The most random post you will ever read

 Its American Idol season again, Which means me sitting and watching while thinking

 " I can do that." ( No I can't.)

 It also involves me possibly belting out a tune during commercial break as a joke, but really in my head I'm like " DANG, that was good." ( No it wasn't)

 "I bet Tyler thought it was good to, hes probably really impressed that we have been together for so long and hes never heard my amazing vocal skills."

 I have been in two situations in my life that have allowed me to consider myself a hero. One of which my friend and I actually saved a little boys life. the second one, well...

 I am doing a client's hair at the salon, when I see a black mole on her scalp.

I examine it, trying to be discreet. I didn't want to say anything right away so instead, I waited till the very end of the appointment... I was trying to make the appointment less awkward. That didn't really help.

" so don't freak out but...you have a dark colored mole on your head."

  She would have never known about it if it wasn't for me! She also never would of had to have a part of her hair shaved off in order to do a biopsy, only to find out the mole wasn't cancerous.

 Whatever. I totally saved her life.  

 she was very thankful, and sent me an edible arrangement bouquet to my work. When asked who and why I was sent that, I proudly told everyone in the salon how I saved her from a cancerous mole, so she is repaying me in delish flower shaped fruit.

 I have a weird fear that someone is going to break into my house. I don't know why, my house has never been broken into.

 Its so bad that I have even worked several scenarios out in my head about how it would all go down if ever someone did break in. I have planned out escape routes and everything.

Scenario 1: I grab Ava, and sneak out a window, go to the neighbors and call 911. I can't help but thinking about what I am wearing ( because in my head this always happens at night) Wondering if the neighbor is thinking about what I'm wearing, and possibly considering that maybe no one really broke in and that I could just be crazy.

Scenario 2: My favorite of the two. Someone armed and dangerous breaks in. I suddenly become one bad mamma jamma, and whoop some burglar butt!

 The things that go through my head are completely ridiculous sometimes. I have come to the conclusion that I watch to much TV.