In true facebook form... Meghan is:

weirdly wired in a passive way... that I can't figure out what is fully behind it... so I'm to wound up for bed, but still tired, but don't have a definite train of thought as to why the aforementioned is occuring... strangeness.

In other news glee was not at its best tonight... sadness...

lack of thought creates thought

so after I fumed all day at not having a blogging episode of great in the last few days, I have been rattling all sorts of things off in this head of mine ever since...

you know what I despise? the little puddles of water that hide in the tiniest of a ridge or lip or whatnot on the dishes in the dishwasher.. there you are, being the good little housecleaner when out of now where.. cold wet water splatters off the top of a mug that up until this very moment you were convinced was flat-bottomed... so maybe despised isn't the right word... it think its somewhere more between "you've got to be kidding me" and "no really, is that necessary?" yes.. that is where it fits.

you know what I do enjoy about a good kitchen? And trust me, mine isn't state of the art so almost any kitchen can qualify... the light over the stove.. exhaust fan, so so, light = kitchen love... and tonight, mine blew in my face and of course, we have no replacement bulbs, so I'm in disagreement with my light at this moment and cooking in the dark is no fun...

you know what else is on  my list of non-favorite kitchen experiences? the dish with the varying boiling point..that's right.. the one where its a boiling mass of molten lava or it won't even break a simmer.. or better yet.. it goes from no simmer to massive boil over of molten smelly lava on the burner... it does it on purpose.. if you think i'm kidding, throw some cream of chicken soup in with some water and see what happens...

along this same line of experience in spaghetti sauce, which is probably the inspiration behind this entire rambling and is cooking on my stove as I type this... you've got to get a good boil to get your paste into a thickening agent but not so hard that it never (cue rotini boiling over on the stove) recovers and thickens... and then you have watery, runny sauce which is no fun and beats all odds since you didn't even add a whole 1/2 cup of water to begin with.... here we are back to the YGTBKM/NRW frameset... and a whole 5 bonus points to whoever figures out what those initials stand for without scrolling to the top paragraph.. first to claim takes all...


in other news.... I also think ad valorum taxes are a pain in my budget... and I mean that with all sincerity.

uninspired

I've been less than inspired here lately so its been a while since I've been back... granted, funny stuff happened, but none of it in blog-worthy format...

but I hated to leave you hanging, all two of you that is, and thought that simply starting to blog would unleash a fount of witty ramblings that make us all smile... unfortunately, not so much... instead, meaningless ramblings that don't even resemble humor... oh well, can't be a winner every time. hahaha

I did however re-discover why I don't make the library a regular pit stop in my routine... books suck me in... always have, always will... so much so, that over the weekend, I started reading the one Mama had checked out while she wasn't reading it although she was in the middle of it, and I read 133 pages in a few hours... I also read fast... but anywho, she brought it to me yesterday so I could finish it because she knows what a book junkie I am... so what did I do? I stayed up until 12:45 in the morning finishing the book... 40 more chapters of book... it was like crack cocaine, I couldn't put it down and wait until the next day to finish it... I had to just keep reading until it was completely finished...as if the story and the characters weren't going to be as entertaining tomorrow(today)... and thus, I remembered why I stopped keeping books on hand... I'm too much of an addict to be useful in their presence.

A Southern Sweetie

I'm pretty sure its a southern thing to talk to any and every child who is under the age of 2 who passes you in any setting... but none the less, even this ritual of Southern society has its quirks... and lets face, we've all pulled out the cutesy baby voice at least once in our life at a child who we didn't know in the arms or stroller or carrier of an adult we didn't know...

Quirk 1: The overachiever talker: You've all seen her in action, she goes over and beyond talking about the cuteness of a child who is cute, but isn't the cutest child in whole world... its obvious when she says "and what cute shoes you have" regarding a pair of black leather hightops on an 18 month old girl.. I mean, I'm just sayin' there is a line where the cute babble becomes straight cute lies... and that is one.

Quirk 2: The unidentifiable child: You've done it... read the verbal cues of color and dress and yet, despite the blue stroller, and lack of hairbow, its a girl.. and you call the child a "handsome thing" to which the adult who accompanies sometimes says "its a girl"... or even worse, the bestower of cute asks "is it a boy or girl" which I think may possibly be even worse than getting it wrong... and don't think just asking "what's your name?" will always clear up the issue.. even though, I admit,this is my Southern sweetie way of trying to figure it out without being a quirk.

