Call me naive

But I don't care. I'm pretty sure I know how I'm going to meet the love of my life.... it's been in my head since I was a pre-teen and watched adults and how they interact with one another, and when I see couples and what not. Something tells me... it's going to be unexpected and perfect.

At a party. Or a get together of some sort where most likely, I'm going to be left alone for one moment, and then he'll approach me. And as they say... the rest will be history.

Don't ask why I think this. It's not romantic and it's not completely ideal, but somehow, it just feels right.

Problem is, I don't go to get-togethers because I don't care to get drunk and nobody throws actual "bar-b-ques" anymore. Sigh.....

Someday. Till now, I'm pretty content just being a simple cocktail waitress who works to put herself through college and to put food in a bowl for her cats. Church, school, work, and the occasional Wing Night or lounge by the pool with some wine.... That's my life. And I think it's pretty fantastic.

So...

Well, here I am... blogging. I think this will help me go to sleep, but might prevent you from sleeping when you find out what's on my mind.

That genius e-card.... why is it so true?

And can somebody tell me....if vegetable oil came from vegetables, and olive oil came from olives... what did baby oil come from?