I don't know where this is headed. Doesn't even have a title.

Since 3 of the last 5 blog posts have been direct quotes from someone other than me, I suppose it's time to say a few words:

Blogging. Is. Annoying.
(and blogging about blogging is far worse.)

Honestly, I'm in a different place than I was when I started this virtual scrapbook (originally it was to document baby stuff for out-of-towners). Then it turned into a beautiful outlet for me when we were going through some especially difficult times. I had a lot to say and here's where I said it.

But since having Simon, I don't feel like I need to tell everyone everything. I'm much more internal now, if that makes sense. I keep being reminded of this verse, "And Mary kept all these things, reflecting on them in her heart." (Luke 2:19) Though so much is going on around me and within me, I have very little to say. And for now, that's how I feel it's meant to be.

I'm hoping my feelings about it all changes soon because blogging was fun and something I know my family appreciated. It was also suppose to bring me closer to a ton of other bloggers before I meet them all at The Edel Gathering this summer. I'm nervous about the level of celebrity going, and how I'll fit in, but not enough to blog, I suppose.

And so, I'm letting go of the pressure to give the 7 of you left a frequent play by play of our life. It's a chore I don't have to do, and I'm leaving it undone for the moment. I'm not signing off - not officially. Maybe the Spirit will move me to come on more often, but until then...

here's one for the road.

Where've I been?

Let's (almost) completely ignore the fact that I've been MIA (do people still say that?) for the last month and a half and get right down to business. Serious business: Verbatim. There should have been more here but we lost it all during The Great Hard Drive Crash of 2013. I'd rather not type about it or it might be more than another month and a half before you hear from me again.

Joan: [during prayers] For the sick, the poor, and the useless.

[While playing salon]
Alisha: Hello, ma'am. What kind of hair would you like?
Charlotte: Cinderella.
Alisha: Oh, where are you going?
Charlotte: To the museum.
Alisha: Fun! What kind? Science? Art museum? Children's museum?
Charlotte: The science museum.
Alisha: What are you going to learn about?
Charlotte: Art.

Joan: [during prayers] For the snow in Ohio to calm down and not be so big and that the people won't get stuck in a blister.

Alisha: Charlotte, please stop screaming.
Charlotte: But it's funny.
Alisha: No, honey - it's loud.
Charlotte: But people laugh when I scream.
Alisha: Like who?
Charlotte: Carley.
Alisha: She doesn't count.
Charlotte: Why?
Alisha: She's not real.