Quirk 3: The comparison child: As a way to mark your Southern sweetness as such, and not creepy weird person who talks to random children, you begin talking to the adult about the likeness of this child to yours... new mamas are especially guilty of this because lets face it, we love our kids and think every child has some point of comparison or contast to them

Quirk 4: The snatcher: guilty as charged, I get it from my mother, these Bestowers of cuteness approach child love to a whole new level... asking to hold, or better yet, asking while reaching to hold... the child who've they do not know from the adult they do not know in a public arena. I'm just saying... we know who we are.

you know what I love about Georgians?

 And this is not to make light of the flooding situation... but its simply my thought process as a born and bred Georgian...

Our entire life shuts down for 1/2 inch of snow and ice... but when the flood hits, we're out in our waders, taking pictures and saying, "That water can't be more than a foot deep on that road, this truck is heavy, we'll be fine"... or, like I was, kneeboarding behind a fourwheeler at the age of 8 once the rain stopped but the ditches were still full.

I'm just sayin'...

good little girl

So I've been a good little girl and cut my internet time at work down... but I'm not back to gripe on a subject I've already covered... I just wanted to say, that it really cramps my blogging style...

turns out, most of my random thoughts occur during mini-mental-breaks of the workday... but alas, I'll channel them into night time blogging...

my funniest thought of the day, which will probably get me arrested if it ever comes true, but lets face it, I'm not capable of committing such, and glad to be that way...

my boss is Earl... and the only song I know with Earl in it... Earl Had To Die... circa Dixie Chicks in their prime...

seriously, I almost fell on the floor when the thought hit me today... but, not because I want him to die, but just because I hadn't thought of that song in a long time... and that brought back memories of it being performed at a high school talent show and a certain senior being wrapped in blue tarp and drug across the high school auditorium stage... It was sheer and instant transportation to Dixie Chicks hayday.... and sometimes, life just doesn't get much better than that.

I also read a hilarious post by Crazy Texas Mommy who I don't know but am blog-dicted to her... which resulted in getting the crazy stare from those who walked by my office while my hands covered my face and I shook uncontrolably.. seriously, she cracks me up.

now I'm that mother

last night I had my first "i'm-the-jerk-mother-who-can't-control-their-toddler-from-making-too-much noise-and-squirming-everywhere-and-not-staying-in-their-chair-while-everyone-else-tries-to-smile-it-off-in-the-restaurant"

and let's be honest, I really don't want to talk about it...

so we politely got ours to go and headed home.

swellin'

no seriously, the Dollar General in Fort Gaines is my new favorite store... I mean, it doesn't even look like a Dollar General and they have the cutest decorations ever...


and in other news, Michael tried to drown me in 3 foot swells on the lake yesterday... after he threw 3 gallons of water into the wind which blew it straight back in our faces...

selfish is me

I just got a Holy humbling which I have so needed... here I am griping about things that don't even matter... don't even count for anything.... and yet, there are others, just fighting to survive.

Please lift up my friends, Raymond & Kelley, and their family. For more information on their story, send me an email and I'll be more than happy to share.

And just be thankful.

I know I've never thought as much about how blessed it is to have a full-term birth.

What an amazing story of their love, and their little fighter.

no really, I know y'all are out there... leave me some comments.. I'm feeling unloved

and yes that is my cyber-insecurity speaking... let it be.

snot snatcher

If you are a mommy, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about, but if not, my description should clue you in...

you know those suction bulbs you get to clean out baby noses? Well, Sha Sha, Hayley's sitter, calls them a snot snatcher... and I think thats a phenom name... and it doesn't hurt that it grosses Mikie out.

Whats even better is that Hayley, who despised it in December, now also thinks highly of it, so we're doing some serious snot snatching... I just hope it doesn't incline her to sticking other things up her nose... hmmmmmmmmm

and strike two

So my IT guy of a hubby just spent 7 minutes telling me why I should be glad that I even have 30 minutes because most places don't have that and all the network/system reasons why internet monitoring is so important to IT...

but I still want to be selfish about it... I'm trying not to.. but still.

IT to the Rescue

So our IT guy came around today with memos regarding internet use, time limits, rules about content, etc. etc. etc. and I think he may have dropped "the tone" on me when handing mine over, so I'm trying to cut back on my internet usage at work...just in case it was "the tone"

I mean, I do have several daily addictions that I check out at various times of the day which exceed the 30 minutes of personal time that the memo mandates, so I'll have to speed up even my speed-reading.... but enough about that.

