Pinterest . It's kind of like crack in the way that it just won't let you let go.
Pinterest is a lovely site.........hey I should be getting paid for this advertisement! Pinterest is a site where you can catalog, or pin, pictures of your other obsessions that aren't Pinterest. I've been pinning crafts I woud love to do, but who am I kidding, never will. I have been pinning food that I might make a fraction of. I have been pinning interior design for the mansions that I will never own, nor will they have enough bedrooms, bathrooms, living rooms, kitchens.....or doors (how I love a good door! MMM) for that matter, to ever fit every dream I have. I've pinned a zillion funny things or awesome quotes to live by that I savor for that second and then go back to that comfy place in my little dark heart where I don't really live by a higher standard of sweet sentiment. I've pinned fashion out the wazoo. I love pinning. Oh the high I get.
Somewhere in my stone cold soul I believe there has been a glimmer of insight. I think this pinning thing is making me a bit covetous. Well super covetous. Is that bad? I want to be crafty and chic. I want to look glamourous. I want to eat wicked yummy food. I want a mansion. Is this another satanic ploy to waste my time and dull my senses? Probably. Sometimes I tell myself I am only allowed a certain number of pins...but I never keep to it.
I'm not saying I'm stopping. I'm not saying you shouldn't start....well because I could really use some company here. I'm just saying I might have recgonized my control is slipping in another area.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
We started out together at such a young age. We were together so often. You were there when everyone hollered at Grandma during lunch and made me cry. You were there when I spent 19 years in school and I wanted to be home. You've been with me on dates, with every church calling I have ever had, through all of the pregnancies, with each job.......from the one with cold calls to the ones where people could die at my hand. You stuck it out through renovations and house building. We have paired up for delights such as homeschool and living with a police officer.
I'm afraid this may come as a shock, or that you will be upset and feel that my actions and feelings up to this point have not been authentic. I feel that it is time to break up. There.......I said it. We are no good for each other. I want to have some space and find out who I am. You put so much pressure on me. I feel like I am smothering. Who are we without each other?
I hope you read this soon. It would hate for you to find out on Facebook, when I change my status to <3 single.
I will put your things in a box on the front step.......Tylenol, chocolate (what's left anyway), Coke, the bitten nails, 2 white hairs plucked this morning, Tylenol PM, the journals full of swear words, and the acne ointment. I am keeping the shelves of books that you caused me to buy and the soaking tub as I cannot remove it.