so....

Most people that know me know that when I start a story with the word "so..." it generally means something funny is coming. I can't always promise that on this blog. I've never done this before. Life, Love, and Kids... generally funny topics, though not always- of course, that might depend entirely on your perspective. Mine is usually pretty positive. I guess we'll see.

Speaking generally, life is good. There are a few struggles, a few triumphs, and lots of laughs... I find myself sometimes frustrated with things that make no sense. Like the simple fact that you have to clean out the lint filter in the dryer or the next load of clothes takes longer to dry. Washing silverware. The fact that I have been trying to lose 30 pounds for the last 18 months. I could've lost it about three times by now if I would just discipline myself to do things the right way. But... I find myself frustrated with a lot of things lately. That's part of the reason I'm doing this. I've got to find someway to let some of this go. I don't care if no one ever reads this, I'm doing this because I need to find some time to let things out. Stress is starting to weigh on me. And I'm ready to take better care of myself. So... I plan to talk about things that fall under the heading of "Life". I want to lose 30 pounds by my birthday in a little over four months- I can do it and just by putting it down and answering to it, I am believing I will find success.

Love is better. I love my husband. I love my kids. I love Jesus so much. I love it when I write songs that make me cry. I love it when my kids give me "sucker-slobber" kisses. The ones where you can tell what flavor sucker they had from the bank. I love it when thunderstorms roll in and I love it when it's sunny and I can lay out and tan myself. ( I know- totally not good for me, but I can't find it within myself to stop!!) I love baking and cooking with my sons. I love it when my husband holds me and it's late at night after the kids are in bed and we can talk about anything or nothing.

Kids are...hilarious. Usually. I won't say I've never wanted to get a giant velcro wall with tiny little velcro suits so I could immobilize them from time to time, but I've never actually done it. Probably wouldn't, even if I had the chance. The ER staff at our local hospital is coming to know us well-- it's bad when you take your 3 year old in and you know that the technical, medical terminology for the "reason for visit" is "foreign body lodged in nasal cavity." He's put bean bag beans, raisins, a bead, and toilet paper up his nose recently. That's not even counting the things that were long enough to get out on my own. Things like crayons, drinking straws, and little green army men. My other children never attempted this... it's an absolute mystery to me. The last time we were at the ER (it was for the bead), the "dislodging" of the "foreign body" was so uncomfortable you'd have thought that it would have cured him. Nope. He sat up as I snatched it off his face to keep it from rolling into his mouth and said, "Don't throw that away- I want to show it to my bubbies."

So... maybe this doesn't really interest you. Maybe it does. Maybe I'll complain a lot and maybe I won't. Probably depends on a lot of factors. Not the least of which is my hormone levels... but I'm trying to make myself a different person. I'm trying to make myself better...and that's a step in the right direction.