Johnny
Three kiddos
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
First Day of School
First day of school pictures. My amazing kids are ready! I can't believe they are mine. What did I do to receive these gifs? What a job I have to keep them safe and healthy and yet, they seem to be under God's wing all the time. What miracles!
Johnny
Three kiddos
Johnny
Three kiddos
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Audience?
Are there college courses on how to write a blog?
I still feel like I'm taking to a group, an unknown group, but still just journaling to myself. If I had an audience would I be willing to type what I'm about to type?
Ha! Caught you. You thought this was going to be really revealing... a secret. So exciting.
I don't even think my husband will read this blog. These secrets are my own, for now. I guess, each new blogger has felt this way. Each new author likely dreams of who their target audience is, and writes accordingly. Again, I feel I'm writing to myself.
If I'm truly journaling, does my life amount to anything? Is anything I do all day worthwhile?
I didn't make love to my dear husband this morning, although we probably should have. I nursed my sweet baby. I helped out a friend. I visited with my Dad just for a wee bit. I had my children make their own lunches, peanut butter and jellies. At least the bread was whole wheat and the jelly homemade from strawberries we picked ourselves last summer. I made chili for my Texan, beans and asparagus because if I didn't make them they'd go bad, and brownies for the cub scout meeting at 4pm. I ran to the basement and made one more leap in organizing all the clothes I've been saving just in case we have another child. How did they get unorganized? Good question. I think I'm a Dump and come back to it type. The trouble is, there isn't always more time on the other side of the time continuum. I'll get to that later... when is later?
I still feel like I'm taking to a group, an unknown group, but still just journaling to myself. If I had an audience would I be willing to type what I'm about to type?
Ha! Caught you. You thought this was going to be really revealing... a secret. So exciting.
I don't even think my husband will read this blog. These secrets are my own, for now. I guess, each new blogger has felt this way. Each new author likely dreams of who their target audience is, and writes accordingly. Again, I feel I'm writing to myself.
If I'm truly journaling, does my life amount to anything? Is anything I do all day worthwhile?
I didn't make love to my dear husband this morning, although we probably should have. I nursed my sweet baby. I helped out a friend. I visited with my Dad just for a wee bit. I had my children make their own lunches, peanut butter and jellies. At least the bread was whole wheat and the jelly homemade from strawberries we picked ourselves last summer. I made chili for my Texan, beans and asparagus because if I didn't make them they'd go bad, and brownies for the cub scout meeting at 4pm. I ran to the basement and made one more leap in organizing all the clothes I've been saving just in case we have another child. How did they get unorganized? Good question. I think I'm a Dump and come back to it type. The trouble is, there isn't always more time on the other side of the time continuum. I'll get to that later... when is later?
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