I can't wait for the concert tomorrow. I'll try to do concert calls, but I can't promise anything.

So, Kellie was voted off last night. Which isn't THAT shocking. But I would have rathered Kat or Chris...But that's me.

I was thinking about when we were traveling back and forth from Missouri to Alabama. Alabama to Missouri. Missouri to Alabama. Well, yeah...You get the picture. I realized something...Living on the road must suck. How does Sara's song go...."The road just ain't no place for whiners. It's hotel's, truck stops, and all night diners." If that's the case (and it is) then I'm not cut out for the road. I'm a let-grass-go-under-my-feet type of person. But then again, if I had the love to follow my dream, and live on the road. I'd suck-it up, and live with it. But we must think reality here. That won't ever happen for me. Not to mention, I wouldn't have the gut's to do it. I'm a chicken. I'm not afraid to admit it. In all reality, chances are, I'll end-up being a housewife, raising 10 kids, 2 dogs, and paying off a mortgage for the rest of the year's of my life. Oh, and still living somewhere between a tree and a fence in Missouri. None of that is bad, ok, maybe the 10 kid thing. NO WAY IN KINGDOM COME WILL THAT HAPPEN! NO! I strive for being different. I strive to go against what EVERYONE else is going for. Housewives are fine, but that's not what I want. McDonalds isn't what I want to do the rest of my life. What do I want to do? Good question. I can go through 100 different things, but I always come back to the one thing I don't have the guts to pursue. So where does that leave me? Confused, and frustrated. I guess, if it's in my card's it'll pan-out. If not, then I better prepare for the housewife life. Because I think I can see it coming over the horizon.