More Random Thoughts

Let's see......today I feel....strange. I got up this morning with every intention of going back to work. My intentions meant nothing to my mind, which devided about halfway through my getting dressed that I was unworthy to present myself to the world and that work was not such a good idea after all. So I'm at home. Again.

The weird thing is that I really WANT to go back to work. Once I go back, though, I'll get tired...and will wish for time off...and will all too soon forget this month-long sabbatical I've been on.

And I've definitely decided that scrapbooking is for me. I've been backing up ALL of our digital pictures and putting them on disks, and in the process I look at all of them and relive memories and want so badly to go ahead and get copies of them all made so that I can get my library of albums going. It's going to be great. You inspired me to do this, Becca, by the way. Even if I don't use *snap*<><.

This weekend I have to get my house ready to have Scott's whole family come for his birthday next week. They all live here in town, so it's not like they're going to be spending the night here or anything (good thing, since the only bed we have is our own). They're all coming for dinner, though, which I'm cooking myself. I've done it for my family, and I threw a bridal shower with lots of tasty treats, but dinner is different....especially for his family. His mom and sister are great cooks, so I'm a little intimidated. I've always been told, growing up and all, that cooking isn't exactly my forte, especially since my little sister is just about a culinary genious and I melted one plastic bowl (ONE PLASTIC BOWL) when I was like 7. I have it in my mind now that I don't belong in the kitchen, so it's scary to put myself on the spot and make a whole dinner for people I'm trying to impress. They like me fine.....but cooking for them is different somehow. Anyway, that's going to be Monday night. If anyone has a dynamite recipe for banana pudding, let me know.

I have a bridal shower to go to tonight, for a couple from our church. It should be interesting. She grew up in a tight-knit Catholic community but has pretty much left the Catholic church, from anything I understand, but some ladies from her church where she grew up are holding the shower. A bunch of us Quest-ers are going to stick together, lest we stick out too badly. Safety in numbers. (Does that sound bad? We just don't know what to expect.)

I think that's pretty much it. Not to mention that my poor cat has gotten extremely restless laying on my lap. I think she's trying to tell me it's time to get up. Inspired by Becca once again, I have written a completely random and probably not very interesting post for you. Sorry about that.