I’m having fun brainstorming some ideas for this site. Layouts, directions I want to take it, etc. I also re-registered an old domain I thought I had lost forever, since the domain squatters let it go and my husband happened to notice it had no whois info. He urged me to register it and since I had domain credits on Namecheap from their Christmas contest, I did. That means I’ll have to pay for joshualynn.com when September comes around but aithyne.net and ngwoosh.com are still free! I like free.
I was going to attempt a “post everyday” challenge for 2010 but I didn’t want to start something I realistically couldn’t finish. We’re moving soon to our own apartment and Noah’s birthday is coming up and I also have a tendency to only write on my LJ for weeks on end (sorry). Maybe I’ll try for a whole month instead, soon.
Basically, I want to write more, even if it sucks. I want to play with layouts, even if they suck. I want to find a creative outlet and this is a really good choice for someone that is artistically-challenged like I am (I break popsicle sticks, okay?) and I’m pretty comfortable coding still.
Do me a favor and keep on me.
I wrote an entry over on my Livejournal and when I saw the date marked 2010, the reality of the new year set in. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday but I really think that New Year’s Day is a very close second. The idea of starting anew and celebrating this rebirth with your family and friends is attractive. God knows I could start over on myself a time or two (or three).
And yet, it’s all of the imperfections of life that we reflect on and remember at the end of each year and it’s these imperfections that determine “this year was a good year” or “this year just plain sucked” because it’s what makes each year different. I recently re-read The Giver by Joan Lowry Nixon and I noted that as a kid, I missed the concept of no holidays whatsoever. Nothing to mark the end of each year to the next except the changing of age from birth to age 12. After age 12, life is one long, boring existence without adventure or uniqueness to make it worth living.
I realize that I’m not saying anything new and I’m not saying it well but I guess my point is, in the end, that I’m learning to accept these imperfections as not necessarily bad parts of my life but instead, an adventure I survived. I can start over on myself every year because society accepts that. I can make resolutions and see if I meet my goals and if I do, I even have the right to kind of feel good about them. But, if I don’t, I’m not a failure. It’s just something that made that particular year a little more interesting…a little more worth living.
I think I’m done talking to myself now. Goodnight, self.
My mother-in-law is awesomesauce. I can’t wait to see her again!
Sure, this entry is random, but that’s what makes life fun. ;)
I just watched Ree Drummond on the Bonnie Hunt Show. She’s so pretty in action! I mean her pictures are stunning but she has such a cool, collected manner on the outside. I am so excited to have her cookbook and to go see her in person on December 5th. I rarely get interested on that level but it’s nice to see one of “the bloggers” get recognition and know you were there for some of the journey, you know? So I’m genuinely rooting for The Pioneer Woman and I’m looking forward to getting my new cookbook signed. :)
Remember this? It never fails to crack me up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUbvuIX1nVA
That was almost me today. I wasn’t doing a headstand (I don’t know how) but I was doing a few other stretches and Noah runs up to pull my shirt down and nurse. I told him no…so he kept asking for “cook”, including running to the couch (our favorite nursing spot). I laid down to do a stretch on my back and he goes “Alright! Cook!” and runs over to me. I guess he thought I was laying down for him!
