Domestic Geek

I've blocked and/or try not to think about a lot of things that happened in my youth. As I was going through a box of Mom's old craft supplies that I had back in my craft room, I found some stuff that made me remember: I used to be a Camp Fire Girl.

I didn't even want to be one. All of my friends were Girl Scouts (Brownies). I got stuck being a Bluebird because then my sister could join, too. She wasn't old enough to be a Brownie yet. Except for a week-long horseback riding camp that I went to one summer and that I got to learn archery, I don't have any good memories of that time. In fact, except for my sister, I couldn't name a single person in that picture. We stayed involved as long as we did because it was really Mom's thing. She was a group leader, candy chairman, day camp leader, etc. I just remember being an outcast everywhere I went. I was the shy, fat girl that nobody wanted around. I hated selling candy door-to-door. I was so grateful when Mom got involved in the music stuff we were doing and we didn't have time for Camp Fire anymore.

It makes me a little sad now when I try to dredge up memories of what I accomplished in those many years I did that and I can't really come up with much. It is just one more example of having gone through the motions doing something I didn't want to do for the sake of someone else.

Happy Saturday, Everybody!

Thanks to everybody that left a comment or emailed me directly that you read my blog. I was seriously trying to evaluate if writing stuff here is even worth my time. If nobody was coming here except the people looking for the Toys 'R Us Bunny Commercial every Easter, then really, what is the point? Hopefully, in the coming months, the content here will be a little more interesting!

I've been taking some serious looks at my life and what I do day-to-day. Serious changes are in order. What I've been doing for so long is obviously not working and i'm tired of it. I may not write about all or any of it here...we'll see.

Right now, I have a craft room mess to tackle.

I have this amazingly goofy habit. Almost every morning I leave the house with a plastic glass of some sort of beverage (tea, water, etc.) to have something to sip as I drive. Everytime I get home, I totally forget to take the glass inside with me. The next morning, I move the empty glass to the backseat to make room for the new one,,,and on and on it goes until I either have to clean the car out for some reason (mechanic, passengers) or I run out of glasses in the house.

Does anybody actually read this thing besides my Dad and Marcus...or am I totally wasting my time with this?

Marcus just posted a pretty funny account of Skippy's Skunk Encounter from last week, including a couple of pictures of him during his tomato juice bath. Go check it out.