Friday • It snowed yesterday. I know it’s pretty and everything, but, you know, if I was meant to live in freakin’ cold weather and enjoy pretty winter scenery, I would have been born north of the D/FW area. But I wasn’t. And I haven’t moved to cooler climes either. Know why? Because I’d rather deal with one hundred plus degree weather any time over this wind-chill-in-the-single-digits nonsense. That’s why.
Monday • Yikes! Here is my first attempt at blogging. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, but here I go. Actually, I’m blogging but not blogging right now. What I mean is that I don’t actually have a blog set up. I don’t know how to set up a blog.
I know there are a bunch of sites that will help me figure this out, if I had the time and patience and it didn’t cause my eyes to glaze over. If you are reading this, though, we’ll assume I’ve been successful. The question I have right now — not your right now — my September 10, 2012, right now — is from which site to choose. Decisions, decisions. All I know is that I want a site with all the bells and whistles so that I can write stories and add beautiful pictures or funny pictures or funny quotes or video or I can link it to another website. I wonder how expensive that is? I guess I’ll have to come up with the pictures on my own. I’m not very good at taking pictures. Or downloading or uploading either. All of that may have to come later — like when I have an actual blog site instead of just pretending that I’m blogging on a Microsoft Word file.
I’ll need to get her a plant to take care of because…nothing says you’re out there and living on your own like taking care of a plant. It will be a hearty plant, one that can thrive on neglect if need be. I bet my daughter will pick out a really good name for it. When I see her, I’ll be able to ask her how her plant, what’s-it’s-face is doing. It will give us something to talk about.
Thursday • If you were to ask my mother, she’d tell you that if you mess with one of her family, bad things will befall you. She knows with every ounce in her being that the Lord will make things seven times worse for you than whatever it was that you did to one of us.