Confession Tuesday: Come on down, Spring! edition
I confess that I regularly mix up the attachment paperclip and the link image when sending emails. It's like d's and b's.
I confess that I'm trying not to make "grumpy mornings" my story. Yet . . .
I confess that I've experienced, through our baby/no baby process, David surging ahead in terms of clear-thinking, communication, and intentionality. We re-expressed our vows of commitment, love, care, and friendship. I think, whatever happens, this experience has truly been a win and a gift.
I confess, related to the above, we're creeping towards fostering or adoption. The prospect is still too scary right now to do anything other than creep. Want to help? If you know anyone who has fostered through the MA system, shoot me an email. I'd love to have them out to coffee/tea.
I confess that I agreed to lead a 1-hr workshop on community building for teenagers at an alternative high school in Boston and I. Am. Terrified.
Terrified.
I confess that, as much as I abhor when D and I appear to be dressing alike, I came up with the idea of a family t-shirt (Sinklairsky!) as part of our yearly anniversary challenge/cooperative. I'm convinced, when we're finished with the project, that other people will want to buy it, but D seems to think I'm crazy.
I confess that, as an act of intentional self-contradiction, I sometimes don clothing styles I claim to despise. To this end, I recently got a pair of skinny jeans (hate them!) at a clothing swap and I've been wearing them on weekends. It's going ok.
I confess: OMG Inter-library Loan!!! How could life be this unfair? Whom am I to deserve so much access? **blessed**
I confess that the prospect of moving away from Boston consistently fills me with deep dread and heartache. Does this mean I'm a lifer? How did this happen!? I meant to move to Seattle 13 yrs ago.
I confess that I'm trying not to make "grumpy mornings" my story. Yet . . .
I confess that I've experienced, through our baby/no baby process, David surging ahead in terms of clear-thinking, communication, and intentionality. We re-expressed our vows of commitment, love, care, and friendship. I think, whatever happens, this experience has truly been a win and a gift.
I confess, related to the above, we're creeping towards fostering or adoption. The prospect is still too scary right now to do anything other than creep. Want to help? If you know anyone who has fostered through the MA system, shoot me an email. I'd love to have them out to coffee/tea.
I confess that I agreed to lead a 1-hr workshop on community building for teenagers at an alternative high school in Boston and I. Am. Terrified.
Terrified.
I confess that, as much as I abhor when D and I appear to be dressing alike, I came up with the idea of a family t-shirt (Sinklairsky!) as part of our yearly anniversary challenge/cooperative. I'm convinced, when we're finished with the project, that other people will want to buy it, but D seems to think I'm crazy.
I confess that, as an act of intentional self-contradiction, I sometimes don clothing styles I claim to despise. To this end, I recently got a pair of skinny jeans (hate them!) at a clothing swap and I've been wearing them on weekends. It's going ok.
I confess: OMG Inter-library Loan!!! How could life be this unfair? Whom am I to deserve so much access? **blessed**
I confess that the prospect of moving away from Boston consistently fills me with deep dread and heartache. Does this mean I'm a lifer? How did this happen!? I meant to move to Seattle 13 yrs ago.