I reached into my super comfy, super puffy down vest this morning and discovered $5! It was the perfect way to start my morning. I've decided it will be an omen for the weekend. Regardless of my wacky mood swings and such it will be a good weekend.
Speaking of mood swings, on the way to work this morning, I was looking up at OHSU and it overwhelmed me. The buildings provide me with extremely mixed emotions. The view of the large hospital campus on Marquam Hill is so beautifully lit in the morning, the glass is pink from the sun rise and the misty fog of the cold morning made it seem almost ethereal. In all it's beauty all I could think of was Greg and Shana and the battle they are facing. I hate cancer. I hate that it came back after nearly a year of health and fun for them. It made me teary and I actually had to turn the radio off because the music was making it worse and I didn't want to be bawling and get the ugly cry face on my way to work then have to explain to everyone why I was red and puffier then an angry puffer fish. And then as I continued over the Ross Island Bridge I glanced over at the South Campus to my left and looked at the building that contains the Fertility Clinic and felt a little buoyed. It's the building that will play a large part in my life in the year to come. A building that will possibly give us a new little life, and then I wanted to cry again so I had plug my ipod in and listen to some of my running music which is pretty much void of anything emotional. Two very different feelings, all one hospital. It's a bit hard to reconcile what hospitals are, so many times they are a healing place, and other times not. It makes me shake my head now, hours later.
This is exactly why I can't watch ER anymore, I go from happy to sad and all the places inbetween and then I cry and Scott looks at me funny but I cry more because they killed of Dr. Pratt and then I wake up the next morning looking like someone punched me. It's not pretty.
* sigh * pause for moment *
Okay, on another topic I drove into work this morning and the same lighting that had graced OHSU was falling upon the vineyards. Thankfully, for once, I had my camera with me and got a few good shots of the rows encased in the fog. I can't pull them off the camera at the moment so I'll post them later, but they are quite pretty if I do say so myself...
On a really happy note I'm going to see Movin' Out tomorrow with Cheryl, and strangely enough Ritchie and his new girlfriend (guess she's not that new, but new to me) also have tickets so we're all going to have dinner together. Should be a perfect way to spend a Saturday eveing. I'm pretty excited actually. Musical theater makes me giddy. Like jump around the house, act out scenes, sing at the top of my lungs giddy. Scott will surely be rolling his eyes at me for the majority of the weekend. If not the musical theater bug, then surely the random crying fits!
So I'm off now, to finish my Friday then move into the blessed weekend. Hope you all have good weekends too, sleep in, it's good for you!
I'm sorry, in advance
It has begun. I've officially started medication to assist in the Meeker Baby Project. This particular medication is just for a few days so it shouldn't be too bad, but I've taken it before and it does tend to make me a raging bitch. So I apologize in advance if I snap at you or threaten to harm you in the next week.
I was reading my new book Infertility Survival Handbook last night and it's pretty brutally honest. I appreciate that, there are things I'm going to need to know, things that are good to hear from other people who have suffered the same fate. However, it's also pretty damn scary.
One of the things it talks about is losing you body to the hormones and medications. Weight gain is almost a given and because you're dealing with hormones it's often hard to shed when all is said and done. I've just started to make the effort to get my twenty-something body back and now it's bound to be lost in the mess that is progesterone! I'm going to try not to worry about it too much and just focus on eating better and making it the gym three to four times a week. There isn't much more I can do. ****Edit to include some positive thoughts**** My mother reports that after two years on Clomid, then having me, she weighed less then she had in three years! So maybe I can be skinny after too!****
Another thing it talks about is removing yourself from situations that make you upset or sad. This could be a baby shower, or little kid birthday parties, even getting your nails done with all your breeder (term for those who have babies, not to be confused with the same term used to indicate heterosexual beings rather than homosexual beings) friends. I really hope it doesn't come to that for me, but I think it's unrealistic to not think about it. I'm already jealous of mommies and daddies. I covet their babies and all the gear that comes with them. I'm sure this isn't good, but I know that it's normal for people like me. Did anyone see 30 Rock last week? Liz Lemon had the purse full of baby shoes...I'm not that bad, but there is indication that it could become that bad...
