Not helpful...

I like a day that feels productive. Unfortunately, today was not one of them. I woke up with the best intentions of making it so. I guess it wasn't in the cards.

I have projects that I'm still working on: mom's throw, baby blanket, hat and booties for sister's unborn and a scarf that I'm knitting thrown in for a little distraction from the larger projects that occasionally feel a bit monotonous and are getting less and less portable due to their size.

I was also told today by "C" that I was not helpful when it was my advice she asked for in the first place. I don't believe I ever promised that my advice would always be correct. Advice is inherently subjective anyway. It is only ever correct if it's what you want to hear.

You're such a teenager!

Tomorrow, my husband and I become the parents of a teenager. Those of you with kids will get how significant that is. It's a milestone that marks how fast life is and a reminder that things should be enjoyed and valued.

Happy Birthday Carlin. We love you!

Cancel the milk carton alert.

I have succumbed to the pressure from my peers in relation to my lax blogging habits. I've decided it's time to soup up the 'ol digital camera and start the streams of consciousness a flowing. I went as far as to wipe out my old blogging template (apparently, by default, it also clears out the personal info on the page, too.) Time to begin again. I think there is something to be said for a clean slate.

Stay tuned.