thoughts from the deep recesses

So it's probably a bit mundane to post about my goals, but since I 'm the only one reading this, I see it as a little online to-do list. Here's what I'd love to accomplish today: Scrapbook one page just for me - no class projects, no design work - just a page of family photos for my family scrapbook. Sweep and mop the kitchen floor - my LEAST favorite chore in the whole world - but I would feel fabulous to get it done today, before it's actually so dirty it's driving me crazy. Fold all the laundry. Call the Express office to find out about the possibility of E. going one day a week next year. Do a chapter in my bible study. Compose an email to my girlfriends asking them to pray about our situation with S. Go to the bank and the store to buy clipboards for the altered clipboard class. Make dinner. There it is - for better or worse. A to do list... let's see if I can manage to get it all done.

I had decided I wasn't going to do the blog thing after all, and bought a two pack of leather journals at Costco just to cement the idea in my head... I would journal by my own hand, in privacy. But, I keep reading so many cool blogs, and for some reason I'm drawn to the idea of keeping this online journal... nobody will ever read it, most likely, which is weird... in any case, I guess I'm back to posting here occasionally. Last night we were watching the news and E. saw George W. Bush giving a speech. He says "Is that really what George W. Bush sounds like?" and we said yes. He then proceeded to spend the rest of the evening walking around saying "You're not dealing with the issue" (a line from the speech) in his best George W. impersonation. Such a crack up. He's always got us laughing. I'm making a rump roast in the crock pot for dinner - it's a new recipe with lots of peppery spices rubbed on it. I have a class tonight, so the fam wil...

So I went out to dinner with some girlfriends last night to celebrate a birthday. Thing was, there was one girlfriend missing - our dear Betsey who recently moved to Illinois. Add to that the fact that I recently was allowed into the inner sanctum of this group of girls, and it was an akward night. I felt like everyone was thinking (subconciously because of course, these are all very sweet women) that I was a terrible replacement for Betsey. Where were her trademark funny stories, her mixed metaphors, her wise and careful word of advice? Nowhere to be found - especially not coming from me. I wanted for so long to become a good friend to these women. Watched their friendships and was envious of their familiarity, their laughter, their care for each other. I was new - on the outside - invited occasionally, but never considered essential. Now I realize I may never be... although they include me more, I will never have the same depth of relationships with them that they have with each othe...

Well here I am creating a blog... I have been a journaler for YEARS and YEARS - with a hope chest full of notebooks to prove it. Somehow though, in the busy-ness of life with a husband and three kids, I just don't make the time to write in my journals much anymore. But, I find myself spending hours sometimes at the computer. Perhaps, if I can journal here, I'll actually do it. So, I'm riding the wave of blog popularity... It's just like me to jump into something well after it starts - like buying my knee high boots at the end of the season just to be sure I like them a lot and can find a great sale before I add them to my wardrobe. I've never been a trend setter, which is fine with me. I've got to get dressed now. This has been a lazy week of wearing jammies long past the acceptable time... but I'm teaching today and I need to have on clothes for that...