Blog-crastination

You know, a blog sounded like a good idea at the time. Especially for someone who likes to write. Or at least someone who thinks about what I'd write if I took the time to pen the multitude of words rattling around in my brain.

I'm inspired daily by friends who are quick with the social commentary, whose lives are one insightful moment after another, who take the time to be creative on a daily basis and share the bounty with others. And I wanted to be another cool blogger, moving my little world forward one entry at a time.

But I've let the blog become another checkmark on the daily task list. It wasn't supposed to be a chore! But the writer in me refuses to let it all loose, instead thinking I have to pen the perfect essay on life as I see it. Get the words exactly right. Find the hidden meaning in the daily happenstances of a crazy life. And sound somewhat intelligent in the process.

Bah, humbug. Life is moving on, and I'm not documenting it.

And so I've updated a little. Okay, a lot. Changed the dates to protect the tardy. Fudged it up so that you, the few readers of my little blog, might have some semblance of what's been happening in our corner of the world. I'll be adding a couple more new ones in the next day or two. It's like a game--seek and ye shall find! Enjoy!

Me and my Valentine

Yes, it's that one time of the year that David puts on his dancing shoes and boogies down with me. Must be the annual Elders' Quorum Valentine's Dinner Dance!

Good food, great friends, awesome music, and oh yeah, David's in charge AGAIN! (Which means I get to go early, cook a lot, and stay late to clean up too...)

But if it weren't for this annual event, I (along with many women in our ward) wouldn't get the chance to prove that yes, at one point in my life, I did learn how to ballroom dance. And I still remember how to shake my groove thing.

I'm glad you're my Valentine, David! U R 2 CUTE! I love you!