Rambling # Something or other

7pm, the sun is down and all is quiet on the home front. Only, because the washing of hair has not begun. 5 treat bags, 4 costumes, 2 parties and 2 dance lessons later, sleep is heavy on their eye lids. Long, busy, totally fun day, not my favorite kind of day at all, but good, a good, good day.

On the western front the little brother has made his rite of passage. He donned the 2 piece suit, the studdly green tie and with the entourage of family members in tow, began the journey so familiar to a majority of LDS males. The journey to Provo. And yet here I sit longing for my charcoal grey GAP sweats, and wondering if the river of tears has come to an end, or if in fact this is just the beginning.

So I ponder, what more could a girl do out of love for a brother, or a mother, or even just an obsession with the digital world than to fondly create a new blog. So, that is what I did.

And now off I go into the wild blue yonder, to reunite with my lounge wear, conquer a mounting pile of insulin, and a dwindling molecule of a snack, and to read 6 (count 'em 6!!!) of my favorite blogs with new posts, and perhaps catch one last George Lopez before we say good bye to cable. Ahhh, cable. Adieu.