Oh BLOG. I started you with such high hopes. That you would be a receptacle of all things creative. That you would be a springboard for my writing career...
And yet, I neglect you. I forget to bring my camera along on the many day trips we take.
I think my life is boring occasionally and as such, do not document.
But perhaps I should. Maybe my standards are too high. I'm looking for a challenge. But I am sort of 'over' the self-portrait thing.
Been made fun of for that already.
Photo Booth Dump.
Now off to my second cup of coffee and Round Lake. And then more housewifely duties.
Universe, please give me the satisfaction I need in order to be happy with the menial things that I do. Reassure me that while my duties may seem menial, they are essential to the well-being of my life.
I need a new dining room table.
Ebay. Seller ID is smithrobertbrian. PLEASE!!!!!
I'm impulsive. I trust my gut, and dammit, usually I am right.
I decided that I want to go to cosmetology school. Inspired by the potential to unlock the inner beauty of people-to give them confidence.
My bestie has recently been completely transformed by a new haircut. How I would love to do that for people.
But I just found out that the time commitment required for a cosmetology degree does NOT mesh with our goals as a family.
Well, SHIT.
Also, if i don't either have a positive pregnancy test or get my fucking period soon, you MIGHT find me in a tower with a shotgun.
Just sayin'.
