stiff and creaky

• Okay, you can stop with the hate mail. I didn't sleep with the guy and even though I did "sneak out", I was nothing like the Musician and I did not cheat...in my heart or concerning my vows. Shut up already.

That's over with. Now business.

My life has turned...gone back, resumed it's normal suburbian houswivery...is that a word? Anyway, it's back to PTA, my minivan, and hustle and bustle that most people think is boring, aimless "housewivery". :)

I don't talk often of my family...usually my dribble comes from whatever is floating or spinning around in my head. I share things that are usually not said out loud. I bet if you saw me, or met me at a bbq, you would be like, "she's Lynn?!" omg. "You're nothing like your blog."

I'm a secret agent...with a secret mission and a secret identity. How sweet is that kind of life. It's okay until lines blur and you forget what the hell you were thinking when you wrote out bits and pieces of your real life and your imagination meshes, (I love this word) with reality. It's scary...because when people you know from real life...start talking to you about your blog, you forget that you wrote it out somewhere. No, they can't read your mind! haha.

For a while there, I got kind of nervous. Someone who is very close to my Musician at his work found this blog. And they read it...and they mentioned it to me in passing. Because they know I like to blog and they know that I love knowing a new url to check out. How kind of them. How frickin' scary. So, it was nice to take the break and evaluate what was what and how much of my real self I put there. I wonder if they're reading this again? Hmm.

• I love my ipod. I can't seem to get over my love affair with it.

• Learning how to cook is really easy. Making things to eat is probably the most comforting motions you can do after a long hard day...being a mother.

• I recently donated like 6 large bags full of almost new clothing that belonged to us to Goodwill. Clothes that just sat in our closets. I cleaned them all out and now my closets and every single bit of laundry are done in this house right now. What a feat. I should be congratulated...unfortunately, most people are concerned with peace in Iraq, and 3rd world adoptions to care that my closets are pristine and everything is hung to perfection. Oh well. That is what makes my world spin today.
  

• I feel old. I want to feel young again. I want to feel tight, sparkling and smell like new car. Instead, I feel grainy, unshowered and dry.

• I am sorry that there is so much rambling and not much content to this post...it's my first after spending the last few months writing a story. :P

PS. i remember that time you told me that you were curious about every detail about me. and when i wrote about making chicken for dinner, you were pleased. i thought about that again recently and realized that writing about anything, even if it's just what you're making for dinner is writing, and it keeps you rolling right around so you don't get stiff and creaky. thanks you!