Don't Tell Me What To Do!...and some more

This is a completely random blog entry (oooh, the air raid horn just went off. Must be noon.)

It seems Toby wants a boyfriend really bad, so if any young hotty in DC is looking for a sarcastic, caustic, funny boyfriend with a bad elbow, give Toby a jingle (I guess he and Ashlee aren't working out.) At least he's smiling in his photo.

I read Chris' blog today and it got me thinking about the choices we make as we grow up. I think it is interesting how Chris' experience with his parents is sooo different than mine. The irony is, I wished my parents told me what they wanted me to be rather than their usual, "oh, we want you do what ever you want to do". I bet they would have changed their tune if I told them I wanted to be a porn star! Thanks for that, mom! /sarcasm
I sometimes wonder how different my life might be if my parents did push me in some direction. Because my parents did not push me in any one direction, I sometimes feel like I missed out the the time honored tradition of kids rebelling in some form against their parents. Gawd, does that even make sense? All my parents ever said was that they just wanted me to go to college. So, I went to college, but I never thought of college as the place to figure out what one wants to do; it was just something one did and got out of the way.
Hmmm. I guess the grass always seems greener on the side. /cliche
Anyway, Chris just got me thinking about choices and how others influence those choices.

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I've placed another link to the right. I found this blog through Chad's blog. So take a look at Jamie's blog and enjoy.