Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Yawn

I'm disappointed in myself.
I'm back to my old tricks... staying up late. Enjoying food. Crafting with friends. Making lists.

I really thought life would never go back to normal. I thought I'd be different. Thinner. Healthier. More well rested. More spiritual.

Same old. Same old.

Hey. Why didn't anyone warn me that (the first season, at least, of) Grey's Anatomy had an Alzheimer's story line running through it? A little bit painful to watch.

And why is it, that in both Scrubs and G.A., everyone is single and looking for ehrmm, intimate companionship? Everyone. All the time.

I had my dad and mom over for dinner tonight, and she brought me the latest Herald. Wholey Schmoley did they ever butcher my "Getting the Boot" article. (Once its online, I'll link to it. You'll see ... yeeesh.)

I've been trying all month to write an article for their upcoming issue on "Single Parenting". You'd think I'd have alot to say on the subject, wouldn't you? I'm stuck. Just when I think I might know something worth sharing, I get an email from a teacher. Or attitude about emptying the dishwasher.

Guess I should call it a night. Sorry this post is so short. Maybe zip over to James and Julia's blog to read about their adventures? Their lives are so much more interesting than mine.

Speaking of blogs ... it occured to me last week that I have a whole lot of my life recorded on this blog. And it's not even mine. Like, I have no control over "blogger dot com". If they (whoever they are) decide to shut er down, there's nothing I can do. I don't have a contract. I haven't paid anyone any money. This site is mine only because someone is sharing internet space with me. But what if it crashes? What if they unplug their main computer? Then it's gone.

My writing. My photos. My things I'm thankful for.
Disappeared.

Weird.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Michael's is open til 10 til Christmas. Walmart and SuperStore are open 24 hours til Christmas.
2. God answers prayer. Please keep praying for Mick. She needs us to keep holding her up before the Lord.
3. In one month I'll be in Puerto Vallarta, God willing. Yes, I allowed Frontier to book me on another flight. I picked up some sunscreen today.

Shalom,

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Read the MB Herald blurb -- my opinion? Cut way too much out. Would love to read the full article. Would have caught the significance & meaning of the "boot" better with more details. Too bad . . .

September thinks Jane is great said...

Jaaaaane,
I keep meaning to tell you that the giant paper sign telling you that he was at the old spaghetti factory is one of the funniest things I've seen in ages.
I'm glad you took a picture of it; words wouldn't have done it justice!

tricia said...

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