As such, I'll be trying to blog from home which may or may not be as successful as before. I totally understand internet usage policies and am totally for them because, from an HR standpoint, its one less battle to fight. But at the same time, the generation x or y or whatever I am, comes out in me and says "hey, listen, I may spend more than 30 minutes doing non-work related internet things, but none of it is illegal or immoral and I'm still getting everything (and some extra, most days) that is assigned to me (or that I take on of my own accord) done, so, you know, cut a junkie some slack."

oooohhhhh nnnnnnnnnooooooooooo

I'm starving.. have an hour left of work and only 28 cents in my entire bag, desk and vehicle combined....


I've got to get a better allowance.

family ties

Now, we've all established that my family sees a lot of each other... and not just the immediates... so as part of that a localized discussion has begun about adding an additional all-inclusive get together for the family around thanksgiving... and it goes something like this:

About 2 weeks ago, massive email letter: Everyone plan on being here at this time and date so that we all can see each other and the few of us who are sober can enjoy the time with those of us who can't be sober at family gatherings or else the insanity becomes obvious.. no I'm kidding, but we do have family that has fought out of addiction and now has to bypass other family events because there are members there who are working on getting deeper in addiction... still not nice so lets revise again... we have people who like booze and family together... and we have people who can't have booze... so we've decided to have a booze-free day so all can enjoy... and the booze free day is going to be around Thanksgiving. Now that I've spent entirely too much time on that... flash forward to this week:

I receive this email: What are your thoughts about this? Since we are going to Bigdaddy's Sat after Thanksgiving let's not get together Thanksgivng Day.
In which the following occurs: Are you insane? I am SOOO not sharing the dumplings and rice krispies! what the c--- (edited because my mom can't stand this word and I've already used my disclaimer for the week)...i cant get off the day after thanksgiving...only the biggest shopping day ever. thanksgiving day is a must. Lol....That was kinda my response too! But I didn't send anything back

So without naming names, though I completely fess up to being the one who isn't willing to share.. but basically, despite the fact that all of these responses came from the 2nd generations... and despite the fact that this calls for two family gatherings in one week, we are much to selfish with our food to share...

... and lets be honest here... the food is never good at massive get-togethers, its either cold or funky or just plain out bad... even though separately we can cook something up... so you end up going home hungry and disgruntled that your even your favorites had sucumb to the family feast mediocrity...

so I get to talking to Mama today and get the 1st generation scoop from her... and its equal hilarity

evidently, we are all the little-old-ladies-who-give-dirty-looks-and-make-the-guest-speaker-sit-elsewhere-because-they-are-in-our-pew and didn't know it!

update:
phone rings
Ma: instantly Now I'm need to make one of them things myself
Me: wait wait wait
Ma: giggling In Microsoft word and I have one page and I want it to be 4 to a page like hers
Me: wait wait wait.. you want to what?
Ma: more laughterNow I gotta do that, send something that will print 4 to a page but I only have one page of it
Me: ok, so you maybe should... no, wait... you should go in and set it like a postcard... we walk through the steps
Ma: But that only gives me two blocks not 4
Me: you don't have 4 blanks on your page?
Ma: No, I only have 2
Me: what? wait a second...
Ma: No, I got this, I'll just make 4 pages of it...
Me: the same thing on 4 pages? 5 lines is all?
Ma: yea, that's what she did
Me: sounding doubtful if that's how you want to do it
Ma: I got this
Me: you do?
Ma: don't talk to me like you don't think its the best way
Me: weellll...
Ma: as long as the ends match the mean or the mean matches the end or whatever I'm trying to say there.. it'll be fine
Me: if you say so
Ma: laughing hysterically
Ma: I could be crazy as insert anonomous name for their own protection... wouldn't that be bad?

no seriously, this is why I love her.

And that's a wrap

Our weekend flew by but it was much fun... although 6 1/2 hours in a canoe will teach you just how out of shape you really are... I mean really.

So its been a full-blown Monday in my little corner of the world.. and from what I can tell, its really been a Monday for mama...

here's our conversation from earlier

Ma: so this girl emailed me something and she says I'm supposed to print 4 pages in 1 and I did what she said about File, Print but I'm getting 4 copies of 1 page
Me: um ok...
Ma: I mean .. she wants 4 pages on 1 page... can you tell me how?
Me: What program are you in? starts listing...
Ma: It says Microsoft Powerpoint
Me: ok, we can manage this.. File, Print... then look on the left and it gives you an option to "pring what"
Ma: wait, I'm not there...... ok.... File, Print, OOH, I see it
Me: Now select handout and 4
Ma: ok, got it

