This is a little intimidating.  staring at a blank computer screen is a little bit worse than staring at a blank piece of paper.  I should say a little about myself, wait my 4 year old is coughing up a lung.  Okay crisis averted, he was teasing the cat.  Okay, so I am a mother, wait my 3 year old is trying to get my attention.  It never seems to amaze me how many times in a row he can say mom, mommy, momma.  Which is his latest and greatest way of addressing me.  Okay I live in Maine with two kiddos (full time), one step-kiddo (part time), one husband, one dog, and three cats.  I am a non-functioning perfectionist.  I quilt, I read and the better part of my day is spent saying, “Because I said so…”.  Obviously, my kiddos haven’t caught on to the fact that I do rule the world.  (At least the little world they revolve around in.)

My husband is a carpenter that just ventured out on his own and I keep the books for his company.  I keep them on my desk under a pile paperwork I haven’t filed yet.  I can’t find the pen I used to write on the file folders I have already created and God forbid the tabs have different color ink on them.  That goes back to me being a non-functioning perfectionist.  I am off the run errands now so we’ll see how this goes as I journey through life at an anonymous pace. 

I’ll check in later, when my brain has had a bit more coffee.