I think I'd be really sad to lose or step away from friends because I couldn't cope, or they were too frustrated by me. I know it's bound to happen at some point though. I want to say right here, in the start, that if this happens, if I somehow lose one of you it's not because I didn't/don't love you. That certainly isn't it. I think it really comes down to needing people who can care for me when I need it. That sounds a bit selfish typed out like that, and I'm not sure it's the right words to convey what I'm trying to say. It's just that, unless you've felt it, done it, been hurt by it, or survived it you may not know what I want/need. That's no fault of yours or mine. It just is.
Having said all that, my goal is to be aware of my extreme mood swings and irrational behavior. I have a tendency to lash out and hold a grudge so I'm going to work on that, but no guarantees because the nature of the drugs are irrational behavior coupled with severe mood swings and irritability. Basically you might thank your lucky stars that you don't have to see me or talk to me for a while. It should also be noted that Scott may need extra sympathy at these times. If you do want to see my head spin like the wicked witch we'll have scheduled showings :)
If it comes to a point where I'm not nice anymore, and you want to talk to me about it, email me. That's the best way. Then I don't cry and carry on and you don't feel like a jack ass for having valid and normal feelings.
So with that out in the open, let's move on! Cross your fingers for us that blood work is possible in the next week or so, that it doesn't reveal anything too terrible and that we can move on to the next step.
And now, being done with my selfish talk and requests for myself, could you also say a prayer for Greg and Shana. Greg's cancer is proving to be a real pain in the arse and I know they can use all the good thougts anyone can muster. It's quite scary to think about what this diagnoisis could mean for him, and today is his 32nd birthday....very scary indeed. Yet, he is more determined then most people in this world.
I was reading my new book Infertility Survival Handbook last night and it's pretty brutally honest. I appreciate that, there are things I'm going to need to know, things that are good to hear from other people who have suffered the same fate. However, it's also pretty damn scary.
One of the things it talks about is losing you body to the hormones and medications. Weight gain is almost a given and because you're dealing with hormones it's often hard to shed when all is said and done. I've just started to make the effort to get my twenty-something body back and now it's bound to be lost in the mess that is progesterone! I'm going to try not to worry about it too much and just focus on eating better and making it the gym three to four times a week. There isn't much more I can do. ****Edit to include some positive thoughts**** My mother reports that after two years on Clomid, then having me, she weighed less then she had in three years! So maybe I can be skinny after too!****
Another thing it talks about is removing yourself from situations that make you upset or sad. This could be a baby shower, or little kid birthday parties, even getting your nails done with all your breeder (term for those who have babies, not to be confused with the same term used to indicate heterosexual beings rather than homosexual beings) friends. I really hope it doesn't come to that for me, but I think it's unrealistic to not think about it. I'm already jealous of mommies and daddies. I covet their babies and all the gear that comes with them. I'm sure this isn't good, but I know that it's normal for people like me. Did anyone see 30 Rock last week? Liz Lemon had the purse full of baby shoes...I'm not that bad, but there is indication that it could become that bad...
I think I'd be really sad to lose or step away from friends because I couldn't cope, or they were too frustrated by me. I know it's bound to happen at some point though. I want to say right here, in the start, that if this happens, if I somehow lose one of you it's not because I didn't/don't love you. That certainly isn't it. I think it really comes down to needing people who can care for me when I need it. That sounds a bit selfish typed out like that, and I'm not sure it's the right words to convey what I'm trying to say. It's just that, unless you've felt it, done it, been hurt by it, or survived it you may not know what I want/need. That's no fault of yours or mine. It just is.
Having said all that, my goal is to be aware of my extreme mood swings and irrational behavior. I have a tendency to lash out and hold a grudge so I'm going to work on that, but no guarantees because the nature of the drugs are irrational behavior coupled with severe mood swings and irritability. Basically you might thank your lucky stars that you don't have to see me or talk to me for a while. It should also be noted that Scott may need extra sympathy at these times. If you do want to see my head spin like the wicked witch we'll have scheduled showings :)
If it comes to a point where I'm not nice anymore, and you want to talk to me about it, email me. That's the best way. Then I don't cry and carry on and you don't feel like a jack ass for having valid and normal feelings.
So with that out in the open, let's move on! Cross your fingers for us that blood work is possible in the next week or so, that it doesn't reveal anything too terrible and that we can move on to the next step.
And now, being done with my selfish talk and requests for myself, could you also say a prayer for Greg and Shana. Greg's cancer is proving to be a real pain in the arse and I know they can use all the good thougts anyone can muster. It's quite scary to think about what this diagnoisis could mean for him, and today is his 32nd birthday....very scary indeed. Yet, he is more determined then most people in this world.
