My Day Book

I am wearing faded blue jeans and a cotton top, again. But today, I am wearing my newly acquired cameo pendant. I recently bought this at an auction and it is amazing. It was made in the late 1800's and has been authenticated. I would love to get the history on this, but sadly, none is available. Since I have no family to speak of and no family heirlooms passing down, I have decided to give this piece my own story.

I am still reading the book on child abuse. A good friend of my youngest has been staying with us for a week or so. Brittany was recently kicked out of her own home, for reasons I am not very clear. I know her mother personally and have found her to be a wee bit over the edge. Brittany, age 18, will be moving in with another friend and until then, we are the half-way point. Some day, I will confront this woman. She deserves to know how she really screwed up.

I am hearing the doctors talking non-stop. I really busted a bunch of work out on Saturday and today, I am awaiting Devine inspiration. I may be in for a LONG wait.

I am learning to balance myself. They say, if you want something done, ask a busy woman. Good Lord -- I'm busy enough. I would like to spend less time working and more time doing the things I love. Afterall, doesn't that make more sense?

I am hoping Dan gets a really obnoxious raise that will allow me to quit working so hard. I am self-employed and get paid on production. Therefore time=volume. I am really tired.

From the kitchen the counters and cabinets are screaming for a really good scrub down. I also need to mop, but because of my back, it is less painful for me to scrub the floor on my hands and knees. I had every intention of accomplishing this on Sunday, but I got talked into going to the company picnic. I should have stayed home.

I am creating a place where I want to spend the rest of my life.

Around the house everything is still waiting to be cleaned. The girls tried to help out yesterday while I was outside sweating with my husband's cohorts in crime. Is there anything worse than company picnics? When it's not YOUR company? I stand around smiling at everyone, looking interested and trying to remember their names from when I saw them last -- in December at the Christmas party. Pretty pointless.

Outside my window is the first day of fall. You wouldn't know it here. Summer is in full swing and won't give it up until sometime in October -- maybe.

I am still thinking about moving to Montana. Maybe I could learn to craft something really clever and sell it on Etsy. Sounds like a great new plan.

My favorite thing is still my family. The girls make me a little crazy, but honestly, isn't that their job? They are, after all, young adults and I should try to treat them as such.

Plans for this week are to get totally caught up on my desk. I am aiming to take the whole weekend off. Keeping my fingers crossed~~