Back on Track... the Dixie Chicks CD Track, that is.

So I sit here this morning drinking my coffee with coconut cream flavored creamer (yummy!) and am amazed at how I sway gently back and forth from desperation to exhilaration, and, of course, slide and drift through every emotion in between. I'm like a girl on a swing, being warmed by the sun during the "to" and chilled by the wind in her hair during the "fro." With each new song floating out from my cd player, a new emotion sweeps over me.

I have cried today... how in the heck can he love me so fiercely one moment and ignore me the next? It must not be real. It's time to let go and let him fly...

I have laughed... why in the heck do I need a man? I need a man like I need a hole in my head. My friend Rebecca and I have a woman-crush... c'mon, Madonna is hot stuff.

I've been irritated... that's a $50 hair straightener and I want it back, dammit. Whether you mail it to me or drop it off at my front door, it's MINE. And I WANT it, so give it up.

I am certainly hopeful... this wasn't the right one for me and there is love out there somewhere waiting for me. I believe in love.

I am SO excited... this weekend, the girls and I are heading to Rocky Point, Mexico for some good fun in the sun and naughty fun at night! You better believe I'll be hitching a ride on a sin wagon.

From time to time, I slip into hopelessness... because I had really strong feelings for my Biker and hoped it would last. He's managed to help me re-build my "all-men-are-bad-so-keep-out" wall because it's hard to find the courage to love again after being hurt.

And this is life... the life of this American Girl living back in Singletown... with her cat... in her one bedroom condo on Lonely Street.