Stumbling Towards Perfect

Wow. I'm not very good at this blogging thing, am I? It's hard to come up with a topic of converstaion that's applicable to the entire world wide web. (Much easier for me to ramble on and on when I know my audience.) I guess I could tell you I'm newly engaged. It was a phenominal proposal! The number one reason being HE ACTUALLY SURPRISED ME! Seriously. I pride myself on figuring things out, reading between the lines, adding two plus two together - duh! But this one blew my mind away. Blew it away in that gotta cock the head to the side and with an ultra-quizical look ask myself, "what is he doing? why is he on the ground? like, kneeling? what's he holding? i've seen that before... sparkly... a ring? why is he holding a ring? OH MY GAWD! HE'S HOLDING A RING!" Amazingly, the words out of his mouth matched exactly what I was thinking: He asked me -- ME! -- to marry him! And all this happened in the middle of the court at halftime at the Badger ga...

There are many days I wish I had a super huge whirlpool tub.... not because I enjoy sitting naked with my butt pressed against hard fiberglass while watching my skin pucker... but because I think maybe, just maybe, the noise of the jets will block out the sounds of "the everything" that intrudes on my patience and I'll be able to "settle my mind," thus making me more respectful towards my children. You know the noise of "the everything" -- kids bickering, husband saying he'd gladly put the dishes away if only he knew where they went, bills mocking you in their high pitched voices "ha! ha! you still haven't paid off your balance! you're paying more in interest than principal! ha! ha!", the toothpaste dots on the mirror teasing you because you still haven't figured out who is responsible for spraying them up there (seriously - do you really need to be THAT close to the mirror? And if you do, could you not just wipe it down when ...