Spending money on stupid stuff...
Okay, is it wrong to buy a pregnancy test at the dollar store? And no, I'm not pregnant, but I have to take a stupid test to prove it before I can start a new medicine for baby making.
So is it okay? Tests in drug stores run around $12. Just $12, but having bought many a test, and wasted all that money on all those tests I am anti-test these days. But if I buy one at the dollar store is it deemed a real test? How could it possibly work correctly if it was just $1?!?! But since I know I'm not PG, does it matter if the test doesn't really work? I'm gonna get a BFN (big fat negative) no matter, so maybe I should just spend the $1. Then I can get it over with, take the medication, get started on a cycle so I can have blood work done and move on. What a medical delima!
I hate spending money on stupid things!
On a happy note, Gretta the Jetta's taillight is covered under our comprehensive insurance so it will only cost me $100 for the deductible rather than the $259 for the part + labor! But really, that $100 should fall under spending money on stupid things too. Some stupid thing decided to smash my car in and I'm out $100. Grrr!
PS. OHSU is super wonderful. Their nurses in the fertility clinic are very responsive, very helpful and just plain nice. So happy to be working with them. Let's see if that's the case in three or four months when they make me shoot myself with needles and such. Betcha I won't be so happy then....
Happy Monday!
So is it okay? Tests in drug stores run around $12. Just $12, but having bought many a test, and wasted all that money on all those tests I am anti-test these days. But if I buy one at the dollar store is it deemed a real test? How could it possibly work correctly if it was just $1?!?! But since I know I'm not PG, does it matter if the test doesn't really work? I'm gonna get a BFN (big fat negative) no matter, so maybe I should just spend the $1. Then I can get it over with, take the medication, get started on a cycle so I can have blood work done and move on. What a medical delima!
I hate spending money on stupid things!
On a happy note, Gretta the Jetta's taillight is covered under our comprehensive insurance so it will only cost me $100 for the deductible rather than the $259 for the part + labor! But really, that $100 should fall under spending money on stupid things too. Some stupid thing decided to smash my car in and I'm out $100. Grrr!
PS. OHSU is super wonderful. Their nurses in the fertility clinic are very responsive, very helpful and just plain nice. So happy to be working with them. Let's see if that's the case in three or four months when they make me shoot myself with needles and such. Betcha I won't be so happy then....
Happy Monday!
Mommy's little piggy
The evidence...
The Culprit...
Note the bloated belly. Note the label from the deli, 1lb of turkey. Note that Olivia was soon overcome with a tryptophan coma and hasn't recovered yet. She did wake us up three times last night to have very large drinks of water and potty breaks.
She's never eaten that much food in one sitting so I'm sure she wasn't sure to do with herself. Hell she was so pudgy she looked like she was ready to give birth to a few puppies!
Charity had left a bag of groceries outside to keep it cold because the fridge was too full. Olivia of course found it and was in heaven. We're thankful she stopped at the turkey though because there was another pound and a half of meat in the bag in addition to about half a pound of cheese. Had she consumed it all I think we'd have made a late night trip to the vet.
She is less rolley polley tonight, but still sleeping...
In other news this weekend, Gretta the Jetta had her first taste of vandalism. Someone bashed in her tail light overnight. No other damage, obviously not hit by another car and no attempt to break in. Not sure what would posses someone to do it. Perhaps just teenagers with nothing better to do. Regardless it sucks! I'll be calling the insurance company tomorrow to see if it falls under our comprehensive insurance. I really hope that it does. The whole light is out so I'll probably get pulled over at some point. Lame.
My poor pretty car.
Maybe I love her a little too much but she's the first really nice thing I've ever been able to do for myself, all by myself. Plus she warms my ass up on cold mornings. She's just the bestest!
The Culprit...
Note the bloated belly. Note the label from the deli, 1lb of turkey. Note that Olivia was soon overcome with a tryptophan coma and hasn't recovered yet. She did wake us up three times last night to have very large drinks of water and potty breaks.
She's never eaten that much food in one sitting so I'm sure she wasn't sure to do with herself. Hell she was so pudgy she looked like she was ready to give birth to a few puppies!
