On my morning commute...
I often think of all the things I want to say...
Put a keyboard to my thoughts...
Like how I didn't put an end date for my give-a-way...
Or how every morning...
Through my bathroom wall that connects to the living room...
I hear a little voice singing along to Playhouse Disney...
Special Agent Oso...
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse...
Little Einsteins...
How Keegan is still under the weather...
Yet somehow was able to make an amazing pork tenderloin last night...
Complete with sauteed onions...
Mashed potatoes...
And steamed sugar snap peas...
JUST FOR ME...
He didn't even eat...
I would have married this man for his cooking...
But fortunately he is also smokin' HOT...
Even when sick...
Which somehow reminds me I need a pedicure...
And we need a date night...
Or a vacation sans children...
But then I would miss them like crazy...
Maybe...
I read a post that talked about making your way in the blog world...
And one way was to clearly define your topic...
Good idea...
But not for me...
This blog is my outlet...
I am a mommy...
A wife with an amazing love story...
Lover of fashion...
Follower of celebrity life...
Frugal shopper...
Rookie crafter...
So rather than six different blogs...
I dump it all here...
It's who I am...
So maybe I won't find my way...
But I most certainly will have fun being lost...