On my Facebook page I recently answered a huge question/answer thing about my first born. It got me thinking about the past 15 years of my life. I feel really bad because I don't actually remember too much. All those times that I thought to "write it down" and didn't are now gone. I know at the time I thought to myself, "How can I ever forget this?" and now I have. I wish I could remember the smell of those little babies and their first smiles, like I thought I would. I wish I could remember the times more vividly that the kids made the kitchen a disaster as they attempted to cook lunch for their summer picnics. But, instead those memories are not so clear anymore. Part of the problem is that I don't take pictures very often. McKenna got a camera for her birthday and she takes it everywhere she goes. She probably has over a thousand pictures on there and it has only been one month. Another problem is that I don't write in a journal. In fact, I have written about six times during the last fifteen years. So, I've resolved to do better.
I've decided to take more time to listen to the kids. Their stories are so funny. High school kids are just weird. Junior high kids observe the most interesting things. And who knew their could be so much drama in 5th grade. I can't wait. And, I'm going to take more pictures. Digital pictures don't cost a thing and I can fix them when they look terrible. I'm going to write more. I've finally come to the realization that my life is just a bore. It isn't going to get any more exciting than it is now and I like it. So, why not write about it. Who knows, if all goes well I might even scrapbook. Now, that would be something to talk about.
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I have exactly the same anti-journal. But don't we get some major points now for blogging?? :)
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