I've always wondered what people are doing when they read my blog.
At least one of you is naked.
May the rest of you always wonder....
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Really?
I think I've entered a quarter life crisis of sorts.
I just can't get over my life.
Is it for real?
There are days when I wish I could change some detail about every single aspect of my life.
I am rarely completely content. I'm restless.
I'm realizing that it has a pretty significant impact on my relationship with God.
I am so oblivious to change sometimes that when I actually take a moment or two to notice it, I'm shocked.
Is this really my life?
When did I marry such a studly, humble, servant-hearted human being?
I own a house?
In Holland???
I've worked at the same "summer gig" for 7 years?
SEVEN YEARS.
That means next you're going to tell me I stopped being a student 7 years ago.
Am I where I wanted to be then?
Am I on a road that leads anywhere?
Do I know which direction I'm headed?
Is that the right direction?
Am I paying enough attention to the daily stuff?
Am I paying too much attention to the daily stuff?
Does my life really involve meeting the daily needs for another human being?
My son.
My son.
My son.
Wow.
I am a mother.
It has redefined all of me.
I didn't think it would.
I really thought I would still be me, just with a kid.
But I am no longer
Sara
Daughter
Wife
Worker
Friend.
For me, it begins and ends with mom.
It's a life time commitment.
That completely and utterly overwhelms me.
It's part of why I haven't been writing here.
Or anywhere, really.
I don't want to be a mommy blogger.
I just want to share my thoughts.
So here they all are from the past 7 months:
Holy crap - I'm a mom.
I just can't get over my life.
Is it for real?
There are days when I wish I could change some detail about every single aspect of my life.
I am rarely completely content. I'm restless.
I'm realizing that it has a pretty significant impact on my relationship with God.
I am so oblivious to change sometimes that when I actually take a moment or two to notice it, I'm shocked.
Is this really my life?
When did I marry such a studly, humble, servant-hearted human being?
I own a house?
In Holland???
I've worked at the same "summer gig" for 7 years?
SEVEN YEARS.
That means next you're going to tell me I stopped being a student 7 years ago.
Am I where I wanted to be then?
Am I on a road that leads anywhere?
Do I know which direction I'm headed?
Is that the right direction?
Am I paying enough attention to the daily stuff?
Am I paying too much attention to the daily stuff?
Does my life really involve meeting the daily needs for another human being?
My son.
My son.
My son.
Wow.
I am a mother.
It has redefined all of me.
I didn't think it would.
I really thought I would still be me, just with a kid.
But I am no longer
Sara
Daughter
Wife
Worker
Friend.
For me, it begins and ends with mom.
It's a life time commitment.
That completely and utterly overwhelms me.
It's part of why I haven't been writing here.
Or anywhere, really.
I don't want to be a mommy blogger.
I just want to share my thoughts.
So here they all are from the past 7 months:
Holy crap - I'm a mom.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Meet my friend Wassa
Not everyone my age owns their own business.
Or writes really well.
Or knits really fast.
Or fully embraces the Three C's of you-know-what.
Or has such a cool nickname.
But Wassa does.
Thanks for writing, Melis. And for including the bit about Jer. You're hilarious. And if you're not careful, you'll end up published.
Or writes really well.
Or knits really fast.
Or fully embraces the Three C's of you-know-what.
Or has such a cool nickname.
But Wassa does.
Thanks for writing, Melis. And for including the bit about Jer. You're hilarious. And if you're not careful, you'll end up published.
Monday, January 21, 2008
I added a new blog
Beautiful Baby Abbie has her own blog!
Peer pressure works.
Wassa, I have a feeling you're secretly writing wonderful things... if a six week old can go live - so can you!!!! C'mon! Join the club!!!
Monday, January 14, 2008
My excuse
Haven't been blogging much lately. Mostly 'cause my journals have been the private type. Does everyone enter a bit of a funk post-Christmas, or is it just my overly-Christmas-enthused self? Not a sad funk, per se. I think it has more to do with the fact that I'm not very good with change, or closure, and a new year sort of means both.
That said, my boss has also decided that he's going to produce a feature length film, starting in three weeks. We should wrap just in time to leave for 25 days in Egypt. Lord help us. So if you want to hang out with me, or catch up, or whatever, I think I'm pretty free towards the end of April.
That said, my boss has also decided that he's going to produce a feature length film, starting in three weeks. We should wrap just in time to leave for 25 days in Egypt. Lord help us. So if you want to hang out with me, or catch up, or whatever, I think I'm pretty free towards the end of April.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
creepy
In my eternal quest for internet comprehension, I installed a stat counter on my blog.
I might uninstall it.
It creeps me out a little. And makes me insecure.
Because really I just write fun little things that I used to e-mail to Meghan, so usually I just write like I'm writing to her because well, she makes up 25% of my readership. Or so I thought.
I forget that the whole world can see my blog.
And when I remember, I manage convince myself that no one would ever look for me.
I didn't guess that someone from Texas would find me by googling "papa johns ssn"
Why would anyone ever google that and then read this entry?
It's weird.
But then again, I kind of like it.
And let's be honest - that's the creepiest thing yet.
I might uninstall it.
It creeps me out a little. And makes me insecure.
Because really I just write fun little things that I used to e-mail to Meghan, so usually I just write like I'm writing to her because well, she makes up 25% of my readership. Or so I thought.
I forget that the whole world can see my blog.
And when I remember, I manage convince myself that no one would ever look for me.
I didn't guess that someone from Texas would find me by googling "papa johns ssn"
Why would anyone ever google that and then read this entry?
It's weird.
But then again, I kind of like it.
And let's be honest - that's the creepiest thing yet.
Friday, June 8, 2007
me-me-me
Katester says I have been meme'd. Or tagged with a meme. Or something. Here's how it goes.
