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Speed blogging.

I know, I know ... it's like we're strangers. I haven't blogged, or videoed, or updated in far too long.
If speed dating gives you a glimpse of someone's life, a brief chance to get to know them, then I think this entry could aptly be considered "speed blogging". Five minutes to learn as much about me as possible.

Ready. Go!

I really miss painting. Once upon a time I had walls. With color. Dark and rich. I'm moving into my 3rd house since marriage and for the first time several rooms are paint-able. There's something quite comforting in a blank canvas, though, and I believe I'll let them be white for a while.

If you're trying to start a small business - you must be crazy. It's agreeing to do more work than you've ever done your entire life only to try and make it possible to work far less than you've ever worked in your entire life. This is a bad plan. And if you're crazy enough to try it, there are people who might call you crazy ...  be ok with this.


We are still faithfully juicing our veggies every morning and to date I've lost 25+ lbs since July 15th. Life changes that happen slow and just become part of the norm are very ok with me. (I would never divulge this information to a stranger ... but I feel oddly at ease with you.)

Speaking of strangers, I find that I am the kindest and most forgiving to people I don't even know. While the ones I love the most are snapped at, held to a standard I don't even care for, and the grudges I carry take on the form of the Grinch; I take your stocking and tinsel so you, too, can be miserable. This needs to change.

I don't communicate when I don't know the answer. Or when I don't like the answer. People are getting married, having babies, performing on stage, struggling with illness. The question is "will you come?" and the answer is difficult to accept. I can't. I just can't. I don't want to admit this. Ever. But then I end up ignoring you because I don't want to deal with the hurt of not being able to be there. And that's worse.

I just checked my watch, 5 minutes are almost up. Not sure if I should shake your hand or hug you now ... I'll just smile awkwardly and go.

Call me?

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Maureen said…
I just love you! Congrats on the 25 pounds you will never see again from a fellow loser... :)
11:18 AM, November 11, 2011
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