so, i should start writing...and, truthfully, I've always wanted to, but now that I've got a blog, what to say? do you start with the beginning? but that seems wrong, it's 'sposed to be your thoughts for the day. except how do you understand my thoughts when they are colored by what happened at the beginning? or is that the way it's all 'sposed to go, just plunge in and swim from there?
well, considering that every last person's status on facebook is something to do with the 'crushing blow' of losing the football game in the final bit - that's what's on my mind.
i don't know how to even imagine caring. i mean, yes, if i 'had to choose' i probably would choose to have 'my team' win, but, seriously, who cares? i can't. i know that i am definitely in the minority, but i will remain in that group. i DON'T 'bleed green', sorry.
as i write this, bean, my small sweet baby, is singing to her fishes. it might be the single sweetest sound in the world. i know that as soon as i open her door and exclaim about how she woke up from her nap that the singing will stop, i know that as i open the window to let the sun in, her eyes will squint up and her mouth will go into a big smile and she'll wait for me to pick her up and for a moment the world will stop i will love her so much. and then, we'll live our day - like most days, only every once in awhile, the world will stop again.
