that sight since our mother raised us to never abuse a piano. In addition to the piano rape, we saw about an hour of Nelly trying to perform, but heard nothing but racket that literally hurt our ears. By the time the Backstreet Boys came on the stage, we were all ready to leave and were sick. While it was the worst concert I had ever attended, I wouldn't trade that memory in for the world. The concert was horrible, but the time with my family I do cherish.

I think Nicki would have like to have been with us, but she's in Atlanta. Cameron took her there for Spring Break. She had her first plane ride to get there. She had never flown until Tuesday. I don't know how she reacted. I'll find out when she gets home and shows me the pictures. She was scared to fly. I told her with a short trip to Atlanta, it wouldn't be too bad. I'm not an experienced flyer like my ex-solider father, but I've flown enough times to know a bit about flying as a passenger. I was once scared of it, and still am to a degree, but if I ever go to the West Coast again, plane is how I'm doing it. She did talk to Matthew and they compared first time flyer stories. Now, to get Beth in a plane and all of us have flown. What would my mother think of that!

[♪ Listening to: "When She Cries" - Restless Heart]

Thursday Threesome:

Onesome: Insomnia-- Ever have it? Some do and some don't, but have you ever been hounded awake for that endless hour after hour with no hope of sleep? ...or does the very act of touching head to pillow put you out for the count? I had a bout last night. I need to start going to bed earlier, I know. I don't know why it was until 2:45 that I could finally pass out. Oh wait, I know…

Twosome: the cure-- Hey, if you do have the occasional bout or chronic insomnia, what do you do about it? Work? Read? Try cures? Hmmm... Did you ever find one that worked? I just do something like reading until my eyes just give out. By then, I'm able to sleep.

Threesome: for sleep-- Female/male, young/not so young, we all need varying amounts of sleep. What's your personal sleep cycle? Five hours? Ten hours? ...and if you had a choice, what would be your personal sleep cycle? ...and yes, "All day long" is a valid answer <g> I wish I could do all day, and it seems like I was going to do it today. I usually go to bed by 2 and wake up by 10. Once I get a job (I'm working on it), I know my cycle will have to adjust.

And if you can, please do Cameron's survey. Thank you!

[♪ Listening to: "Missing You 2007" - Alison Krauss and John Waite]

Cameron, Nicki's boyfriend, is a needing to collect information for one of his school projects. Nicki asked that I post a link to his survey in an attempt to get information for him. So, if you can, please take a few moments and fill it out. And yes, he's my pseudo brother-in-law. Until they marry, the pseudo terms stays. The same goes for Beth's boyfriend and Matthew's girlfriend.

I'm so glad to see baseball back. The Atlanta Braves are up on the Cleveland Indians, 9 10 11-3. Sure, it's spring training, but it's still baseball.

Monday, I ended up having lunch with Lindsey. I went nuts at the mall taking photos of the bunnies on display for Easter with my cell phone. I couldn't help it. I love bunnies. We had a nice, enjoyable lunch at Ruby Tuesday. Prior to lunch, we stopped at the jewelry store. I told her in case anyone ever asks her, my ring size is 7. Not that I expect to get married anytime soon, but since she's my number one friend on MySpace, someone may ask her one day. I also saw this pink sapphire ring in a silver/white gold setting that I wish I had the money to buy while it was on clearance. While at the mall, I recognized a truck I had hope never to see again after I graduated. Thankfully, I didn't run into the driver. That's just a perk of living in this town.

Speaking of living in this town, I might have to. I've been looking for a job in Atlanta, but have had no luck. I found one today and applied to it. Maybe I'm meant to stay in Savannah. I don't know about the future anymore. All I know is I have to leave it in God's hands. Am I scared? You bet. But, it's all got to work out in the end. I have hope.

[♪ Listening to: "Something Like That" - Tim McGraw]

Hanging out with Joey lately has seen me increase the amount of country music I've been listening to. Blame him. However, I have been enjoying it. I was never a country fan as a child, but listening to it brings back memories of my childhood. For some reason, hills and mountains feel my mind as part of these memories.

Most of my life has been spent in Georgia, but having family in Nashville, TN, I spent quite a bit of time traveling to Nashville. And county music, whether I liked it or not, played in the background. I miss being younger. Back then, I had no cares. My only job was to be a happy kid.

The change of seasons and time has been getting to me, too. I wish I could be on the road, preferably at night, traveling up to Nashville. As a child, my parents would drive to Nashville, starting in the afternoon/late evening, from Augusta. There's something sweet to me remembering stopping at a hotel in North Georgia at 10 PM before continuing to Nashville the next day. The weather on these trips were perfect, too. Just like it has been in Savannah lately.

[♪ Listening to: "When She Cries" - Restless Heart]