Yesterday was okay. It wasn't great or fabulous...just fine.
Then lunchtime came and my overwhelming need for Spaghettios ended with a shattered ceramic bowl on the floor and Spaghettios EVERYWHERE.
In addition, I stood up straight and slammed my head into the microwave door, which I'd left open after dropping my bowl.
F-Word City.
I don't journal or blog, normally. I tried to blog on "livejournal" years ago. Drama insued.
I tried on "Myspace". Drama insued.
So, I know very few on Blogger. Let's see if drama can stay where drama belongs?
I have no idea who reads these, if anyone. There will be wretched honesty here, because this blog is for me. Or for me and God. It's a chance to watch growth or change that I would not normally see.
Also, my thoughts go rampant, this might help me keep things in order.
I am allowing myself to post anything I want without risking my reputation, integrity or sanity. I will be nakedly truthful if necessary.
Right now I'm nervous b/c I know this isn't a "safe" place.
But with a precious husband and daughter at home, I just don't have time to write with a pen and paper.
More later.
Me.
