Random Amy-ness.

It's just one of those days where I'm contemplating my life and laughing at how crazy it is,

but in a good way.

If that makes any sense at all.

I wake up at 12:30 pm, after the best 4 hours of sleep I've ever had.  I was so tired after my night shift last night.  Extremely tired.  Usually I need more than 4 hours (at least 10) but for some reason I wake up feeling so great.

I go brush my teeth, and it looks beautiful outside.  Of course since I'm so smartphone-reliant, I go to look at the weather on my phone.  52 degrees and sunny?   Sounds lovely.  I get on some clothes and go outside.  I hear this little girl literally singing her heart out.  It sounds like this is a make-up-the-lyrics-as-you-go kind of song.  She's probably six years old.  She is with her dog alone on her balcony and I'm pretty sure she thinks no one can hear her, but she makes my day absolutely fantastic.
It reminds me of when I was a little girl and used to go into my backyard and sing at the top of my lungs -  Now I'm a little embarrassed, and laugh about how I've probably been caught many a time doing the same thing.

Next, I shower.  I'm listening to spotify.  After the shower and while I'm getting dressed, some amazing dance music comes on.  I'm dancing my heart out in my room, in a towel.  I start practicing my twerking and just start laughing at how ridiculous my life is.  Doesn't every girl practice twerking in the mirror though, or is it just me?  And why is twerking showing up as incorrectly spelled?  I need to update my computer spellcheck.

If you've stuck with this amazing narrative so far, you're in for a treat of a story.  A story that is totally irrelevant to you, but so relevant to me.

When I was little, I used to ask my mom why she named me 'Amy'.  I thought names were fascinating. Say your name ten times in a row, and suddenly it doesn't seem like your name anymore.  It's weird.  My mom could have gone with the fact that her mother's name is Amy, and I was named after her because she is an angel (she really was the most wonderful woman).  But no, my mom swears up and down that I am not named after her mother -  I am named after a song.

It's a beautiful song, and I remember listening to it when I was little and thinking that it was written just for me.  As a little girl, I pictured, and this was not creepy at all at the time, a group of 3 guys (think Uncle Jesse and Uncle Joey on Full House) at my house, singing to me "Amy, what you wanna do?" like they're asking me, what do I want to do?  Play dolls or watch Sesame Street?

Now I listen to the lyrics and think it's so fitting of my life right now in general.  

Whoever wrote the song seems equally as confused as me in life, and he really doesn't know what he wants.  He doesn't know if Amie is really a keeper or not, but he thinks it'd be fun to just hang out and see what happens.  I think we'd be a perfect fit.