Filler

For me to be happy with this blog, there needs to be posts in between the Red Flags of the Week.  Well, here it is Thursday and I haven’t written a darn thing since last week.  Truth be told, I traded palm trees for pine trees and headed on vacation with the family up to Hume Lake. 

While there, I observed 2 very distinct groups: the staff (some in their early 20’s) and young couples (late 20’s???).  I wondered to myself, which group do I belong in?  Who do I identify with?  Should I be out on the lake with a kayak or running around chasing toddlers? Should I have packed (and by packed, I mean gone out and bought) my Capri pants (where do you even buy them, and who told every mom to get them?) with a baggy of cheerios for the bundle of joy on my hip?  My friend Stine asked, “Well, who’s ipod would you rather listen to?” and then smartly realized neither, since I was at a Christian camp.

All this to say, sometimes I feel like I’m in the wrong stage of life…but I also don’t actually want to be in the other one. –Not for the sake of being there.  My hope is that when I meet my wave link companion, it will seem like a good idea to cross over to the other stage, and worth the loss of freedom.

Speaking of the search, I decided when I started this thing that it was a bad idea to write about anyone that I’m dating, or have dated in the past year.  A couple of my guy friends said it would make for better material, and suggested I give them nicknames.

Well…I’m going to keep thinking about it and  I’ll let you know if there is anything blog worthy after tonight. Yep, I said it tonight. Tonight is date #2 with…. let’s call him s.type and see how my conscience sits with that.  

She's nobody's girl 

Cj