Which one?

I have Scott's Christmas present picked out.

Black and white? Or color?







P.S. Remind me to turn the date stamp OFF on my camera. Taking it off all the pictures is a pain. Luckily this one had a lot of grass so it wasn't too bad.

Depressing.

I hate being depressed. Really. Really. Hate. It.

This time of year usually brings it on. But with the added stress of something that happened with one of my kids, evacuation, etc, etc, it just feels so much worse. I have racked up $75.00 in late charges this month for not paying bills. I could have, but there they sat. I just haven't felt like it. I owe a letter to someone and I just can't seem sit down and write.

I feel like my whole life is like this right now. I am watching it all go by but just watching is all I do. It doesn't help that my husband thinks mental illness is a character flaw rather than a health issue. Not that it matters what he thinks but it sure would be nice to have support rather than answers.

Put the kids in school then.

Throw away all their toys.

Eat off paper plates.

Blah, blah, blah.

I felt this coming on, as I always do so I have tried to head it off at the pass. I have been making sure I clean the kitchen thoroughly at night, every night. Just that one little act has helped me feel like I have some semblance of control. I also have started taking fish/flax/borage oil capsules and I have noticed a difference in my temperament with the kids. They should call them "No Yelling Pills" because I haven't been. YAY!

In other, less depressing news: nope, can't think of anything.

Dear Diary,

I have several old diaries stuffed on top of my bookcase. They are hidden up there because they are from my Junior High and High School years. I don't know why I have them. I am pretty sure there is nothing edifying in them. The few times I have read through them in the recent years have made me blush and feel downright embarrassed.

I hate to throw them out because they symbolize who I was at those times. Yet, I don't want to imagine my grand kids finding them in a dusty old box and poring over my most intimate of feelings and experiences. Is that what I want my legacy to be?

Would/Do you keep things of that nature?

I finished.

Last night I stayed up way too late to finish the last Harry Potter book. I didn't have much of an opinion one way or another on the books before starting them. Macy has read and really enjoyed them so I thought I would give them a try.

From the very first book, I was drawn in to the world of Harry, Hermione and Ron. The books are fantastically clever. Written over 17 years, they are well-thought out and flawless.

I laughed at myself sometimes when I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see what would happen next. The books were definitely page-turners. They were hilarious, brilliant, irreverent , and magnificent. Lots of laughing out loud.

Ultimately, though the books were a tale of friendship like no other, redemption and ultimate sacrifice. I wept at the end(and other places in between) as the story unfolded and people paid the price to pave the way for what must happen.