I need to be a nicer person

My mom is a nice person. Honestly? She's probably one of the nicest people in the world. She loves everyone, even when they smell weird which for me is a major hangup. 

I wish I was more like my mom.  

I will say that I have made great progress in being less judgmental and self-righteous, which are very important steps to take as a super mature adult. Somehow these noteworthy steps in my journey of personal growth have not yet translated into an increased ability to love others. I am nice in the sense that I will open your door when walking into a building, I am a courteous driver who will change lanes to get out of your way or let you merge if necessary (though I will mentally give you the bird), I have excellent manners, I tip well! These are all good things. Go me! But I still want to be a nicer person. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt, I want to let things roll of my back. I don't want to get annoyed so easily (this will take work). I wish I swore less (this will take a lot more work). I wish I felt more comfortable in social settings so that I didn't say weird things to make people laugh and then obsess over how that all came off for days following. It's a serious crutch I could do without. 

I want to be a better listener. 

And while we're at it, I should probably wash my hair more often and stop taking pictures like this at 11 pm. 

I am a grown up woman. This kind of behavior is ridiculous. 

I can dig it

Have you guys seen this? I'm fascinated. And honestly, if a movie trailer can make me cry it's pretty much a given that it will be awesome.

I want to wax poetic on life right now man, but I don't have the brainpower for that. All I know is that I ate a legit ice cream cone tonight and it was pretty boss. I haven't put on makeup since Sunday. The Nub is at the best age of all time and ever right.now. Please bless he always wants to tell me stories and snuggle while we read before bed. I am going with him to college, I can tell you that right now. Triple is currently growing 4 brand new teeth, and while this is not noteworthy for any of you, I will go ahead and marvel at the fact that I haven't sold him to a traveling circus just yet. I'm half serious and it's only because I'm not even sure where to find one of those. Nevertheless, this enormous toddler brings great joy to my life, especially the parts that revel in the fact that I have managed thus far to raise 2 solid mama's boys. Point=Kalli. 

It is Easter on Sunday. We are having a collective Easter egg hunt and feast on Saturday. I will likely help my mom hide eggs, which means I will know where the one that has $5 in it is located. Just sit on that for a while. In the meantime, bring on the honey glazed ham. Oh yes. 

I don't think I've been to bed before midnight in at least 3 months. On a related note: I am exhausted.

Are you guys watching New Girl? Listen, get over whatever hangup you have about Zooey Deschanel, the show isn't even about her. It's about Schmidt.

Point:

I rest my case. JAR!

Sorry if you actually read this blog at its URL, I sort of destroyed my template and am not really sure where I'm going with this. Can someone design me a new header? THANKS.