A Post in No Particular Order...

Okay.  So today I was talking to a friend who had a recent health scare, and she mentioned that she was going to start keeping a journal to help her reduce her stress, and I realized that this blog is sort of my journal...  Although, I admittedly edit myself sometimes, because I don't want to come across as too insane.  I do have a private journal that I write in on and off again.  That one is where I put the most whacked of my thoughts and feelings.  I haven't been writing in it lately either.  I should, and I will.  I was talking to another friend the other day about therapists... recommending one to her actually.  This therapist seems awesome, from what little experience I have with her, but I, like my friend, have run into financial constraints when it comes to therapy.  I simply can't afford it.  So I don't go.  And neither will she.  So what are us "crazy" girls to do?  Write it all down?  Read self-help books?  Ignore our issues?  Over think our issues?  Hmmm the choices seem limitless.  Well, I do think the journal idea is a good one.  Although when I am really upset or stressed or sad, I generally write down a few things and doodle on the rest of the page...  The more upset or angst ridden I am the more I doodle.  Sometime the entire page will be covered with doodle upon doodle until there is hardly any white space left.  None of the doodles are pictures... 
They are just random, meaningless designs that I don't even know I'm making.  I just get lost in thought, and they appear.  I also doodle when I am on the phone or just thinking about random stuff, but never to the extent I do when I'm upset.  Why am I writing about this?  I'm not really sure.  No reason.  I guess my journal can be filled with doodles.  I wonder if it has the same affect?  Do words get the thoughts out better than the doodling? I don't know... but that's what I do. 

Now that I've babbled about myself, let me babble about the kids.  Today was Day 3 of Summer break for the kids, and so far they have complained of boredom everyday.  Seriously.  Well, Monday and Tuesday they complained that there was nothing to do in the house, and today they complained because they had to accompany me on house calls all afternoon.  Whatever.   All I have to say is that I will be very glad when camp starts next week...  Sheesh.  Big A didn't complain, however, when she saw the money I made...  She asked "What are you going to buy with it?"  Ha!  I'm gonna pay some bills....  Money never lasts very long around here...

The kids and I have had some fun so far, though.  Last weekend was pretty nice.   Saturday the girls had a Brownie/Daisy meeting, then we went over to a little festival at a local church.  They  had a pretty cool petting zoo there.  Then in the evening we went for a little walk to the creek (I'm not even going to go into the slight catastrophe that occurred there).  On Sunday D had his last soccer game, and was very excited to get his medal.  After the game we met some friends at the neighborhood pool for a while, then had a little cook out at one of their houses.  So the weekend was actually good, despite a few "bumps" along the way.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention awards day last week!  Big A made Principal's List for the year!  Straight A's!  And D got loaded up on awards!  His favorite though was the medal he got from participating in the Adaptive Sports Program.  Unfortunately, my camera didn't want to work properly, and the pictures I took pretty much suck...  Oh well, there is always next year! :)