Life Quest (and other stuff)

So, I go to this coffee shop. With me, my mom-in-law, my four year old son and my 11ish month daughter. We peruse the cake fridge as well as a counter filled with cake stands. On the stands you can find bran muffins, scones and some cup cakes, all covered with glass domes. My mom-in-law selects carrot cake, I pick scones to be shared with my daughter and my boy points to a cup cake. I order from the waitress: carrot cake, scones and a cup cake, please. "Sorry, the cup cakes are only for display." Ummmm, right.

So, almost 2 years ago now (how time flies), I started a 365photos project. The plan, to take a photo a day, for a year. (365 days in a year - get it? Okay, so this year it would be 366, go figure.) Anyway, about half way through my little project, I hit a wobbly. After my miscarriage I slowly lost interest in most hobbies etc, and eventually just stopped. Can't say I'm proud of that time, but life is life, and I'm still on this little quest after all. I even took a job I normally would not consider: Fitness coach. I know, I know, as far from designer as you can get, but this was great for me at the time. It forced me to be with people - and forget about my own troubles a bit, focussing on others. It brought me through some dark days, and I am grateful for that. I fell pregnant again, and am happy to have a little girl to show for it. I'm back to design, and mostly back to being myself (although too many days still caught in "not bothering with make up"

Sometimes we have a choice. And sometimes making that choice will have no real ill effects. Choices like: what we're having for supper. Whether I'm watching an episode of Grey's or House. (Actually that's easy: both.) But then there are the choices that have no ill effects, but feels like there is only one answer. It feels like you could get it wrong. Once such choice: what christening dress should my daughter wear? In the one corner - the dress that have been passed from baby to baby, the dress that has seen many christenings, a long special heritage. In the other corner - a dress that have only seen one christening - mine. Both have meaning, both are beautiful. There is no one right answer here, so it's obvious, you say, pick the one you like best. Well you see, we like them both. A lot. We even dressed our little girl in both to see what looks best. And (no surprises here), she looks beautiful in both. So I guess we'll sleep on it. And tomorro

I haven't been playing Angry Birds lately, but hubbie informed me today of Angry Birds in Space, so losing a couple of hours to that. Also found "PhotoShop User TV" podcasts, with Scott Kelby as one of the hosts. By far my favourite PhotoShop and digital photography guru. Another way to miss my bedtime. Then an app that will actually save me time: I'm still evaluating, but I'm thinking Springpad might be the app I've been looking for. I love making lists, and Springpad allows me to make a lot of them, all in categories of my creation. Only had it the past hour, but already organised previous notes into it. Well worth a look.

My boy just started play school. He is 3 and a half, and in many ways I feel it's too young, but a chance for him to mingle with people of his own age is a very important factor. Now my fridge can also be adorned with kiddy scribbles and even a heart made it to home for Valentine's day. So reading about little Emma refusing to colour the mascot of a rival unie did make me smile, but also made me wonder... How would I react if my kid decided he wouldn't do something at school, because he doesn't "believe" in it? Where is the line between sucking it up and doing what your teacher says, coz she said so, and standing up for yourself? From what I read I'm with Emma's mom in her case. As for my own kids, as I said, the eldest is in play school now, so I guess I'm bound to find out someday...

So we arrived for our Valentine's day dinner... My lovely husband, me of course, our son, our daughter, our godson, my mom and hubbie's mom. You will be excused for thinking this to be a somewhat untraditional grouping, but V-day is about love, and the more the merrier, right? And we had a lovely time. So hubbie and I did not spend it staring deep into each other's eyes, but I can do that anytime. And I do, whenever I feel like it (he has very pretty eyes). Probably good we did it this way, otherwise I'd just over think it. Spread the love. view comic on xkcd

Blogging is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be a way of expressing yourself. Possibly a way of blowing of steam, but usually I get bored about a quarter of the way through a rant post, so not great for me specifically. But most importantly - blogging should be what you need it to be . For me, blogging is a way to get my thoughts out of my head so that I can have space for the really important stuff, like remembering the lyrics to Evanescence songs and knowing all the names of the Thomas and Friends trains my son owns. So if it is my blog, with my thoughts, and there for my needs, why do I feel guilty when I don't blog? Ask my husband and he will categorise it under my (I hope charming) brokeness - along with getting buyers remorse before making a purchase and having to run to the microwave to stop it before it beeps (can't stand the beeping). Well the answer - I don't know. Probably the same reason I feel guilty for not shaving my legs