I Choose

I internally cringe when people complain about how busy they are, and I give myself no exception to the rule. Because, in my book, people are busy because they choose to be busy.

I am SO busy right now. You would be appalled if you saw the living room in which I sit at this moment. A tornado could not dispense a greater disaster within these walls. I chose not to go to lunch with friends after church and instead am choosing to take a few minutes to jot a note before I take nap in order to be better functioning for two long meetings this afternoon (one is a "choice language" training!).But I do not complain about my schedule, because I love this season.

I choose this...

and this...



and this...


and as much of this as I can get...

Perfect Storm

Accountants have April. Stores have December. I have...now. This is the busy season of all busy seasons. PSP starts Monday. Family in from around the world. Kids at Metro's VBS. Swimming lessons. Birthday parties. Event planning. Did I mention that PSP starts Monday? Fun times.

Now Where Did I Put My Kids?

So I can't find my keys. Or my wedding ring. Or my cell phone (I know, it's not the first time).

We may have a burglar who enjoys stealing one item at a time.

Or I've lost my memory along with several of my possessions.

update: Found the keys! Half the set right where the should be; other half left at the parents when they borrowed car.

Debt Reduction

Like many people, Allan and I feel the drain of fatigue on an on-going basis. I just read a little about sleep debt. Wikipedia says, "...it [evaluating sleep debt] involves relaxing quietly and alone for a short amount of time. If the feeling of sleep comes fairly easily, one is considered to have sleep debt." Since it takes me all of about ten seconds to fall asleep at night, I figure I must qualify, according to this measure. A while back I was intrigued by Jason's plan to get to bed early for one month. I like staying up late, despite the cost of exhaustion the next day. It seems to have taken its toll on me lately, though. So this week Allan and I are going to bed by 10:30 each night. We're on our third night, but frankly, I feel more sleepy (and I'm afraid grumpy) than ever. I know, I know - it takes more than a few days to make up for a year of interrupted sleep. Ack! I better run - 10:29 p.m. Good night!