So...
So, I posted last on August 4 along with the comment that said something to the tune of "as if I needed one more thing to keep up with…" Sounds about right as I haven't posted in 8 months.
I often try to think of my future "Julie and Julia" Project. Ha. Why be a copycat? Why not? I'm certainly not looking for fame or even readers for that matter. I've always loved writing, but haven't ever really had the time to do such things (I mean, obviously).
I'm thought about trying to be the "poster working mom" all pinteresty and stuff…and then blogging about that whole experience, read:debacle waiting to happen. I'm rather tempted.
I love to cook, craft, sing, read, raise my children, and work (most days). The list of things I want to do is unreal. I would have to retire about 10 years before I even started working in order to fulfill my list of shit that I want to do.
I'm home alone for the week with my girls while my husband is off galavanting with his perpetual bachelor buddy down in the warm south. So naturally, I went into supermom mode (well, more like daydreaming about being in supermom mode). I have a problem with follow through as demonstrated with this blog.
Who knows. Maybe I'll purposefully start trying to be supermom/super choir teacher and blog about it and my gross misfortunes thinking that it would be a great idea.
Then I'll get a reality check…8 months later and realize nothing happened, ha ha.
Check back in 8 months. That's when I'll remember that I have this thing.
I often try to think of my future "Julie and Julia" Project. Ha. Why be a copycat? Why not? I'm certainly not looking for fame or even readers for that matter. I've always loved writing, but haven't ever really had the time to do such things (I mean, obviously).
I'm thought about trying to be the "poster working mom" all pinteresty and stuff…and then blogging about that whole experience, read:debacle waiting to happen. I'm rather tempted.
I love to cook, craft, sing, read, raise my children, and work (most days). The list of things I want to do is unreal. I would have to retire about 10 years before I even started working in order to fulfill my list of shit that I want to do.
I'm home alone for the week with my girls while my husband is off galavanting with his perpetual bachelor buddy down in the warm south. So naturally, I went into supermom mode (well, more like daydreaming about being in supermom mode). I have a problem with follow through as demonstrated with this blog.
Who knows. Maybe I'll purposefully start trying to be supermom/super choir teacher and blog about it and my gross misfortunes thinking that it would be a great idea.
Then I'll get a reality check…8 months later and realize nothing happened, ha ha.
Check back in 8 months. That's when I'll remember that I have this thing.
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