Charity had left a bag of groceries outside to keep it cold because the fridge was too full. Olivia of course found it and was in heaven. We're thankful she stopped at the turkey though because there was another pound and a half of meat in the bag in addition to about half a pound of cheese. Had she consumed it all I think we'd have made a late night trip to the vet.
She is less rolley polley tonight, but still sleeping...
In other news this weekend, Gretta the Jetta had her first taste of vandalism. Someone bashed in her tail light overnight. No other damage, obviously not hit by another car and no attempt to break in. Not sure what would posses someone to do it. Perhaps just teenagers with nothing better to do. Regardless it sucks! I'll be calling the insurance company tomorrow to see if it falls under our comprehensive insurance. I really hope that it does. The whole light is out so I'll probably get pulled over at some point. Lame.
My poor pretty car.
Maybe I love her a little too much but she's the first really nice thing I've ever been able to do for myself, all by myself. Plus she warms my ass up on cold mornings. She's just the bestest!
Must See, Must Read, Must Do
Must See:
You must go see Slumdog Millionaire if your local theater is playing it. It's not main stream so you may have to track it down, but it's well worth it. The imagery is beautiful. The story is breathtaking and amazing. The casting was perfect. The soundtrack is phenomenal. It was a brilliant film. It's not a movie I would typically go to, but a friend called and invited me and I thought "why not?". I loved it. Truly a great story about overcoming what life has handed you and persevering until you obtain your goal. Jamal is an Indian orphan who wins a place on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Convinced there is no way he could possibly know the answers to the questions he has answered he is interrogated. In doing so we are given a view into the life that he lived and how he knows what he does. If nothing else you leave the theater reminded that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Here is the trailer for your own viewing.
Must Read:
Strangely enough a movie taking place in India was a good follow up a book I had just finished the night before. Beneath a Marble Sky is the fictional story of the building Taj Mahal and the life of an Indian Princess. It's a love story to be sure but also deals with war and anger, sibling rivalry, the love of a parent/child, and in finding grace and beauty in what you are given. I'd asked for it for Christmas after seeing Alyssa, or maybe it was Alexa, mention it on Facebook. I'd highly recommend it if you love any historical fiction, need a good love story, or are intrigued by India in any way. I wasn't previously but now I find that I want to learn more about their royal family and the actual building of the Taj Mahal.
Must Do:
The underlying theme in both the movie and book I mentioned is destiny. That your path is written. What is meant to happen will. I've never taken much stock in that, always believing that make your own path. To some extent I think that is still true, but I am starting to wonder if karma, or life, or God, or what ever, gives you these options, meant to challenge you. Meant to make you choose the path you were meant to take? As silly as this sounds, I got a fortune in a cookie a few days ago telling me that I would see prosperity though my creativity. Normally not something that would catch my attention except that just a few weeks ago the psychic I went to see told me that she saw me doing more with my creative/artistic abilities. Then this book and movie that normally would not fall into my line of sight, do in fact make it on to my radar, both with similar themes and even strange coincidental moments. Add that to my recent need to get creative and want to write/sew/make things. I don't know what my plan should be, only that I need to formulate one. I want to be more fulfilled in life and I think the universe is starting to show me that I need to take the necessary steps. I'm going to keep watching for these signs and take note. Then I'm going to take action. I must do this.
You must go see Slumdog Millionaire if your local theater is playing it. It's not main stream so you may have to track it down, but it's well worth it. The imagery is beautiful. The story is breathtaking and amazing. The casting was perfect. The soundtrack is phenomenal. It was a brilliant film. It's not a movie I would typically go to, but a friend called and invited me and I thought "why not?". I loved it. Truly a great story about overcoming what life has handed you and persevering until you obtain your goal. Jamal is an Indian orphan who wins a place on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Convinced there is no way he could possibly know the answers to the questions he has answered he is interrogated. In doing so we are given a view into the life that he lived and how he knows what he does. If nothing else you leave the theater reminded that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Here is the trailer for your own viewing.
Must Read:
Strangely enough a movie taking place in India was a good follow up a book I had just finished the night before. Beneath a Marble Sky is the fictional story of the building Taj Mahal and the life of an Indian Princess. It's a love story to be sure but also deals with war and anger, sibling rivalry, the love of a parent/child, and in finding grace and beauty in what you are given. I'd asked for it for Christmas after seeing Alyssa, or maybe it was Alexa, mention it on Facebook. I'd highly recommend it if you love any historical fiction, need a good love story, or are intrigued by India in any way. I wasn't previously but now I find that I want to learn more about their royal family and the actual building of the Taj Mahal.
