“Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’.” Dory, Finding Nemo Some days, you just have to keep swimmin’. Even now, I’m just pushing myself through 5 minutes of this, and 5 minutes of that. Plugging away. Next on my project list is to actually decorate our home. We’ve lived here for almost 11 years. We
It’s been a long day and I’m sleep deprived. This is a poor excuse of a blog entry. I’ll do better tomorrow. I promise.
Long, but productive day winding to a close. Today was absolutely beautiful! There’s nothing quite like the first few warm and sunny days of spring. I’m still running on the geocaching high from yesterday, as well as just having really good family time and even some productive home project time! Weekends like these don’t happen
Today’s NaBloPoMo entry will by my One Thousand Gifts entry: 631. Absolutely perfect weather for our first geocaching hunt. 632. Oreo Overload 633. Productive shopping trips 634. Entertaining movies 635. Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine 636. Having half the weekend left 637. Seeing my not-so-baby-boy happily tromping around in the woods 638. Being more in love with
I just love Fridays. Mostly because they hold all the hope of the upcoming weekend. Promises of rest, relaxation, sunny weather. All the things that are conspicuously absent during the week. This weekend, hopefully, we will take the opportunity to go Geocaching!! The weather should be great, and our first attempt will be across the
Well, I’m posting because I signed up for this thing, but as of yet, my writing continues to be at a standstill. I have things in my head, but have yet to find a way to get them out. Mostly, I’m just fried ’cause I have a lot of work-work to do, and house-work to
I have no good ideas at this particular moment, but now is the time I have the availability for blogging. I am folding my laundry, which is strangely a good time to think, and type a few words between items. The theme for this month is Letters, but I don’t yet have any cool or
Dear Body, I am really, really sorry. I have really hated you for some time now. You are the visible evidence of my humanity. You are my in-the-mirror proof that I am not all that I imagine myself to be. You are the end result of my poor choices. Yet you continue to be exactly