That's Pathetic!

Okay, so what type of person writes in their blog about their computer? "My little Dell...." Face it, people, that's just sad. Or brilliant. Or psychotic.....let's go with brilliant.

Just designed a new quilt, can't wait to see it come to life. What am I, some old granny stuck in a 20-something body (haven't hit 30 yet, trying hard to avoid it!) I cook, I sew, I quilt, I take care of my lawn and plant flowers. I think the only difference between me and ol' Grandma Loyal down the street is that I have better vision and two good hips.

I've been thinking: dance lessons. How fun would that be? Maybe I've got too many shows of Dancing With the Stars stuck in my brain, or perhaps my inner self was tamed too much when I had to take ballet as a child, instead of swing or clogging. But then, the practical side of me says, "Where on earth would I use my aquired danceing?" Not at Costco, the gas station, or the City Park--unless I want to get called for disturbing the peace. I'm not much for the night life, so really, am I gonna Salsa in the library or Waltz through WinCo? But still, it'd be fun.

I think it's time to forage the kitchen for something to fill my tummy. Yes, when you spend lots of time around small children, your vocabulary starts to change. Instead of stomach, it's tummy. Instead of scrathces, it's boo-boo's. Very practical parts of one's anatomy are no longer the same, once labeled by a 2 year old. I'll spare you the details on that one and let your imagination run wild; hopefully you have one to do so.

Now, where's that short order cook I ordered???