It’s funny for me to think that for almost two years I wrote a blog post practically daily and yet for the last two years I’ve been averaging one or two a month. I’m not sure if it’s that I have less time to write or I have less things to write. Or maybe, it’s a combination of both.

Oh I still think, boy do I think. But my thoughts are often left to rattle around in my brain than to go from pen to paper, or in my case, keyboard to screen. I do miss writing though. For being a more analytical, practical, administrative type person, writing always seemed to be my one creative outlet. It was a place for all the thoughts, questions, ideas, etc. that crowd my ever turning mind to find release.

So, I’m going to try to write more. Trust me it won’t be a post a day, I’ve got too much going on for a goal like that. But maybe just a post a week. So if you’re still out there internet I’m going to start speaking again. And if you’re gone, that’s ok, honestly I never wrote for you but more for me.

Since the 12 hour time difference between China and Texas has led to many a late nights watching the Olympics I’ve had some time to ponder what event I would be able to compete in if I had a chance at a slot on the Olympic team.

Running is most definitely out. I’m more of a turtle than a hare.
Swimming is probably a no-go since I never learned how to breath and swim at the same time.
Gymnastics has no chance since balance is my mortal weakness.

Hmmm what does this leave? Weightlifting – nope, fencing – good idea but not sure I have the skills, maybe I need to look at the more non-famous sports.

I found it! Yep, I know what I will try out for next Olympic go-round. I would be perfect as the person that yells out “STROKE” in the crew competitions. I’m loud, I can keep tempo, and it requires really only those two things.

So in four or maybe 8 years, I might have a medal in hand for being the best yeller to keep time there is in the world.

In my case . . . . BOTH!

My mom is throwing a wedding shower for her best friend’s daughter and I am the go-to expert. This expertise is assumed by my mom because as she says, “You’re young and always going to parties, so you know more than me.” By the way, I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear my mom say “you know more than me”, though I wasn’t imagining it to be in relation to showers.

Last night on the phone, she mentioned an email she had sent me with some information on invitations. Then she commented “You’ll probably blog about me after you read it.” With a comment like that, how could I not?

So today after reading the email, this line stuck out to me “since I’m quite anal and long winded – you might want to print this email (sorry about that)!” Ha, if you know me than you know that sentence is pretty much a great description of me too.

So if there is ever any question . . . . I am my mother’s daughter.

Ok, so being a Children’s Ministry Director doesn’t come with a whole lot of power and stature. But there is one week where I inherit ultimate power with endless possibilities. The type of power that allows me to require my co-workers to dress up in crazy costumes that include gold jeans, leather pants, and shiny lizard-skin shirts. Now pull your mind out of whatever gutter you’ve found yourself and realize that our VBS theme is about special agents in space. Hence the gold, leather, and lizard skin.

Obviously since it only happens once a year, I’m getting lots of pictures of this hilarious event. Maybe I’ll use them as blackmail for a new playground or more cheerios. Hey, a girl’s gotta use what she has available to her.