10 minutes later, phones back

Ma: So I wasn't really paying attention because I was doing something else... how do I do this? I just went to File and Print but its not there...
Me: Are you in the same program?
Ma: ummmm... it says Microsoft Word starts snickering
Me: OK... so go to File, Print
Ma: wait, I'm not there
Me: see! you are still not paying attention
Ma: starts giggling
Me: now on the bottom right it says "zoom" and there is a drop down box
Ma: I don't see that... I don't have that choice
Me: ok... do you see "print what"
Ma: yes
Me: ok, look to the right and what do you see
Ma: giggling again ZOOM
Me: ok, now choose 4 to 1
Ma: ok I got it, I got it... Its just been a Monday


See that is what I love about Mondays, not that my mother, who is really getting much more computer saavy loses her mind, but that no matter who you are where you are what you do, all someone has to say is "Its a Monday" and no futher questions or explanations needed.

its got to be the only good thing about Mondays... am I right??

P.S. If you live close to our hometown, there is a great study that started yesterday called "Staying In Love" led by Andy Stanley hosted by FUMC... its from 6p - 7p and is based on this: "Falling in Love is Easy...But Can Two People Really Stay in Love Forever?"Childcare provided.. and you can watch this weeks session online at http://www.northpoint.org/, choose "Messages" and then look for the series so you won't be "behind". Disclaimer: I haven't done this myself but those were the instructions given to me... please let me know if I need to change them. Also, there were 35 couples there last night so you can totally slip in this week and you won't be the only one there! And odds are out of 35 couples you'll know somebody so no chickening out!

Office Bathrooms

So the worst part of any place is a public bathroom... at work, I have managed to avoid these by using an employee only bathroom... which is certainly a step up in the world... however, an office bathroom also presents a few downsides, two of which I've experienced in the last few weeks, which is disturbing enough because prior to these experiences the past year of office bathrooms hasn't presented any problems...

I think that the worst part of sharing an employee bathroom with only a few other employees is that when something unpleasant happens.. you know know that its someone you know... so now you can't really look at any of those people without the public bathroom shiver spiralling through you... and you just want to wash your hands everytime you get any paperwork or touch their office supplies....

so maybe select office bathrooms aren't as reassuring as I first thought...

and while we're talking potty mouth, Michael made this joke yesterday...

DISCLAIMER: If you are my mother, or are telling this to my mother, you must warn her of the impending use of the "C" word

setting: browsing the baby section at target, Michael, Hayley, Courtney and Me and arrive on the potty chair/diaper genie/general bath supplies aisle...

Me to Michael: Did find her (hayley) a potty chair?
Me to Courtney: That's what she's getting for Christmas
Michael: No, but its going to be a crappy gift

ah sookie, somebody let the crazy out of the bag

Don't stop.. believing...

So if you're my facebook friend you already know I'm hooked on FOX's new show, gLee... and yes, that capital L is the Loser L on the Forehead, just in case you aren't in the know...

Its basically about the school misfits coming together to form a show choir as part of "Glee Club" and is your basic high school settting cool kids vs. outsiders production.. but, it involves really good music (always a plus)... an entertaining villian.. and a nutzo wife who is hateable.. all the makings of quality entertainment I'm sure... which brings me to my ramblings today... why, in tv and movies, do cheerleaders wear their uniforms to school everyday? This is the most random thing ever, but is a media precendent for establishing who is cool and who isn't.. obviously... my one complaint, isn't really a complaint but really more a tiny bit of disappointment, but their "Push It" debut last night was a little much... which I'm pretty conservative with what I think is appropriate for tv watchers to see (so obviously, we don't watch much tv at our house because there aren't a lot of options left) and it was a little over the top... i'm just sayin'... but overall the show is a hit, even though it earns me the Loser L from Michael every commercial break.. but what can I say? I must have a little Early Arrivals Show Choir still left in me somewhere

in other facebook related news, I alerted you by status that I was back to blogging... so welcome back if you've been here before, if not, welcome for the first time, and if you have a blog, send me the link so we can be blogging friends and I can stalk your blogs along with my other daily addictions.

