pseudo momma update

I might not be a mom, but tonight, I headed back to work for the student scholarship banquet. As I neared the school, I realized I had something clumped onto the bottom of my dress. It was green playdough. No one else came to the scholarship banquet with green playdough on their dress. I can guarantee it.

secret sins part 2. (did you remember there was a part 1?)

It's been a while. I feel like I have much to say and such little time to talk.
Before blogging, I journalled all the time. Then I started blogging, and my journalling slowed right down.
Now I neither journal, nor blog.
I feel guilty about both.

Part of it is a mental block. So much so that I think about something that I'd love to blog/journal, but I get this weary feeling when it comes to actually writing it out. Anyone else get that? I wouldn't even call it writers' block. I would call it writing-lepsy. Like narcolepsy, you grow weary, and can't control it. Something like that. See? I can't even put it into words. That's how bad it is.

Plus I'm still writing in a journal that is rather bland looking...while I have a REALLY beautiful one, that Carleigh gave to me almost 2 years ago, sitting on the shelf, waiting for me to start in it. But I'm an A to B type person, and so I have this obligation (self-motivated) to complete the first journal before I would ever even consider writing in the second. It's my minor obsessive compulsive tendency.

I just needed to get that off my chest.

lost in your eyes.

Last night, Charlee started zoning out while we were waiting for supper to start.

Me: "Hey Char - whatcha thinking about?"
Her: "About you!"
Me: "Really? What about me?"
Her: "Your eyes..."

The most romantic thing I've ever been told has now come from my 3 year old housemate.