Tell Us Everything...

Everything. OK! I'll talk! In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... When my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... But the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.

Starting a new journal (or blog) when you don't really have one you're continuing from is quite overwhelming. It's always a where-to-begin kind of puzzle. So, I'll start with this week. I always tell Dave, "We go from here," and I think the advice applies to this endeavor.

This was a rough week. Sick people. Some at work, some at home. It really puts everyone behind. It means I'm behind already when the week hasn't even started. Thank heavens I haven't been one of the sick ones. ;) Wednesday was the first day Dave was hit hard by the flu. I worked all day, only to have church obligations after work. It gutted me that I couldn't stay home to relieve Dave. I was able to enjoy going to the temple with the youth though. I am glad I went. I needed the little lift it gave me that allowed me to stay sane through the rest of the crazy week.
And we go from here.