My Journal, My Mind

I've been keeping a journal since I was 14. Once a notebook is filled it goes in a plastic bin in the closet under the stairs, never to be seen again. I keep writing in it because it helps me deal with stress and process my life, not because I have any deep thoughts or plans for world peace. Filled notebooks are never touched again--the thought of reliving all of that angst makes me antsy and a little bit queasy.

Recently I haven't been satisfied with my journaling. It was starting to feel like a whine-fest every time I sat down to write. Two articles have sparked some inspiration:

An Introduction to Journal Writing

Brian Learns to Read

For years I've been using some form of spiral-bound notebook, but my new plan/paradigm for journaling requires a change of vehicle, so I have jumped on the Moleskine wagon.

Not Related to Reading At All

My sister is dog-sitting an overweight dachshund this weekend. Its name?

Tootsie Roll.





It kills me every time I think about it. I is dork.

Two Word Summary

New job.

100th Post

Wish I had something more profound than, "ooohhh....so cute!"


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The Accessories Make The Outfit

I'm thinking of giving bookplates to some of my friends for Christmas. Some cute examples from Etsy:
Dragonflies, by Easy Life Productions
Owls, by Three Dog Party

Flowers by Le Beau

Have fun shopping!

I Was Thinking Today...

...about my favorite childhood books. What immediately came to mind were my fierce obsessions with Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy Drew. Mom even made me a prairie dress and matching bonnet when I was in fourth grade. What young girl couldn't/shouldn't relate to strong, adventurous women? Today is one of those days when I need to tap into my inner pioneer/sleuth and just forge ahead.

This Is Getting Repetitious

Another reason I'm not reading? Our new DVR. Dangerous! However, most of the weekend wasn't spent wasting time in front of the boob tube, I was actually making Christmas presents! My sewing machine is up and running again, so I hit the Christmas project list pretty hard.

Still enjoying my book, though. Read quite a bit on Friday night. It was nice to get into my comfy jammies with my book and read while the Mister stayed up way too late trying to get homework done. While I'm very proud of all of his hard work, it is making me feel guilty!

What I'm Reading

Working on The Singular Pilgrim. I loved the premise and it came highly recommended by someone whose taste in books I've found to be impeccable. Finished the intro and about halfway into the first chapter--so far it's interesting but I haven't really latched on to it yet.

I'm overbooked right now, and not in a good "too many interesting books on the bookshelf" way, but in a "how the heck did my calendar get so full" panicky kind of way. There is something scheduled every night this week and every night next week, and I honestly don't know how it happened. Clearly need to be more thoughtful with the calendar and my time management. This is a problem that I sort of thought I had licked about a year ago, but I guess this is a lesson in needing to be ever vigilant.

Two Word Summary

Stomach flu.

'Nuff said.