The Second

well, took a week but I did in fact return to add a little something. Maybe it's a Monday kind of thing....

Wishing "someone" would go to bed so I can watch some truly mindless television. Obviously there are more important things to do but I believe, because I can't get to the television, it makes me REALLY want to watch.

Had a rather odd conversation with my little darling yesterday.
Says she," Guess what, Mom! The whole team had to do push-ups because I was talking!"
Say I," Wow, great!"
And just when I had given up and decided that her not feeling relaxed enough at cheerleading was only a problem for me and not really for her. I fully intended to drop the subject and even the suggestions. Typical....

Hey! the TV's free - my turn!

rambyling the first

I see just above where I am typing this that there is a button titled Edit Posts. You know, it's important that this can be edited because sometimes even though we know and expect this to be a rambyl, it may become so convoluted as to be unfathomable. And what, in fact, is the point of writing, or in this case, rambyling, but to communicate. Of course, to communicate, we need to have some audience and honestly, I don't really expect to have an audience because well, why would anyone even look at this in the first place to find if they thought it was riveting enough to return to? Actually, I suppose they wouldn't have to return - just reading that first time would offer the opportunity for communication of some sort. Perhaps I could just check on it myself now and again and enjoy my own rapier wit - or not. Oh, I feel so much better now.

If only I could type as fast as my brain thinks! Maybe this is the forum for me to learn to type faster to stem my frustrations! I've been looking for a way to spend enough time keying in order to pick up speed and accuracy since high school or at least since junior college. When I'm typing along at 80 - 90- 100 words a minute with nary a mistake, I'll look back and say, "I owe it all to Blogger!"

Well, dang! It's getting chilly sitting here and my scrapbooking stuff is calling and no one is here to look askance at me, making me wallow in guilt for spending MORE time on them, so -

later......