procrastination blog

I dont want to do anything so I am blogging.

Mason is currently sobbing because he believes I sucked up a precious sticky hand that he got on Christmas Eve. I did no such thing. He cries still.

Grant is asleep. I should really be doing something of importance.

Work. Tomorrow. Fix that attitude.

My computer refuses to let me type an apostrophe. Odd. a little worrisome.

Mason still cries. Maybe returning to work isnt so bad.

We have no food. Sometimes food just annoys me. I just wish I could be full without having to cook or find something. I have recently discovered that I truly hate grocery shopping.

Sobbing, still. Good grief!!! Bed time will be here shortly - say 7pm. I never want Mason to learn how to tell time...

Grant is going to work with me tomorrow because it is just staff days. I hope my boss doesnt think I am taking advantage. I asked for permission. He didnt hesitate with a yes...but I just hate feeling like an inconvenience.

Put away the laundry, Jenny!!! Now. Stop blogging now!!!

My "Leap of Faith" is inappropriately titled I think. Its not really a leap of faith as much as a tiny step towards trusting that God has a different plan for me. A leap of faith would be quitting my job to do this photography thing. But I dont think that is the leap I am supposed to take right now. Oh, how I wish it was...

Is sprinkle of Grace Photography the cheesiest name ever? I have already asked that in a blog before. I like it so its staying. No need to answer the question.

I have decided recently or perhaps accepted that I am not a good friend. No, maybe not that...I am not an active friend. I am not a good phone person. I am not a good lets hang out person. And then theres the whole lack of energy and time thing...we really should just start a business of some kind and then we could hang out all the time... Think of all our talents...were teachers, artists, musicians, chefs...surely there is something!

I must do something. Fingers stop typing.

Mason has stopped crying. Ignoring him worked splendidly.

I miss my mom.

Troy is in control of our money now. I mean we, of course, still discuss everything but he is now keeper of the envelopes. I had a wee little problem of using different envelopes for different things...you cant eat shoes...and the car cant run on scrapbooking paper...

The cyring has recommenced...Lord, help me.

I didnt make a single new years resolution. Then I read the poem by A and felt well, lousy...and inspired so here is my new years poem. I am writing it right now. This should be good...

I want to laugh more
and understand a football score

I hope to have a cleaner house
and never get attacked by our friendly mouse

I want to keep my eyebrows trimmed
and be a better friend

I want to have more scripture in my heart
and find more time for my love of art

I hope to go on some cool trips
and not gain weight on my hips


Okay, both boys are crying. I suppose that my very inspirational and moving poem must end. Darn, you say! :)

Geez. I need some therapy at Target. But troy has all the dang envelopes...