Must Do:
The underlying theme in both the movie and book I mentioned is destiny. That your path is written. What is meant to happen will. I've never taken much stock in that, always believing that make your own path. To some extent I think that is still true, but I am starting to wonder if karma, or life, or God, or what ever, gives you these options, meant to challenge you. Meant to make you choose the path you were meant to take? As silly as this sounds, I got a fortune in a cookie a few days ago telling me that I would see prosperity though my creativity. Normally not something that would catch my attention except that just a few weeks ago the psychic I went to see told me that she saw me doing more with my creative/artistic abilities. Then this book and movie that normally would not fall into my line of sight, do in fact make it on to my radar, both with similar themes and even strange coincidental moments. Add that to my recent need to get creative and want to write/sew/make things. I don't know what my plan should be, only that I need to formulate one. I want to be more fulfilled in life and I think the universe is starting to show me that I need to take the necessary steps. I'm going to keep watching for these signs and take note. Then I'm going to take action. I must do this.
putting the pieces together
Years ago Scott and went to the beach all by ourselves for a weekend getaway. Scott's mom, along with her sisters own a share in the Tolovana Inn and we were lucky enough to be granted one of their weekends. I don't really remember many specifics of the trip, it's probably been more then six years or longer. There is one thing though, one thing that we did, that we probably shouldn't have...but now I'm glad we did. You see we took something that didn't belong to us. I suppose it belonged to Scott's grandfather as he owned the unit previously. Regardless, we found it in the owners closet, put it together and were so tickled by it that we took it.
I really hope no one gets mad at us for this. We had the best of intentions. Really, it was just a special, silly memory from that weekend and now the item sits in my attic, waiting for it's next unveiling. It's been out a few times, usually when we tell the story of how we came to "own" it. It may be one of the best, most recounted stories I have from our many visits to Tolovana.
It rates second only to lying on the living room floor with an itty bitty baby KayLee sleeping on my chest while Nathan and I talked and goofed off. I know there is a picture of that but I can't seem to find it right now.
But I digress...
Tonight I feel obligated to share the story of the taken item and a picture for proof because last night there was a fire in the very unit where this story took place. I don't think we know the extent of the damage at this point but the video below shows flames and smoke and water and that usually damages anything not metal or stone, and even those items sometimes.
Those many years ago we were looking for something to do after having a wonderful dinner at Mo's. We stumbled upon the owners closer and inside found the games and toys we knew existed, but there, on one of the shelves higher up was something we'd never noticed before. We took it down, opened it up and kind of smiled at each other knowing this was something fairly unique. We sat down at the dinning room table and dumped out all of the pieces. We proceed to put it together and then looked down upon a sight that we'd never seen before. Something I don't think has actually been made since the 60's or 70's and probably kept from the prying eyes of children. It was after all a naked lady! We giggled, talked about who it belonged to, giggled some more and then decided we had to take it home with us.
So yes we stole it. Sorry Crandall Family! We do love it, and have kept it safe all these years, and now we have one more memory, a tangible, put your hands on it memory that wasn't damaged by fire. Of course, so many memories live on in our minds and when they repair the damage we'll all go back and make more. But for now, here is the piece of Tolovana that lives in my house and heart.
http://www.kptv.com/video/18399128/index.html
I really hope no one gets mad at us for this. We had the best of intentions. Really, it was just a special, silly memory from that weekend and now the item sits in my attic, waiting for it's next unveiling. It's been out a few times, usually when we tell the story of how we came to "own" it. It may be one of the best, most recounted stories I have from our many visits to Tolovana.
It rates second only to lying on the living room floor with an itty bitty baby KayLee sleeping on my chest while Nathan and I talked and goofed off. I know there is a picture of that but I can't seem to find it right now.
But I digress...
Tonight I feel obligated to share the story of the taken item and a picture for proof because last night there was a fire in the very unit where this story took place. I don't think we know the extent of the damage at this point but the video below shows flames and smoke and water and that usually damages anything not metal or stone, and even those items sometimes.