In a totally different direction, I had this really random dream last night... this couple that we know, who don't live in Blakely, were spending the night at our house for like a week, because something was going on and they couldn't stay anywhere else or something like that... so they're all crashed up in hayley's room, and I don't know where Hayley is sleeping because she is in the dream in other parts so she's around..but anyway, its the middle of the night and for some reason michael and hayley and I are walking around in the backyard when my dad pulls up and drives his truck into our backdoor, and is like knocking with the truck, not driving through the doors... and so we finally get his attention and he says something that I can't remember now and then it flashes back to inside the house and there are some more people over and the same couple is there and the wife of the couple starts saying "I can't believe you raise a baby in this filth.. this house is filthy and disgusting..." and I'm all, thinking in my head in the dream, "clean it yourself if you can do better jerk" but being the nice little hostess I say something about "well, we didn't get a chance to super clean it before you got here since we were out of town and blah blah blah..." but in my head in my dream I'm totally going "you ungrateful meanie... I'm letting you stay in my house and we aren't even close friends and you have the nerve to comment on it" but I let it slide and then the next day I come in from work and (yes, it was a prolonged dream sequence) the wife is sitting on my couch, just out of the shower, and goes "You need to clean this, this and this so that I can do blah blah blah" and then I woke up. So weird. So, just for the record, if you come to my house and say something about it being filthy, I already have a chip on my shoulder so look out!

Rollin'

Its payroll day here at HACC so like a good little payroll worker I should be entering all the time for the last of the 4 facilties.. that's right I already got the first 3 done by lunch, booyah, I'm just sayin... but like a good little cyber junkie whose eyes are blurred from too much type and comparision, I'm taking a mental break to update my one follower on life inside HR at HACC... for some reason, using initials makes me happy.. obviously... maybe I'll name my next kid in initials... but not l.m.n.o.p. or anything like that... haha.. out of control, I know.

anywho, my 400 pictures I ordered to catch up from April of Hayley arrived yesterday.. and don't mock me for taking so many, really, that's less than half of what I take.. so there... but focusing back in, so I spent a good 15 minutes sorting out duplicates, that's right, I order enough for 6 other family sets plus mine each time, because I'm now one of those mommies who thrust their child's photo into every hand that seems outstretched... I lie, they've all requested the pictures... maybe not directly, but they have... I was the genius who decided to upload to walmart (9 cent prints with home delivery, unbeatable!) but now, my family, whom I love dearestly (because that's a word and all), has evidently decided that despite the fact that this gives them ample time to browse and select their own photos, that it is, in essence, still much more convienent to get me to order for them... and I do.. because that's what mommies do.

but I digress from rambling, as always...

I'm thinking about uploading my monthly Clearwater writing to here... but that means I gotta remember to do that from home...which is in most cases fairly unlikely, but maybe I'll figure a system out after all.

I also got this really great dress for some upcoming weddings, total change in direction I know, and now I've got to get shoes to match.. so if you see some bronze or gold strappy sandals with a less than stileto heel, gimmie a holla... we all know how much I hate shopping, and how bad I am at it, so I need all the help I can gather! : )

Dentist....

I do hate the dentist... actually, not my dentist... cause Dr. Jay is in/out in5 minutes with just a brief check in, no poking or prodding.. and I actually love my Ollie, my hygeinist (because I'm not even going to pretend to know how to spell that right on the first try) and her real name is Mrs. Olivia, but her granddaughter calls her Ollie and I think its the cutest thing ever so now I've decided to call her that... even without asking her permission.

But to my original train of thought... I hate going to the dentist.. and its mostly because of the noise... I hate hearing the scraper and scrubber thingy... my favorite part is the water rinse, but of course, thats only 10 seconds of bliss... but really, I shouldn't complain because the whole ordeal takes less than 30 minutes so really, I'm not that bad off... but its just one of those things that is preprogrammed in me to complain about... so now I have.

Hayley Girl On The Sand

Cookie Thief

So my 13-month-old figured out how to get in the Chips Ahoy this weekend.. not all too surprising since she is my own flesh and blood... but then, I asked if I could have one and she told me NO! Actually, she looked me dead in the face and shook her head NO... something we've been trying to teach her for weeks... well, that *nods head* means yes and *shakes head* means no... but evidently, only NO is compatible with the 13-month old brain...

so as if I haven't learned my lesson...

we're playing nicely in the floor last night and she's "cooking" with a sand bucket and shovel and smacking.. yes, she smackes and yes, its hilarious... and so Michael asks for some, and she shares.. and mixes some more and then gives me some.. and this continues for a good 5 minutes or so, because we're first parents with an only child so we think nothing of acting like complete fools for extended periods of time... so I reach down for my shovel-full for the 10th time or so.. and she looks me dead in the eye and WACKS me in the head with the shovel, pulling it away just before I can eat off it... and then proceeds to cackle at me.

