This last weekend was spent doing all things domestic because
A) I’m not leaving all my organizing to the last minute per usual and,
B) I needed to prove to my mother (and myself) that yes, I can keep a house clean, yes I won’t kill your plants.

It was pretty successful, besides turning my room into an even bigger mess during the process of organizing.  I can’t figure out why it happens…

Anyway, I also spent a *little* time, backing up/reading old blog posts.  I’ve tried (and failed) to keep a journal multiple times, even though I got so much joy in reading about the multiple crushes I had when 13…or 8.
So I’m pretty impressed with myself for having blogged about my life regularly for almost the last 3 years.  GO ME!

I know it’s a good thing to realize the image you’re putting out there, and obviously, what I write on here is only one very tiny aspect of my life and should be treated as such.  But I think I’ve started worrying too much about what I write.
There’s really no reason for me to be either…this blog is kept as positive as possible while still being real and somewhat candid.  I’m not about to spew every thing that’s going on but I do want to remember why I started this site in the first place, and write like I used to.

This blog is to keep my family in the loop, maybe meet a few new people, and most importantly, for ME, so I can look back in another 3 years and actually remember what I was doing (cause my memory umm, SUCKS).