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
So... here's some randomness about ME. In no particular order. And with no particular relevance.
1. I get really random words stuck in my head sometimes. Like Clay Aiken. I am not a Clay Aiken fan, but I can have days when his name (the pronunciation more than it's meaning really) bounce around inside my brain at least 20 times. Foosball is another one. Or Canoe. Say it. Canoe. Say it again. See - that's what I live with.
2. I will eat almost anything if it has sun dried tomatoes in it. Almost anything. On the flip side, there are things I may enjoy that I refuse to eat solely based on texture. And as long as we're talking about eating, I would be okay if everyday involved some form of pizza.
3. My hair gets huge with humidity. Like that episode of Friends where Joey and Rachel hook up and Monica goes ballistic about ping pong. I also have very little patience for "doing" hair. It's not the best combination. And to make it worse, my hairdresser gave me bangs for summer. I love them - they're so Reece Witherspoon. 'Til it's humid. And then I kind of feel like my head is the shell and my bangs are the turtle and he's scared. I have pictures to illustrate, but I'm still deciding if they should be posted here. (Kara, think Pompano Beach...)
4. One time, at Sunday School, I remember my teacher asking me what my ideal job would be. I said taking pictures for National Geographic so I could travel and see cool things. It kinda worked out.
5. I don't consider myself an "angry" person. But I am an impatient one. I've realized recently that 95% of my anger comes from my impatience. And I definitely need to work on having more patience. I think that the other 5% of my anger comes from being hurt. I really can't think of any other major influencer on my anger than those two things.
6. I'm not really a dreamer. I have night dreams, but I don't really day dream - at least not in the romantic sense of the word. When I day dream, I imagine the worst possible scenario for the situation I'm in. (When carrying a baby - what if I fall? When passing a semi - what if he rolls over? When trying on shoes - they won't fit.) I don't know why - I'm not that big of a worrier. And I don't enjoy horror. I think it just comes down to being prepared. I'm not proud of that.
7. In high school, I loved band. Really loved it. I played the snare drum in marching band. I am a band nerd and I am liberated by admitting it. This isn't me, but I could have done it 10 years ago. And yes, band camp really is that much fun.
8. Speaking of school - I graduated as valedictorian of my high school. I took school very seriously. I paid a lot of money (so did my parents) to get a very fine college education. I enjoy learning. But I am not a "sponge" like some people. I'm dumber now than I was. I've lost my learnin' and I hate that. I have no idea what I studied in the vast majority of courses I aced. Don't tell my parents.
Now for the hardest part - the tagging. Most of my blog readers don't blog themselves. Or I would tag you, Meghan, Kara, Quincy, Doug, Wass, any member of my family... So instead of tagging, I'm inviting everyone on this list to START A BLOG!!!! In the meantime, see what the Hogan Fam does with it, or Under a big grey tent, Brett, or Tim have to say. Sorry I'm not as connected as you, Katester :)
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
So... here's some randomness about ME. In no particular order. And with no particular relevance.
1. I get really random words stuck in my head sometimes. Like Clay Aiken. I am not a Clay Aiken fan, but I can have days when his name (the pronunciation more than it's meaning really) bounce around inside my brain at least 20 times. Foosball is another one. Or Canoe. Say it. Canoe. Say it again. See - that's what I live with.
2. I will eat almost anything if it has sun dried tomatoes in it. Almost anything. On the flip side, there are things I may enjoy that I refuse to eat solely based on texture. And as long as we're talking about eating, I would be okay if everyday involved some form of pizza.
3. My hair gets huge with humidity. Like that episode of Friends where Joey and Rachel hook up and Monica goes ballistic about ping pong. I also have very little patience for "doing" hair. It's not the best combination. And to make it worse, my hairdresser gave me bangs for summer. I love them - they're so Reece Witherspoon. 'Til it's humid. And then I kind of feel like my head is the shell and my bangs are the turtle and he's scared. I have pictures to illustrate, but I'm still deciding if they should be posted here. (Kara, think Pompano Beach...)
4. One time, at Sunday School, I remember my teacher asking me what my ideal job would be. I said taking pictures for National Geographic so I could travel and see cool things. It kinda worked out.
5. I don't consider myself an "angry" person. But I am an impatient one. I've realized recently that 95% of my anger comes from my impatience. And I definitely need to work on having more patience. I think that the other 5% of my anger comes from being hurt. I really can't think of any other major influencer on my anger than those two things.
6. I'm not really a dreamer. I have night dreams, but I don't really day dream - at least not in the romantic sense of the word. When I day dream, I imagine the worst possible scenario for the situation I'm in. (When carrying a baby - what if I fall? When passing a semi - what if he rolls over? When trying on shoes - they won't fit.) I don't know why - I'm not that big of a worrier. And I don't enjoy horror. I think it just comes down to being prepared. I'm not proud of that.
7. In high school, I loved band. Really loved it. I played the snare drum in marching band. I am a band nerd and I am liberated by admitting it. This isn't me, but I could have done it 10 years ago. And yes, band camp really is that much fun.
8. Speaking of school - I graduated as valedictorian of my high school. I took school very seriously. I paid a lot of money (so did my parents) to get a very fine college education. I enjoy learning. But I am not a "sponge" like some people. I'm dumber now than I was. I've lost my learnin' and I hate that. I have no idea what I studied in the vast majority of courses I aced. Don't tell my parents.
Now for the hardest part - the tagging. Most of my blog readers don't blog themselves. Or I would tag you, Meghan, Kara, Quincy, Doug, Wass, any member of my family... So instead of tagging, I'm inviting everyone on this list to START A BLOG!!!! In the meantime, see what the Hogan Fam does with it, or Under a big grey tent, Brett, or Tim have to say. Sorry I'm not as connected as you, Katester :)
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