I'm think I'm starting to learn though... if she makes direct eye contact, something that is no good is about to go down.

am I really blonde after all?

So I was laying in bed... is it laying or lying? I always overthink it and end up with the wrong one.. anyway, as I was snuggling in under the covers and doing my end of day check list I got to thinking about one of my cousins that I spent some time laughing with this past weekend and realized, for the first time, that all 8 of us cousins have nicknames... and I thought, how strange that I haven't noticed this before... after all, I'm in the middle so they've been in place before and after me and the youngest of us is now 18.. so thats a minimum of 18 maximum of 29 years of nicknames that I totally didn't recognize until this very moment.


I think I may be blonde after all... but it was this stunning revelation that kept me up for a good 15 minutes as I pondered if there were other nickname family groups that I had bypassed their collective embrace of nicknames.. I mean really, if I missed this on for the past 24 years surely there are more... I even pondered getting up to ask this cousin and the aunts who are now getting hip and joining the cyberworld if this was a deliberate action or simply the result of many many many years of multiple family gatherings... we now see each other for 4 major holidays and 1 annual gathering every 12 months.... and who is responsible for the original penning of the nicknames?

So now I'm on a mission to try and figure it out.. but knowing my family as I do.. I predict that there was no deliberate nature in the nicknames and that no one can remember who called who that name first... but maybe I'll be suprised.

And now, here I am going on and on about this set of nicknames which I am sure you are now thinking must be a great collection of nicknames to be so clever as to go unnoticed as a nickname.. and I further realize that only 2 nickname currently in use isn't some derivitive of our given names... this extends to 3 if you now include my daughter... although, I do think originally there was a third... so lets run through...

April - Doodle (this one I've got to get the full story on... one of my aunts also calls her "doo" so her nickname even has a nickname.

Patrick - He used to be Little Man if I remember correctly, but now its just Pat, so he actually has evolved his nickname

Alana - Lana Gail, take a letter of the first name and add the middle, and I think this may have come from her mother, but I haven't polled around yet, because I know I hear her say that

Me - Meg, not a stretch for a nickname here, just drop the last 3 letters of the given

Mischa - Misch, also sometimes doubled up, misch-misch.. drop one letter and you're good to go.. although I can't remember how many people double the calling

Clayton - Bubba, which I think actually came from his mom and his little sister, although he also is called Clayton Britt, which is his given name, so he's another one sneaking in the double-nicks

Brett - BA is the most common, which is just taking his first and middle initial.. I think his mom also calls him brett alan (his given name again) and maybe one of the other aunts does as well...hmmm

Courtney - Court Court... I know one aunt is most common in the doubling factor but I think her mom doubles up too... this is just a dropping of the last 3, but I think most of the cousins only use one court...

So there we be.. nicknames and all.... interesting.

follower, part dos

I'm also hopelessly addicted to browsing cake and decorating websites (charm city cakes I'm stalking you and am disappointed that there aren't as many cake photos on your site as I expected) as well as photography sites and blogs (check out charm city cakes links page for some great sites for both options...thats where my addiction truly engaged itself... I mean really, I should probably get therapy about it.

follower

so I've gotten hooked on the "Blogs I'm Following" aspect of blogger much in the same way one gets addicted to facebook, or at least, to the way facebook used to be, when it actually updated you on legitimate changes or actions to your friends pages, not just that they are now subscribed to the 15th million application that has no bearing on real life... and I'm in a total daze because only one of my shameless addiction blogs has updated today... I mean, come on, I totally stink at monthly updates much less daily, but I'm an addict here... help a sister out! : )

p.s. I'm trying to speak more truth in my life.... and it makes me feel better.

I also am getting up earlier in the morning per Michael's genius... and as much as I hate that I don't hate it... I don't hate it... it does make the day a bit better and me a bit less bitter... although I would kill, or at least come close to thinking, but not really ever actually if you know what I'm saying and all, to get to spend until 9 a.m. in bed just one morning... followed by at least 2 hours of nothingness on the sofa... but there's no rest for the mommyhood.

A verse for thought

Hosea 10:12

Sow for yourselves according to righteousness (uprightness and right standing with God); reap according to mercy and loving-kindness. Break up your uncultivated ground, for it is time to seek the Lord, to inquire for and of Him, and to require His favor, till He comes and teaches you righteousness and rains His righteous gift of salvation upon you.

I got this verse in an email this week, and while I haven't decided which translation fits it best... its a verse to change your life... Live in righteousness, break up the unbroken ground and seek the Lord until He comes to you.

To get out. That would be nice.