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I have decided

….that I want a pair of red shoes.

….to join the Y with the children. We would all benefit from more physical activity.

….to tell you that I have two really fascinating blog posts in mind, that I’ve been meaning to write for a few weeks now, one about Phoebe and one about Mallory, but I haven’t had the time to put them together.

….to limit my time on the computer to 20 minutes after the kids go to bed. I’m on the computer all day at work. I need to make more of the free time that I have.

….that if someone doesn’t buy my dining room furniture soon I’m just going to put it out on the curb.

….that I need to drink more water and less Diet Coke.

….that I want to take a photography class.

….that based on the number of times Mallory sneezed yesterday afternoon, spring is definitely on its way. And that, despite the allergies, I’ve never been so glad that winter is over.

Comments

aimee said…
I like those decisions. Especially about the photography class. I want to do that too one day.
6:04 PM
Chris said…
I agree with all of these except joining the y. Membership scenarios never work, they're just a waste of money, and its more time spent away from home on top of all the other things like Scouts. We're better off just taking that money and getting bikes or something, and go riding around the neighborhood.
11:09 PM
Karen said…
One can never have too many red shoes! So, go for it. The other decisions sound good too. I also have thought about photography classes but have done nothing about taking one.
8:37 AM
Anonymous said…
Just thought I would let you know that I have limited my diet cokes to 2 a week (hopefully none soon). I'm drinking more water and actually feel better. I think I have also lost a few pounds (mainly because I'm trying to eat better and smaller portions). So there you go.

Casey
12:12 PM
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