Who Knew?! *Shrugs*

First I must define something: The word blond and according to dictionary.com it means...
light-colored; having light colored hair and skin; as a noun it means: a blond person
It is here that I must stop...a blond person...why do I pause here. Well I think that the term blond should mean something else but I'm not sure what yet. Maybe by the end of this blog I'll have a new definition to present to those reading. You see, today I'm wearing a red shirt with gold letters that read Blonde, the New Smart but what I'm about to write counters my shirt. So, my day has been going alright however I have been extremely overwhelmed today as I begin realizing that things are due and how school really only has one more month left and in that month I have 4 papers to hand in, 4 sermons to preach (the 4 papers have nothing to do with the sermons), 2 of those sermons are in class and one will be in Rimbey and the other in Leduc. Slightly overwhelmed there, more nervous. What does this have to do with being blonde? Well...I'm hoping to use this as an alaby for what I'm about to explain, its not super bad I mean I've done worse. Ok here goes!
So I bought a lamp the other day right?! If you are furrowing your brow read the blog below this one and you'll see that on Friday I bought a lamp with a blue base and yellow shade. So after convincing myself that it was unique I decided to keep it. After all the yellow shade matches the cheerios boxes on my top shelf and the blue matches the Vector boxes so how cool is that...I have a breakfast lamp! Well, I put the bulb into my lamp, plugged it in and turned it on but nothing happened. I groaned inwardly knowing that I would have to take this ridiculous lamp back because it was dead! Here it is, Monday afternoon and I'm getting the box out of the cupboard and preparing to take my unique breakfast lamp back to Wally world...I think to myself "I wonder what would happen if..." and I walk over to my other lamp and grab the light bulb out of that lamp and walk back over to my unique lamp and proceed to screw in the lightbulb...I then plug it back in and click the switch...Voila! I had light! So I walk back over to the other lamp and put the old light bulb into it and it doesn't work. What I am writing is this: I am keeping my cool little breakfast lamp because the only thing wrong with it is my brain blew a fuse and thus no lights came on upstairs resulting in me blaming a perfectly good lamp for my own lack of sanity. So I have a light and I think I will change my shirt to I Love Carbs or something...I will also define blonde as this Blonde: a creature, usually feminine with nothing between her ears as a result of her hair color creating a short in the wiring thus causing a fuse to blow and as a result the wind blows through her ears. Something like that...see my definition doesn't even make sense...I think I may just go back to bed but I'm off to Red Deer to not return my lamp but to grab some things for my hall as we have open house this weekend (where the guys get to come view the halls and rooms and thus everything must be decorated). Later!