I don't want to

But I do.

Please help me, I don't want to like it, but I do. How can I of such varying musical tastes put this into my collection, it's shallow and popish rhythms scream of superficiality.
But her siren song sings to my brain and the stars are blind and I like it, but will never admit it in person. Damn you Paris.

Summer

Summer is almost over. I can hardly believe it. It's good though.

My house is organized, I've pulled out the embroidery, planted flowers, trimmed bushes, gotten the deck stained, had the air cleaner fix ($70 for something I could have done myself. The air intake was dirty and making the circuit board overheat), Marc fixed the sprinklers (saving us about $200!), the house is organized and all of my files are filed. No the kids haven't really learned anything besides how to annoy one another. And no, I'm not little like I dreamed of earlier this May. But that will come in time.

I also haven't programmed exactly like I was planning either. Not that I've skipped programming, I've re-done friends blogs, but nothing intensive. Not like what's coming up.

We're writing a role-playing game. More specifically a bible based rpg. Marc's world and ideas, I'm layout and edit girl. I'll be doing some of the more business-y work as it gets bigger. It's a cool premise and a fantastic ministry calling. We were playing vampire and D&D, but Marc felt guilty about the premise behind the games. This gives us the opportunity to play something that isn't cheesy like the other Christian games currently made. It has that dark gritty feel like ultraviolet, underworld, I robot, corporation controlled future mode.

It's exciting, but a long process. The RPG is about six months from final production and the game is about 3 years from final finished product. It's daunting. That's okay because it's a goal to work towards.

Embroidery and the cat haunting

I LOVE embroidery and I'm pretty decent. I like the fact that it's more free form than cross stich and in some ways more creative.

I found a piece I had started last summer, but had put away once school started last year. I had finished all of the embroidery part, but had left the crewl work because I hate crewl. I finished it last night and now it is framed and hanging on the wall downstairs.

It's a cat haunting because Mom has had this kit longer than I can remember. Really, I can't remember her not having it. I swear it's from 1979. She gave it to me about two years ago and it's finished! Hooray, the crewl cat is alive!

Fair days

We went to the fair last night and instantly I felt seventeen again. Popcorn, cigarettes, the unmistakable smell of funnel cakes saturating the air. I wouldn't have felt that way so much, but the carneys are all my age now so the music was baby got back, push it, old guns and roses. So for the briefest instant I was seventeen walking the Marion county fair, designer jeans, smidgen of attitude meeting.
Then the Storm ride made me nauseous. So I did it again, along with the damn spaceship. Shouldn't have done it the last time. I had an incredibly hard time not puking on the floor. The only thing that held it together was the fact that I had already seen about 50 people I knew not counting my students. That would be just great, a 32 year old woman puking on the rides. The seventeen feeling left quickly after that.
The kids are finally old enough to ride the big rides and we had a blast, except for the sick feeling I got. Decker and I rode the Kamikaze, which yes ladies and gents, does go ALL the way around. This isn't the kamikaze we rode, but similar. He was fine till we got all the way upside down and saw the ground. Then the little "help me, help me's" started. Which made me laugh. We only went once. We did have a good time though. Marc saw people he knew from high school, one chick kept rubbing on him, good thing I didn't see her, I get more jealous the longer we've been married.
Right now the youngers are still sleeping off their carnival drunkeness, but will soon be awake to another unexciting day of summer.