New Month Resolutions

Anything I might have possibly resolved to do at the beginning of 2013 has long since escaped my swiss cheese memory so I'm calling for a do-over. I always seem to find extra motivation at the beginning of Summer which, in my mind, falls between the time that school gets out and the time that school begins again. Since I no longer have children who are matriculating, it's slightly more difficult to keep up with my traditional Summer schedule. I'm sort of going with the time between Memorial Day and Labor Day as my *official* Summer of 2013.

For this month I want to write more. I want to share my heart with the people who care enough to come here and read what I have to say.. I want my children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews to be able to come here and know who I was and maybe understand me better. I want to be able to look back when I'm older and enjoy my  =middle-age enthusiasm. I'm way more entertaining in my head than I have been on screen lately. Therefore, my New Month Resolution for June is to blog every day and to make those blog entries entertaining, amusing, enlightening and worthy of reading. I want to be a better blogger.

Now... the hard part is coming up with entertaining, amusing, enlightening, blogworthy topics thirty days in a row. It's hard to transform an autobiographical blog about a hermit into good reading. In my mind, the things that happen in my nest are giggle-worthy at times. I watch a lot of tv which makes me highly knowledgeable about current events, pop trivia, lots and lots of history and what items we no longer have to live without (info-mercials). Since I'm on the internet most of my waking hours, I am always well informed on all that is happening on the inter-webs. And, of course, I'm a great resource for anything you could ever want to know about topics that interest me.

Today's big research project was Van Gogh. I love his paintings both because of the bright colors and because of the mental instability that colored his life. I have this deep seated believe that those who are truly creative artists (in any medium, painting, sculpting, acting, dance...) have some measure of whackadoodle in them. Creativity is born out of madness. That's what always endeared me to my acting friends... the drama behind the curtain is usually way more entertaining than anything happening on stage.

I also watched a Tia and Tamara mini-marathon. I know. Reality tv at it's finest. Except, these two ladies seem to be more authentic and interesting than the Kar-Trashians.  I also have a massive crush on Tamara's husband, Fox News Correspondent Adam Housley. They Housley's have a vineyard in Napa and I'm jonesing for a lovely bottle of rose. Having grown up in a Southern Baptist household, I never developed any kind of sophistication about wine but I do know that I like the pink wines. My last marital mishap would always order for me when we went out... "she'll have something pink and sweet". Barbie wine. That's my speed.

For breakfast today I had a granola bar. For brunch I had a peanut butter and banana sandwich on whole wheat bread. For lunch/dinner I had tuna salad on saltines. For my dinner/snack I had a bowl of vanilla frozen yogurt with chocolate syrup. This is only noteworthy because I know how much it helps me to keep track of what I eat. I'm not eating a balance diet and I think I could eliminate another pill or three if I could just eat right. Oh, add to the list, half a bag of redhots. I'm addicted to redhots.

I have struggled with a good bit of pain today. Not sure why, if it's an atmospheric thing or because I didn't sleep well (which leads to pain because your muscle fibers heal up while you're sleeping). It's definitely not from overuse because the most energetic thing I've done today is shower. I didn't even dry my hair. Just put in the conditioner and fixed the go-to side braid. No makeup. I did prepare tuna salad... again, not really labor intensive. I've petted a few pets and slid open the sliding glass door a gajillion times for our incontinent old girls. But seriously... I'm purely decorative, not really functional.

My parents' church is hosting a spaghetti dinner fundraiser tomorrow and my dad has been busy with the preparation. Mama sewed him a really nice new apron. We dog-sat my granddoggie Sammy while his parents went in to work for a few hours. Oscar cuddled with me while my mom had the evil sewing machine out. And... that's about it.

I'm ready to get back involved with my little church in Helen. I've been a bad Baptist lately. It's really hard when you spend all of your adult years as a single mom often working more than one job... and then all of a sudden life changes and you don't have kids or a job or even much in the way of running a household to keep track of... when that happens you don't quite know how to create a healthy routine. I have ground down to a complete halt on life and now that I don't have to worry about resting over the weekend to have the strength to work the following week... I think I could almost maybe make it through bible study every now and then and I really, very much need to interact with humans. Good humans would make it even better.

Today's wardrobe was a pair of capri yoga pants and a t-shirt with the verse Isaiah 40:31 on it. Barefoot, all day long. Hair in the aforementioned side-braid. Standard accessories: silver necklace that has a Heather charm, three silver rings, silver hoop earrings. I got a beautiful bracelet from my sister-in-law for my birthday but it's too nice to wear in the nest. It's gonna be part of my "Sunday/Go-to-meeting" jewelry collection. This is the first piece in that collection but once I hit the disability jackpot, I'm going to expand. I'm an old Southern woman, I should have jewelry to pass down to my grandchildren some day.

Well... the ambien is kicking in... hopefully this means a good night's sleep ahead for me. Hope you're all safe and warm and happy and loving life! Hugs!