....but not together. My mind has a tendency to wander, ponder, and analyze to the point to which I even annoy myself, but at least that allows me interesting things to tell you about, right?

Item No. 1 on mind today: Money

So we're in a financial crisis, the worlds' markets are collapsing, no one's saving the auto industry, and life as we know it will come CRUMBLING DOWN before Barack Obama can fix it/screw it up more (choose what suits your needs (manic or otherwise) and will keep you reading please) ...yadda yadda blah blah blah. You know it. I know it. But I thought I had a fairly decent handle on money, spending, and how to do it without scoring myself a rock-hard mattress in the poor house. And then I took this quiz. Talk about a kick in the pants - I got ALL of the questions wrong. And not just the ones about what do with a home mortgage, but easy ones that actually relate to me, like how to pay off your credit card or, you know, SAVE and not SPEND. Now, of course, I don't have much to go on about the validity of the advice Women's Health is offering here, but I trust the mag enough to at least make me think about what I know. Hence, new goal: start learning about money...which will probably just turn into reading money-type blogs that then I won't trust because they'll give me contradicing information, and I'll get confused, and I'll ask my boyfriend because he loves money (and me) ... :inhale...exchale:.

So to get my mind off that mess, I found myself at Item No. 2: Paula Deen.

I kind of love Paula Deen - all the way from her comfort-food cooking (hmm, make that comfortably-clog-your arteries cooking) to her spikey, salt-and-peppered hair. I imagine us having a grand ol' time together in rocking chairs sipping lemonade on some huge wrap-around porch in Savannah. She'd whip up some sort of cream-cheese based dip and say "hey ya'll" for me when I wanted. Sigh. A chance to live in Paula Deen's world would just be like getting a big, warm hug that makes you forget all that's not sunny and butter-filled. Even though she would dress me up as a stick of butter and make me eat this. No, seriously click that - and get ready to pick your jaw up off the floor. I'll wait.