I promised myself I would get back into the groove of bloging this week. So here I am with only 90 minutes of work left and I’m bloging for you.

Not that my work is piling up at all. In fact today has really been consumed with other stuff… yup. My day has been blah; I’m just really trying to not focus on everything that needs to be done.

Sometimes I wish I could just take a full week off and do nothing but go through boxes in my house.

Because yes, I still have boxes left to unpack. I’ve lived there for about a year and a half and I just rediscovered shoes the other day because I chose to open a box. I have at least ten boxes I could go through.

In one of the boxes I opened the other day I found my first teddy bear. His name is first (I was such a creative child). First and I have been through a lot together. I slept with him every night from birth till I was 16.

When I turned 16 I started to evaluate my sleeping dependencies and determined whether or not they would be a hindrance when I got married.

After a few weeks of serious reflection (I really thought about the things in life that matter) I decided that I would start sleeping in the pitch black (I had to have the hall light on until I was 16 sad but true), I would stop falling asleep to the radio, and I would stop sleeping all cuddled up with First.

So I packed him away in a box never to be found until April 2006. So when I discovered First a few days ago I was excited to show Vincent. I drove down to the U with him (First) all excited to show him (Vincent).

Needless to say Vincent was less than impressed with my life long friend. He in fact called my bear “Scary”, “Nasty” and “Busted”. Then he destroyed my dream of passing him down to my children saying that he didn’t want his children with a busted nasty teddy bear.

Man… I’ve loved that bear… Linz

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