Blogging

I love blogging. A good blog can make a bad day much, much, much better. It's like organizing the junk drawer or washing down white cabinets after three months of not doing it. Reading a good blog is just as good. Three of my favorites lately have been this one, this one, and this one. Em and I have been friends for nine years. (Nine years?!) That was post-high-school but pre-husband/children for her and post-Missouri and pre-watercolor for me. We have enjoyed a delightful amount of life together; I love her children and she loves my paintings. We both love shoes and fabulous clothes (but she gets to wear them because she knows how), and sometimes we quilt together (yes, I know mine's not done yet.... I'm missing a critical piece. And I don't know what it is).
Ria and Bella are sisters. I've never met them, and I'm not even sure why Ria goes by Ria. I hope to meet them soon because I have fallen in love with their lives-- frankly because they are so much like mine. They say things the way I wish I could say them sometimes, but I say them this way, and that's okay.
Today I have a headache. I think I know why, but that doesn't help much. Hopefully I'm going to redesign my blog layout later (often as good as blogging, sometimes better), and read Inkheart some more. The stage for Friday's concert is now painted (thanks to Andrew, Dad and Maggie), and the wheels of publicity have been set in motion. Now we keep praying and see what happens.
Stephanie sent me this yesterday and I laughed because I have always suspected real life was a musical. Now it's proven incontrovertibly.
In other news, I went swinging yesterday and didn't get sick. This was a miracle. Thank you, Jesus. I loved it.