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Asia is off playing tennis and the kids have each picked their favorite cartoons to watch.

I've had my cup of coffee and really need to go take a shower... it's hard for me to stay in my pajamas for very long. I know lots of women who will choose to spend the day in pj's, but I just can't do it. Gotta get my jeans on and at least wash my face or I feel sub-human. However, for now, I'm still in my new Christmas jammies - which are pink fleece with green and white polka-dots. I'm really a sight to see. And no. I won't be posting pictures.

I'm excited to have some time today to start in on a new little creative venture... I joined an "Art Journal Challenge" , an online class taught by a fabulous British woman whose stuff I've admired over the last year. It's a class with weekly prompts and a gallery where those participating can upload their journal entries. It's part of my effort to stretch myself creatively this year. Today I'm going to go buy my journal and work on my first entry. Fun.

I've decided not to enter the Hall of Fame contest this year. I spent some time working on my entry this week and it just wasn't flowing. Nothing came together the way I hoped it would. My mojo has taken up and gone somewhere sunny, I suspect. That's okay. I'll wait for it to return and work on some other stuff in the meantime. I'll for sure be more relaxed when call week starts - and that's a good thing.

Asia and I have been discussing our annual Valentine party - for the last five years we've thrown a rip-roaring event in our home for a large group of our dearest friends. It's always loads of fun, with mountains of delicious food and tons of laughter. However, with the events of the past year, it seems like this may be the year to let it quietly become a tradition of the past. Because of the changes we've gone through and the natural progression of some of our relationships, it seems like it may be easier to just not try to force it. Like maybe, it was a good thing when it happened naturally because of our associations with people, but to try to pull everyone together now would be too hard... oh I don't know. As we get to know new people from our new church, we are naturally going to want to invite them, but what to do with the old friends who have come every year? It's just awkward and weird. It's a dilemma. What would you do?

It sure would be a good day to go out for coffee. Anyone want to join me?

Love to you all - (if you're doing the Me Challenge, I'd love to see your work... hint hint)

Toodles.

Comments

  1. Anonymous5:20 PM

    Hey, Cathy....LOVE the photo of Ethan and Gracey. I like his little hand on her head. And doesn't that look like a contented puppy? (Have you seen the show "Dog Whisperer" on TV? Great show.)

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  2. I know what *I'd* do. I'd just invite Mindy and Danny over for a party, anyway!! :-)

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  3. Anonymous10:44 PM

    I'll go for coffee with you Cath if we can go to that great little place we went to in that cool old building close. What a FUN place to sit and visit.

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  4. Anonymous6:05 PM

    Man I would love to of had coffee with you!

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  5. Anonymous8:41 PM

    Awe shucks. I want to see a picture of you in your jams. That would be something I'd make a return visit to glance at over and over again.

    As for the coffee: I would have joined you. Some days are just crying out to be coffee and friends sort of days.

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