Sunday, December 28, 2008
Jim is dressed and ready for Mass. My pajama clad rear is parked on the couch with the dogs and my computer. The phone book is sitting next to me waiting to be opened due to the curiosity regarding the Quaker church a friend of mine goes to. It is quiet in my house. I don't want to leave and shake hands with the flu germ clad hands of the St. Mary's parishioners. I guess I better pick up the phone book. The six year old is now demanding breakfast. Do I stay home with them or go to church with Jim. Which will feed my soul?
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Every time I start a blog it seems to not take hold. I think of it as a public place. I change my name. I hawk my wears (well, I will be doing that here, be forewarned!) but I am trying a new approach. Truly using it as an online journal, both professionally and personally and let me tell you right now if that I have misspelled anything get used to it. I even let things sneak through spell check. It is a hereditary condition. Merry Christmas! This blog is my gift to my self. It may not be pretty and it may not be profound but this time it is mine!