Swirling Thoughts. . .

Thoughts swirling, whirling through my head.  Want to be creative, ignite a fire in someones soul. . . yours, but mine really.  All I’ve got is randomness.  If my thoughts could be read you would see it. . . lots of randomness. 

Watching Dancing With The Stars. . . I wish I could dance like that.  We’ve actually talked about taking dancing lessons.  That would take a lot of courage. . . not sure that I’ve come that far yet.  Dancing in heels. . . not sure it would help my venture to lace my running shoes up again.  Why does my foot still hurt despite the physical therapy? Arg.

The kids and I just made a spice cake.  The cake is for a dessert I’m making for our small group that is coming over tomorrow night.  I enjoy our small group. . . we laugh a lot.  We’ve got two birthdays coming up in our house.  Charlie is almost 5 and Chanelle will be three.  Where did the time go? I’m thinking about the cakes I’m going to make.  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do them. . . I need a back up plan, but I don’t have one.  I hope they come out like they are supposed to.  Family is coming this weekend to celebrate said birthdays.  I’m excited.  I need family. 

I like Mark Ballas from DWTS. . . he seems silly. 

Chanelle woke me up 4 times last night.  I’m not sure why. . . she only wanted me to cover her up.  Makes me feel tired today.  I like to tell myself that she just misses me in the middle of the night.  I’m fooling myself, I know.  I always think if given the opportunity I would love to sleep until noon. . . when given the opportunity, though, I still wake up at six or before.  I know why. . . because this is the way my mind works. . . from here to there and back again at a million miles a minute. . . I think that’s a woman’s mind.  I really do need a Nothing Box. 

Pie crusts used to scare me.  I faced my fear this weekend.  What was supposed to be a pie crust always ended up being a fragile piece of dough that resembled a torn and tattered map that had been buried for years.  I’ve refused to even attempt it for years. . . I tried again. . . it worked. . . is it funny to say I’m afraid of pie crusts?

 It’s not perfect. . . I was too nervous to worry about the details.  It will be better next time. . . maybe.  Someone just came to the door asking if I was going to vote Republican. . . I was evasive. . . didn’t think it was any of this business. 

I really want to learn how to sew.  When would I do that?  I’d love to make pretty dresses and hats and random pieces for the kids.  I wouldn’t even know where to begin.  It would be cool to put Chanelle in a pretty dress for her birthday and say, yeah, I made that.  We have a sewing machine. . . I’ve never turned it on.

Yes, this is all random. . . see?  My mind. . . I wonder if this is everyone’s mind. 

Writing like this is scary. . . exposing the reality of my mind. . . minimal deleting. . .only for misspellings.  It’s fun, too.  I was inspired to be brave. . .

cjs, if you read this. . . thank you.

DWTS is over.  I’m done here.

That felt good.

Now. . . will I be brave enough to post it. . . .