Say what?

I have decided I am part of a dying breed. The other day in the mall I was stopped by one of the pesky kiosk sales people and asked what phone service I had. His jaw literally dropped as I smiled and said, "I don't have a cell phone," and quickly walked away. You read right I do not own a cell phone, and neither does my husband. It is not that we are against nature, or convenience, or comfort. We have plenty of things that are not necessities, like high speed internet and cable. But strange as people may think we are, we are living proof that cell phones are not necessary for survival, not even the pay as you go emergency ones! We have traveled without them, been a little stranded without them, and yes we even go out and leave our two young children at home with a sitter without having a sure way of contacting us. Sure there are times when I think if only I had a phone right now, but there are also plenty of times I think if only I had (I'll let you fill in the blank with the luxury item of your choice). Believe it or not cell phones are just that luxury items that we all can live without. But like the high speed internet and cable who knows how to anymore? Like I said I am part of a dying breed!

p.s. I am not against cell phones, and I love many people who use them.

La..Dee..Da...Dee..Dum

I hate those times of blah, when life just seems like nothing is going right and you don't have the energy to change it so you sit and sulk instead. And while you sulk everyone else seems to be accomplishing the impossible making you feel all the more miserable because you can't even muster the strength to keep up on your new blog. BLAH!
Then again I am alive, I have my health, and I have more then my share of blessings to be happy about, so there blah, take that!

Another year already?

I distinctly remember my mom busy making dinner and my young mind wondering off, I looked up at her and said, "I am half way to 16!" We had just celebrated my 8th birthday and I was already willing myself to be 8 years older. I could not wait to be older to "arrive." Arrive at what exactly I am still trying to figure out. When is it that my thinking turned and I yearned to be younger? Funny how things change with age and perspective. Now at nearly thirty I think one day I am going to have an eight year old of my own telling me she is half way to 16. I'll smile, silently wishing she'd stay young forever, and let her dream her own dreams of "arriving". I only hope she enjoys the getting there enough to realize that arriving really isn't what it's all about.

Fresh Start

The first anything is always a bit daunting for me. I feel like there are so many possibilities, and so many ways to fail. So keeping it real simple here is my first post as I venture out in the world and hope to write something that someone will find worth while to read. Welcome to fragments of my life both past and present as I try to make sense of it all.