Resolutionless

The first week of the New Year is nearly through and I am still resolutionless.

Is that a word?

Maybe reading a dictionary and remembering how to use my grammar correctly

 would be a good start to this New Year.

That would be boring.

I want to be a cool kid and have resolutions.

This being said,

I have given about 5 minutes of thought into what I want to do this year.

The top three would be:

Wait.

What fun is it if I tell you?

You need to work for it.

See if you can guess...

Blog On

I blog for many reasons.

It helps me to look at my day and find the lovely in it;

the not so lovely, in some cases.

I like to share what is on my heart.

My thoughts and feelings, likes and dislikes, wordlessness, and my favorite pictures.

I like to brag on my kid and hate on my dog, and

talk about my family and friends.

I love meeting people.

I love it even more when people find me.

Oh, and even more than that, I love it when people comment.

Yes, comments.

I'm a glutton for them.

Though mainly, I blog for me.

To remind myself that my day counted,

no matter how boring or typical it was.

To remember that my ordinary life
sometimes makes a difference in others'.

And, no matter what happened,

I still live with a purpose and a calling.

Whatever it may be now.

Sorry I have been gone for a week.

I had forgotten how much I mattered.

Girls Weekend

We were loud.

We were obnoxious.

And nearly peed our pants with laughter.

(not me)

We ventured to the pumpkin patch where I discovered there were no batteries in my camera.

Fabulous.

So don't mind the gritty quality

(not that my normal camera is much better)

The camera phone just had to do.

We suffered through the Kansas wind on a hay rack ride.
Oh, hay rack rides.
I used to like you, but you left my hair a tattered mess.
We're through.

The children had to put up with their parents being highly unusual while fighting for the biggest and best pumpkin.

No one was injured.

Though, Bailey (in the striped jacket to the right) took a spill running ahead to find the best pumpkin.

Her advice was, "Watch out! There are vines all over the place!"

Yes, Bailey. This IS a pumpkin patch.

My sister in law, Alex, picked quite possibly the ugliest pumpkin ever.

We ventured through a corn maze.

We are a family of highly impatient women.

I say this in my defense.

We did not cheat in this corn maze.

Nope.

We did not pop out at some random area about 20 feet away from the actual exit.

Not us.

We also went to watch my sister's son play in his varsity homecoming game

Judah was entertained by all the people in the stands.

He's a people watcher just like his mama.

Best of all....
we made it through the weekend injury, tiff, and piddle pants free.