Lists are my specialty.

I’ve never been one for to do lists.

Nope.

But I can run away with a random list about nothing, any day of the week.

1. I like my new life.
2. We still haven’t really moved into our house. Well, a lot of the stuff is unpacked. But the clothes and stuff are still in boxes, a lot of them. Which is good, I guess, because now I can’t wear them anyway.
3. Many nights I just feed my kids chicken nuggets. Or waffles. Seriously. And I’m totally having another. Worst mom of the year, right?
4. I’m not a very good youth minister’s wife. I’m not bubbly and peppy and I’m crap at remembering names.
5. I like to think that I’m genuine, though, and that somehow that will come across.
6. I’m writing this far too late in the day to hope of getting it done.
7. I both like and hate the 8-5.
8. I wish I could be more creative in my job.
9. I’ve discovered I feel prettiest when I’m pregnant.
10. I am annoyed by so very many things and people right now that it’s insane.

I will post another list tomorrow.

Give me a list of yours. SOMEONE!

I said I have a list,

and I do, but today I have a greater cause.

My friend Addie is a good person. Many of the people I know have never met Addie. You are a worse person because of this, but today I am offering you a chance to better yourself.

Please go to Addie’s blog here. Addie and her husband Daniel, along with their two children Gabe and Emma, have made the decision to internationally adopt.

This is huge, brave, and wonderful. And not enough people care or support them. This, at the moment, is the only way I can help.

Addie has a photography business. This is her website. She’s wonderfully gifted, and guess what? All of the proceeds from her pictures go to help bring their far away baby home more quickly. Go look, and get her to make some pictures for you if you so need.

If you don’t need pictures, and you don’t read blogs, remember my friend Addie. I don’t mind if you don’t pray, everyone believes in some kind of goodness. That goodness that you believe in? That goodness is what I’m talking about. Please send some her way, in whatever form.

Thank you.

Until next time.

Throwing it up…

for now.

I don’t have much to say today. I can’t say some of the things I have to say – it’s for another post.

But, because I committed to thirty posts in thirty days and I’m already a couple behind, you’re getting this one, which is crap.

Sorry.

Tomorrow, I have a list. I’ve been working on it in my mind.

Getting to it.

I didn’t forget, today. Haha! 2 days down.

Although in keeping with my honesty theme, there’s not a great deal to say.

Have you ever thought about how hard it is to find new everyday things when you move away?

I lived in Corinth for almost thirty years and never realized how hard it would be to move to a new place and find:

a new coffeeshop (although we did find Cups rather quickly)
a place to get a haircut
a beer store (like the cave on Shiloh Rd), which is not really necessary here because here you can mix & match a 6 pack in the beer aisle at Kroger. It’s loads of fun.
a park
a playground (luckily the church has a great one)
daycare
babysitters
a doctor (even working in a hospital, it’s not easy. Many of the doctors come and go so often that they don’t know each other and it’s hard to get a recommendation).

I have others. Just things I never thought about. Moving has been a great adventure and was definitely the best choice we could have made, but there are things we’ve encountered that I never even thought about.

What are some of your challenges lately?

So, let’s be honest. Now.

I’m a crappy blogger.

Which leads to being a crappy writer.

This hasn’t always been the case. I used to blog daily, about everything I said and did and thought and wanted and wished. While it was therapeutic, I’m sure it got tedious to read.

Now, not so much. The tedium is in my lack of anything to say.

Or rather, maybe I have things to say but I don’t have the gumption to say them. Or the avenue. Or, let’s face it – maybe I am lacking the metaphorical balls I once possessed. I used to be completely unafraid of what people thought of anything that I said.

Now? Now I have a husband who works in a church. What if I said “balls” one too many times (I mean, that’s twice in just this post) and offended someone?

Now I have a job that I pretty much can’t talk about at all. Legally. Hospitals and patients and stuff – and even if I could, I wouldn’t have much interesting to say. So a great deal of my creativity might go into covering up the fact that there’s an 8-hour black hole in my day.

Now I’m almost 16 weeks pregnant and most things and people annoy me. I’m fairly sure that reading a list of my annoyances would not appeal to most people.

Now I have a lot of questions about my life, and to be honest, I don’t feel that I should. I feel foolish in that I will soon be a mother of three, and there are days that I don’t know who I really am.

I signed up for NaBloPoMo, since I don’t have a computer at home and can’t do the novel version. So, hello again.