Those many years ago we were looking for something to do after having a wonderful dinner at Mo's. We stumbled upon the owners closer and inside found the games and toys we knew existed, but there, on one of the shelves higher up was something we'd never noticed before. We took it down, opened it up and kind of smiled at each other knowing this was something fairly unique. We sat down at the dinning room table and dumped out all of the pieces. We proceed to put it together and then looked down upon a sight that we'd never seen before. Something I don't think has actually been made since the 60's or 70's and probably kept from the prying eyes of children. It was after all a naked lady! We giggled, talked about who it belonged to, giggled some more and then decided we had to take it home with us.
So yes we stole it. Sorry Crandall Family! We do love it, and have kept it safe all these years, and now we have one more memory, a tangible, put your hands on it memory that wasn't damaged by fire. Of course, so many memories live on in our minds and when they repair the damage we'll all go back and make more. But for now, here is the piece of Tolovana that lives in my house and heart.
The Playboy Playmate Puzzle, missing only a piece or two.
It was too perfect for us not to put it together,
then take home with us to remember the weekend!
Below is video of the fire. Scott's family unit the one closest to the camera on the top floor. Most definitely damaged. The cause of the fire isn't known at this time. The link below is even more video showing even more of the smoke and damage.
It was too perfect for us not to put it together,
then take home with us to remember the weekend!
Below is video of the fire. Scott's family unit the one closest to the camera on the top floor. Most definitely damaged. The cause of the fire isn't known at this time. The link below is even more video showing even more of the smoke and damage.
http://www.kptv.com/video/18399128/index.html
I resolve
Ahhhh the time for resolutions had arrived....2009 we're gonna have a good start and we're going to keep our momentum. So without further ado here is the list
1. I resolve to be active every day. That doesn't mean I have to go to the gym (but that's the main goal), I just have to move. It can even be a walk around the block or a good 20 min weight work out.
2. I resolve to lose 25lbs. No if's, and's, or but's about it. I saw pictures of myself from last night and didn't like them. Have to change that. No options. I don't think I'm going to do a hard core diet because I find that depriving myself only makes me fall into massive temptation. Instead I'm going to do what I know how to do, and that is cook low fat, low calorie meals.
3. I resolve to eat better, kinda falls into #2, but even more then just eating to lose weight I want to eat to feel better. So foods with better vitamins and minerals. Foods that are better for your heart and skin. I've noticed my skin has suffered in the last few years and I'm certain part of that is not taking care in my diet.
4. I resolve to use my camera more. I love to take photos and I am so happy when they come out looking like art. I think if I develop my talent more that I could in fact be an actual talent. I'd love to have a hobby that is pretty much free and still makes me, and sometimes other people happy.
5. I resolve to write. I put it off and put it off. I have more excuses then a six year old trying to get out of household chores! I want to do it, I have the stories in my head, I need to write them out!
6. I resolve to organize! I hate it when my house is a wreck. We've been much better since moving into this little house, but after two years I'm starting to feel growing pains. We can't actually move so we need to restructure and get rid of things.
So that's it. I think six resolutions are enough to get me started. Here is to 2009!
1. I resolve to be active every day. That doesn't mean I have to go to the gym (but that's the main goal), I just have to move. It can even be a walk around the block or a good 20 min weight work out.
2. I resolve to lose 25lbs. No if's, and's, or but's about it. I saw pictures of myself from last night and didn't like them. Have to change that. No options. I don't think I'm going to do a hard core diet because I find that depriving myself only makes me fall into massive temptation. Instead I'm going to do what I know how to do, and that is cook low fat, low calorie meals.
3. I resolve to eat better, kinda falls into #2, but even more then just eating to lose weight I want to eat to feel better. So foods with better vitamins and minerals. Foods that are better for your heart and skin. I've noticed my skin has suffered in the last few years and I'm certain part of that is not taking care in my diet.
4. I resolve to use my camera more. I love to take photos and I am so happy when they come out looking like art. I think if I develop my talent more that I could in fact be an actual talent. I'd love to have a hobby that is pretty much free and still makes me, and sometimes other people happy.
5. I resolve to write. I put it off and put it off. I have more excuses then a six year old trying to get out of household chores! I want to do it, I have the stories in my head, I need to write them out!
6. I resolve to organize! I hate it when my house is a wreck. We've been much better since moving into this little house, but after two years I'm starting to feel growing pains. We can't actually move so we need to restructure and get rid of things.
So that's it. I think six resolutions are enough to get me started. Here is to 2009!
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