Thoughts swirling, whirling through my head. Want to be creative, ignite a fire in someones soul. . . yours, but mine really. All I’ve got is randomness. If my thoughts could be read you would see it. . . lots of randomness.
Watching Dancing With The Stars. . . I wish I could dance like that. We’ve actually talked about taking dancing lessons. That would take a lot of courage. . . not sure that I’ve come that far yet. Dancing in heels. . . not sure it would help my venture to lace my running shoes up again. Why does my foot still hurt despite the physical therapy? Arg.
The kids and I just made a spice cake. The cake is for a dessert I’m making for our small group that is coming over tomorrow night. I enjoy our small group. . . we laugh a lot. We’ve got two birthdays coming up in our house. Charlie is almost 5 and Chanelle will be three. Where did the time go? I’m thinking about the cakes I’m going to make. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do them. . . I need a back up plan, but I don’t have one. I hope they come out like they are supposed to. Family is coming this weekend to celebrate said birthdays. I’m excited. I need family.
I like Mark Ballas from DWTS. . . he seems silly.
Chanelle woke me up 4 times last night. I’m not sure why. . . she only wanted me to cover her up. Makes me feel tired today. I like to tell myself that she just misses me in the middle of the night. I’m fooling myself, I know. I always think if given the opportunity I would love to sleep until noon. . . when given the opportunity, though, I still wake up at six or before. I know why. . . because this is the way my mind works. . . from here to there and back again at a million miles a minute. . . I think that’s a woman’s mind. I really do need a Nothing Box.
Pie crusts used to scare me. I faced my fear this weekend. What was supposed to be a pie crust always ended up being a fragile piece of dough that resembled a torn and tattered map that had been buried for years. I’ve refused to even attempt it for years. . . I tried again. . . it worked. . . is it funny to say I’m afraid of pie crusts?
It’s not perfect. . . I was too nervous to worry about the details. It will be better next time. . . maybe. Someone just came to the door asking if I was going to vote Republican. . . I was evasive. . . didn’t think it was any of this business.
I really want to learn how to sew. When would I do that? I’d love to make pretty dresses and hats and random pieces for the kids. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. It would be cool to put Chanelle in a pretty dress for her birthday and say, yeah, I made that. We have a sewing machine. . . I’ve never turned it on.
Yes, this is all random. . . see? My mind. . . I wonder if this is everyone’s mind.
Writing like this is scary. . . exposing the reality of my mind. . . minimal deleting. . .only for misspellings. It’s fun, too. I was inspired to be brave. . .
cjs, if you read this. . . thank you.
DWTS is over. I’m done here.
That felt good.
Now. . . will I be brave enough to post it. . . .