I started coming down w/ a cold sometime Tuesday evening. Actually, I was feeling a little froggy during choir practice on Monday night, but that's not all that unusual for me since I sing WAY too loud. Some of the songs for our Christmas Concert have some really high unison parts and some higher alto parts, so I think that puts a strain on my voice too. I should just take the unison parts easy and let the sopranos take their lead (the one's in our choir seem to like to do that), but I don't... I belt it out like there is no tomorrow, probably sounding like crap the whole time, but it's great fun anyway.
So Tuesday after we picked up P from school, we went to the park and played for about an hour. I started the Monkey socks (they are frogged already though :( while they played. It was such a pretty day out too. Not too windy, not too hot, not too cold and not rainy. We had homemade crunchy tacos for dinner. I took P to scouts. Somewhere in there, I started sniffling and sneezing my head off. I also had a test in CIS 164 that was due by 1159p. I fumbled my way through that. Once my cold hit, I quickly became exhausted.
Now I have homework due for my Windows class tomorrow, design team pages to finish and turn in to the store and my Charlie Brown SP package to get out. All I feel like doing is laying in bed. P doesn't have school tomorrow (P/T conferences) but Q does so I still have to get up, get myself and 2 boys dressed and get out of the house at the usual time. I just feel like sleeping and knitting, and watching Greys Anatomy of course.
I should be in bed... I want to be in bed. But I'm here, and I want to be here too. I'm finding myself in this weird limbo lately that I want to be known. I'm not even sure what I mean by that either. This might just be the cold medicine talking too.
When I started this blog it was just for me. I thought I'd post a few thoughts. It seemed like a good place to actually create my journaling for my scrapbook pages. I could write everything when it happened, and then when I was ready to create a page, all I had to do was print it all out. I find myself scrapping less and less all the time. And that makes me feel guilty. Do I just get rid of all the scrapbook stuff... do I hang on to it and try to be better about organizing so I'll want to crop more? Do I make a schedule, crop this day, knit this day?
And I find myself weirded out about this whole blog thing. Do I want others to read it, or do I want to keep it all for me. I don't mind sharing my address w/ strangers, but I haven't given it out to any of my family and most of my friends. What's holding me back. I don't get personal so what's to be afraid of. And why don't I get personal? What's the real harm. Am I afraid of being judged? Probably so. Why do I care what other people think of me? Why am I still this 3rd grader at a new school stuck in a 32 year old's body?