Today

Today...
Today is Friday.
Today is December the 7th.
Today I'm 28.
One day closer to the bridge of no return. But not yet. Still holding tentatively on to youth. Wish there was more time to cram in all those things I wanted to do before it's too late. But then when exactly is too late, guess you never know till it's too late. Guess today I'll just be grateful for
Today.

Fall

I love driving through town in the fall when the leaves dance and twirl across the street in little tornadoes of beautiful color.

Goof Up

Well, I bombed today. You know we're building a house. Of course you know we're building a house. Well it's the time for picking out faucets, and believe you me there are way too many faucets out there. Surely people aren't that picky that they need 400 different faucets in order to find just the right one. Anyway we found one online we liked. It's perfect, I thought. It's so cheap, I thought. It's free shipping, I thought. After it was all said and done, not perfect, not cheap, not free shipping. Apparently you order the handles and the plubing separately (extra $$$ and more extra shipping). So lesson learned...don't ask me to order you a faucet.

Time Off

After several days of sleeping until 10, maybe or maybe not working out, watching Martha Stewart, the View, and Oprah, taking 2 hours to get ready, running any arrand I can think of just to keep busy, fixing dinner and then staring at the tv for the rest of the night, I'm completely depressed. Take away the 8 to 5 job, and there's nothing left to my life except housework and tv. I feel like I don't have any real direction or purpose. Surely God is completely disappointed with what I'm doing with this life he's given me, because I am. Existing and going through all the required motions just isn't enough. More on this later.

Sorry

It is very difficult to write things. I think I believe there is nothing in my head worth sharing, which my husband tells me is rediculous. So these first few posts, and very possbily all of them forever, may be termed 'spewings' rather than posts or comments or writings or musings. I'll just appologize for that in advance. Ok, so here we go...babies. I can't stop staring at them. It seems everywhere I go there are some, and they're just so happy. I think I'm getting the fever, and it's scaring the whoha out of my husband who keeps mentioning periodically how painful childbirth must be, just miserable, and gross, who wants to put up with that, and how moody and grumpy I'll be, not to mention how fat, definitely no more skinny jeans. I tell him I'm sure I'll be a cute fat mommy. And won't he love his cute fat wifey. And then he pukes.

My apologies

My deepest apologies to those who have ever landed in or near the path of Melissa destruction. I am learning these days, albeit very slowly, the depth of the pride and stubborness of my heart. I'm praying daily that God will work a miracle in the darkness that lies there, lurking quietly, unnoticed. And so, to anyone who I have made to feel small, insignificant, or judged, I am deeply sorry, because you are non of these things.

So, I've got this great new laptop and no excuses left for not writing. I've still got a somewhat functioning brain, fuzzy memories of my English Enlightenment, an extremely supportive husband who is now running low on patience, and finally, a bright, shiny, new laptop for mobile creativity. Here I come world, ready to take you on...tomorrow.