And away we go!

So, I've been following my friend's blog for a little now, and I'm curious if I can find it as theraputic as she does. Of course, I don't think I want to write one of those blogs that bore everyone to death, or whine about all my problems. I guess I'll just have to see where inspiration takes me.

I could talk about how Shawn almost burned the house down last night, but he has requested that I stop talking about and telling everyone the story. Little does he know that I've already told everyone I'm going to tell. At what point is the line crossed between telling funny/scary/sad tales about your kids life lessons and dragging them down? I know for me, it's partly to get reassurance from other parents that all kids do things like this and survive. Sometimes I worry that Shawn is never going to make it to 18 after pulling one stunt too many. Is this just what parenting a boy is all about? He is our ER kid. The last time we were in there, the triage nurse asked if I had any reason to fear for his safety. I explained that "no, he's just a boy". He hasn't been to the ER in over 2 years and I'm getting a little nervous.

I rode my bike to and from work today. I thought I was going to die. I didn't realize how out of shape I am. I was aware that I had gain weight (obviously, as most my clothes don't fit), but it was a rude awakening this morning. I could lay the blame on my leg injury last year, but mostly, it's a result of laziness and lack of motivation. I haven't even been cooking much. If I don't cook, I don't eat right.

I LOVE to cook. The creativity that comes with cooking and baking is a blessing. I also find it comforting. I love going to bbqs and dinners, as it gives me an excuse to try new recipes. Although, I'm still struggling with St. Patrick's Day. I like to concentrate on the presentation just as much as the flavor. God Bless the Food Network.

Okay, I've just read back over this and it's a bit of a ramble. I hope to get better.