I've got a secret, I can't tell you!

I have decided to start sending postcards to celebrities. Just to see what happens. I also have decided if I was bold enough to go on Wheel of Fortune, I just might win a few thousand dollars. That might be fun, right?

It is really fun to read my last post so far after I wrote it all. Here I am now sitting at my parents with an engagement ring in the next room. It's funny that I have my engagement ring already in my posession, and I have to bring it back to India with me and give it to my Boy so that he can use it to propose in the near future. I guess it all did work out very nicely!

It's resolution time! I always make long lists of resolutions and then never stick with them, so instead of a resolution for this whole next year, I am just making short-term goals for a month or two at a time. Like for the next two months I have a gym membership for the first time in my life and I plan on going there every day these next two months. I want to look hot for my Boy when I see him again on March 31st. It will have been 9 months since I last saw him! I am going crazy. Seriously. I have never felt this way about another man in my life ever.

Tomorrow begins my new lifestyle of working out like crazy and eating right! I'm going to work out like Michael Phelps, minus the swimming. All my suits are in India and I have nothing to swim in here now except clothes. Although for some proposterous reason, Target is selling swim suits already. What the heck is going on?

Right now my Dad is coughing up a lung in the bathroom and it's 1:00 in the morning. I am so thankful that I have never smoked a day in my life and never will. You know it is quite disheartening to come home to parents that still smoke and quite honestly I am surprised they don't have more breathing complications than they have. They really have been going at it for 40 years. I wonder what their lungs look like sometimes, but if I knew I'd probably weep, so it's best not to think about it. They get really upset if I talk about all this, but what am I supposed to do, pretend it doesn't eat away at my insides every moment of every day that I am home? At least when I'm in India I don't think or worry about it. I'm thankful I will be marrying a man who does not smoke and never has and never will. I think there are two paths to take as a child of chain-smokers. 1. you become one yourself, after all it was unavoidable, right? or 2. you never touch the stuff and you literally would rather do any other horrible thing in the world instead of even trying to smoke a cigarette. But then I worry that if I don't do it then my kids won't know how aweful it is and they'll do it cause it's "cool." Oh I do hope smoking isn't "cool" anymore when my children become teenagers.

In other news: I bought a book today called, "Your Intercultural Marriage: A Guide to a Healthy, Happy Relationship" and I hope that it is insightful and funny and offers me wisdom and advice to keep me going down this path because I really like where this path is heading and I'd hate to be scared away from it.