Yesterday when I was driving home from work, I suddenly had an idea for a novel. I "developed" it in my brain all evening long, and jotted some notes on it last night. I've never felt so energetic about an idea. It seems to have a lot of potential! NaNoWriMo, here I come! Maybe the 5th year is the charm, and I'll actually "win"!
Tonight after work, I'm meeting up with a former coworker and her family, as well as another coworker and her dad, and we're going to a "movie in the park." The movie for tonight is one of my all-time favorites: HOOK! I am so excited to introduce Bebe to it--I just know she will love it!
Sour Patch Watermelons make the world so much better. I am allergic to everything under the sun, it seems (well, OK, not EVERYTHING, but peanuts, tree nuts, shellfish, seafood, wheat, eggs, milk, soy, and all RAW fruits and vegetables), plus I avoid all HFCS. I try to avoid artificial colors as much as possible, but every now and then, I just have to cave. Yesterday, I caved. They were soooo good.
Last night I packed up a HUGE box of Bebe's old clothes to send to my niece. Besides the fact that I was shocked at how much we had that was still in good condition (Bebe is TOUGH on clothes), I found myself so sad to be parting with some of it. The dress she wore when she came to see me at the hospital and meet Dois was in there. The jumper she wore for the Christmas concert at church that same year is in there. I was surprised how sentimental I felt about quite a few pieces of clothing--but I think it's because they were things she wore during a year that was so monumental to us as a family.
I've recently re-discovered journaling as a form of prayer, and I am loving it. It's only been a little over a month, but I really enjoy taking the time before bed every night to jot down some thoughts and prayers before falling asleep.
We are going to be pet owners soon. I promised Bebe a fish as a reward for excellent grades at the end of the school year. I delayed buying her a Betta until after our vacation, but now that vacation is over, I need to follow through on my promise. Let's hope it lives more than a day.
(This one's a biggie.) Tomorrow I am going to Confession. For the first time in 6+ years. (I say 6+ because I went 6 years ago, but that was one of those parish-wide things where you wrote down your sins and dropped them in a basket and it was general absolution... it didn't feel the same.) I'm scared as all get-out but I know it needs to be done. Pray for me, please, as I prepare... and as I go.