a bit camera shy...

So, at Aimee's suggestion, I attempted to take pictures of Binker. Turns out he can move pretty fast when he wants to and he had an aversion to the camera, so I have a lot of little blurs :)

But I found these photos out on the web to give you an idea of what he looks like.

Yep, Binker looks like that, 'cept he tends to curl his "tail" around a bit to his left side.

And this shows you how tiny they are... not much bigger than an M&M.

Cute little guy... but like I said, don't startle them... some of them are so small they can't deflate. And that would be rather tragic. I don't want Binker to puff up if he can't puff down :)

picking on the little guy...

It has been a week and I haven't posted. And I like to post more often than that, but as you may know, I want to have something witty and funny to say or I won't post. So I'm in that delicate place of not having anything earth-shattering to talk about nor something funny to mention, but a gnawing urge to post. So here I am.

I guess I could point you all to the news about the Peru earthquake. I am thankful that none of our sponsored children are in that area, but I have a lot of friends there in Lima. My prayers are with them.

I could tell you about my new fish, Binker. He got a name because he is so small and, as a friend said, "he needs to compensate". He is a dwarf puffer and he is adorable. Granted, if I scare him, he might puff up and then not be able to deflate. This would be fatal for him. So no scaring the fish!

I'm sure there is something else I could talk about, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe I'll be more poetic tomorrow. For today, I'm just me, sojourning through the day, waiting for the amazing to happen.

that does it!

Micky D's went and did the unthinkable... they raised the price of my favorite breakfast item. Yes, they went there. So, I'm going here. The new price (which is a whopping $2.69) is ridiculous... yes, I said it. No single breakfast item from Micky D's is worth that much... and even their .69 extra large drink doesn't make up for it. So, from here on out, no stopping at Micky D's on the way to church on Sunday morning. Nope. From now on, I'm buying the pre-made, frozen breakfast sandwiches. It is way more cost effective not to mention I won't waste any more of my time in the eternally slow drive-thru (that is a whole other subject).

I will miss my yummy Sunday morning treat (not to mention the extra caffeine boost) but you have to draw the line somewhere, and I drew it at $2.29.

randomness...

Because it is really late (or early, depending on how you look at it) and I'm wasting time...

8 Random Things about me...

1. I have been known to order a hamburger with no onions at the same time as an order of onion rings.

2. I can type 80+ words a minute, which comes in handy when having word wars with my writing friends.

3. I can crochet and knit, but only simple things (scarfs, hats and blankets).

4. My favorite jam/jelly is chokecherry from this family in WY... it rocks.

5. I have written two novels, a screenplay and many other short works (and works-in-process).

6. I can touch my tongue to my nose.

7. I hated the color pink while growing up, but in the last five years, it has become one of my favorite colors.

8. If I could have any pet in the world, I think I would have a giraffe.

down in the funk...

I've heard a lot of talk lately about being in a funk, depression and what not. It happens to the best of us. And yes, it happens to me.

I found out a few weeks ago that one of the guys that I was in PC with decided to ET (early terminate). It stuck me pretty hard. He was one of the guys that I thought was really cut out for PC, he was level-headed and easy to get along with. I had a lot of respect for him (and I couldn't say that about everyone in the group). He is leaving because it's just not the right place for him to be. I know that feeling. I'm not sure why it hit me but it did.

And then I realized that I've been in a sort of funk since I came home. I haven't really talked about it with anyone because it is hard to put my finger on. And there isn't really anyone who knows exactly what I went through in Africa. Seeing Dara last month helped, and talking with her, but other than that, well, it's kinda lonely.

The good news is that thanks to CleanPlace (the teen writing forum), I'm starting to find some sense of purpose again. Granted, it complicates things like future plans, but what doesn't?

Am I any closer to understanding my life? No. Do I have any idea what I'll be doing in six months? Not a clue. But that's okay. I'm still in a funk but I'm sure it won't last forever.