Monday, July 25, 2011
one of my favorite days of the year. It's the day John and I got married. Wow, hard to imagine it's been 19 years already. As I was looking through my photos I realized John and I don't have very many photos of just us together. I've got photos with him and the kids, me and the kids, but not many of just John and I. What's up with that? Samantha and Benjamin both have cameras, plus they are always wanting to snap pictures with my camera. I think the new rule is gonna be if they want to use my camera they're gonna have to take a pictures of John and I first. We need more photos together. The photo here is the last photo I could find of us together. The date? 12/31/2009. How sad is that? Surely it hasn't been 1.5 years since the 2 of us have had a picture taken of just the 2 of us? Well, that's just not acceptable. We're gonna have to change that and I think we'll start tonight. We're planning on going out to supper to celebrate our anniversary and I think it's time John and I start sitting on the same side of the dinner table and the kids can snap a photo of us. Maybe that can be a new tradition. At least that way we're guaranteed at least 1 photo of us together each year. Yep, I like the sound of that.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I can't help but think of Fiona Apple's song "Criminal" because I've been a bad, bad girl and I'm looking for a good defense. I can't believe it's been almost 5 months since I've blogged. Bad blogger, bad. I have been so lazy lately. I haven't been blogging, or doing anything creative lately, and I really do miss it. I have to get out of this creative funk I'm in. I need to stop thinking so much and just do it. Recently I picked up my treadmill habit and as I was walking and listening to Abra Moore I was thinking... "Man, I wish I could sing, I wish I could play guitar" and the wishing continued. I wished I was good at a sport, any sport. I wished I could draw and paint. I wished I could cook and bake. And I continued to wish I could do various things. Then I realized what I was really thinking was I wished I was good at something. I wished I was good at anything. It really got me thinking and the only thing I could think of that I was really good at was my job. It was kinda depressing. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy I'm good at my job and that I have an amazing work ethic (thanks Dad!) but is it so wrong to wish I was good at something fun? Something creative. Aren't most people good at their hobbies? I've got so many hobbies and I don't think I'm good at any of them. I enjoy them, but they don't come easy. I'd like to think that's why I enjoy them, because I really have to work at them, but I'm not sure that's the case. I'll have to give this topic a bit more consideration. In the mean time, I'll be looking for something that comes easy to me, and something that I enjoy that I'm really good at. Maybe I just haven't found what I'm good at yet?