Yep, it's me again.  Have you noticed that 90% of the time, I never finish what I start?... I noticed about 13 years ago when my mom and I would argue about cleaning up my room (and you must not know me very well).  Gaaahhh, it's my room one day, but the next day it was her house---MAKE YOUR MIND UP.  I would gather up the courage and be excited for the end result until I looked at it all.  One. Giant. Mess.  Instead, I would lay in the middle of my room wondering what life was like before I had to worry about adult stuff: like choosing what I wanted to wear at school, how rounded my bangs should be, did I need more hairspray, and how many socks I should stuff in my bra.  I look at my 4-year-old son now, and wonder how I got so lucky?  Hell, the kid threw his clothes in the hamper and when I tried to throw mine, well, I missed... Story of my life.