I have a confession. I don’t actually believe you’re going to absolve me, or prescribe repentance, or beat me with a braided leather belt, but I think I’ll fel better if I just tell you that I haven’t been writing. Um, much at all. Because I don’t want to. I could give you all kinds...
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Monthly Archives: August 2009What if I loved all the things I’m supposed to? Yeah. Different. I wish I didn’t hate this: 1. Dusting. But I do. I hate it. It isn’t remotely satisfying to me to do it, or even to have done it. Just hate it. Too bad. 2. The MoTab Choir. Ack. I know. I am... So yesterday turned out to be one of those days where almost nothing like sitting around happened. Remember me? The one who loves sitting around? But there were friends to move and excellent manuscripts (not mine) to review and weights to lift and tubs to unclog (ick – new one for Love to Hate) and... So here are a few things that I don’t like, and I’m totally okay with that. I love to hate: 1. Television. Ick. If you love “reality TV” that is totally okay with me, but don’t expect me to watch it with you, or even be able to take part in a conversation about it.... Here are some things that I love, and I’m totally happy about that. I’ll follow this up with some things that I love, but I’m not really proud of. And maybe some things I hate, but wish I liked, and maybe even some things I like to hate. I Love to Love: 1. Taking walks.... You know that sound, somewhere between exasperation and disgust? That huffy, “uhnnnngh” sound that can be drawn out for several seconds? Yeah, that. I called someone this weekend to check if she was still okay to do something she’d agreed to do. Her husband answered the phone. He called her to the phone, and I... Revisions are getting in the way of my sleep. Nothing should get in the way of my sleep. God sent me babies who slept many hours at night, because He knows this about me: I need to sleep at night. But last night, after a late, late night of Colin Firth, I was antsy, so... Husband and Kid 4 are heading out tonight for the annual Fathers and Sons’ camp-out. Honestly, we’re not much for camping in our family. This is why we have a mortgage, you know – so we can sleep in our beds with window screens between us and the bugs. But this Fathers and Sons’ thing... |


