Right Now:

Ella's at the table coloring.
The laundry is sitting on my bed waiting to be folded.
I'm waiting for it to fold itself.
The towels are still in the dryer.
Baby-Lou is sleeping peacefully.
Rico's sitting in a box begging to be scooted to Japan.
Tom is still at work.
Dinner has yet to be made.

Oops! Scratch the bit about Louie sleeping.
Time's up.



I use this blog as a bit of a sounding board. Somewhere to bounce my ideas into space. I can be boring, witty, sarcastic, funny, snarky; whatever I want. I can talk about kids, siblings, church, books, recipes; whatever I want. But mostly I can get the words out of me and into the mysterious beyond.

For the last month I've been running with a partner. This is new to me, and I find this thrice-weekly conversation is taking my ideas and making this blog redundant in purpose. While talking has a much smaller audience, once it's off my chest I don't feel the pressing urge to record my thoughts/feelings/rants/ideas here.

I wasn't sure how I would feel about running with a partner. As I'm a fairly new runner, I'm still self-conscious about my pace and worried I would slow her down. {Not the case.} While I like to talk, I wouldn't say I'm a great conversationalist, especially with someone I don't know super well, and I wondered what we'd find to talk about. {Not a problem.} I was intimidated by her put-together-ness, and was nervous that she would find me boring and uninteresting. {Though I can't say for sure, does not appear to be an issue.} But also, running was my alone time, and I wasn't sure I wanted to give that up. {I'm loving it.}

But for all of that, my blog is the one suffering. Besides having another outlet, I think my running time was my blog brainstorm time. That was when posts would form in my head, titles would volunteer themselves, and topics would appear. So, if you find my blog lacking, my humor flat, or my posts infrequent, you can blame my running partner.



I think I have an addictive personality.

Meaning that I'm one of those people who are easily addicted to things, not that people get addicted to me.

It's probably a good thing that I don't drink, or I would be an alcoholic.

For me, it seems like everything is either all or nothing. If I'm reading novels, I read multiple books a week. When I index, I do batch after batch after batch. When I get into family history, my housework goes to pot. And if I'm eating sugar... well, I think you get the picture.

Luckily, it's not that I have a hard time quitting, it just that I haven't figured out that whole moderation thing.

Going a month without dessert was easier than I would ever had imagined, but now that I am done with that, I find myself right back in my same habits. I tend to graze through the afternoon, and sugar is my favorite. A handful of chocolate chips here, a slice of banana bread there. Unfortunately, it all adds up. Add dessert a couple of times a week and it's not a pretty picture.

So, once again, I have decided that some action is necessary. And so I will be participating in this. You're welcome to join (by tomorrow).

I'll let you know how it goes.