recurring dreams

First, I show up late to my final field hockey game after searching for my shin pads, mouthguard, and cleats. My teammates glare at me and my coach informs me that I can’t start because I haven’t been to practice in weeks. In fact, I probably won’t get a chance to play in the game at all. Then it ends.

Second, I remember, right before the final, that I signed up for a course and never attended the class. It’s too late to drop…and I just take an “F”.

Unfortunately, the second kind of happened to me in college.

You see, if I fall behind I get flustered up and {sometimes} figure that failing is better than doing something half-assed.

I’m not real good at talking to people about tough topics…I rarely, if ever, met a professor during office hours. Rather than suck it up, and go talk to my professor about what I might have missed, I would just keep missing classes.

By the time my senior year rolled around (and the reminder that my parents would only support me through four years of college) I finally got my act together and graduated. Definitely not with honors, but I graduated in four years with a degree.

stick with me

I’m getting somewhere with this.

That’s how I am feeling with my blog lately.

It’s been two weeks since Thanksgiving and I haven’t written about my parents visit. Well, I have written about it. I have an entire post written, but I haven’t gotten around to editing photos…and what would the post be without photos.

Here’s a gratuitous photo just for this post…

I am torn between the fact that part of this blog is to record events for my kids, myself, and my family and the other part that is for myself and for those of you who, without being my friends or family, have made the choice to read my blog.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE writing about my family, but sometimes I feel obligated to write about family visits and events when I would rather be writing about the awesome paint by number I found for $2.99 at Goodwill.

I feel like I dropped the ball on my Thanksgiving post, so I just stopped writing.

I didn’t finish my Thanksgiving post, so I also don’t write about my thrifting finds or Christmas preparations.

And, I beat myself up about it.

Blogging is something I love to do.

Writing about my family, design, crafts, and thrifting is something that makes me happy.

Things are still happening around here and I want to write about them.

Does this make sense?

I feel like I am rambling.

This is why I never went to talk to my teachers.

In the world of fight or flight…I tend to take flight.

Anyway, I’m going to get that Thanksgiving post up because there were some memories made.

Stay tuned…

home is…a good ramble and bad dreams.