I have had to add nearly 30 words to my “restricted” list to force the blog spammers to be moderated in comments. Otherwise, the few of you who actually read and comment here would be buried beneath tons of posts about poker, phentermine, and now, magazine subscriptions. So, if your comment doesn’t pop up right away, never fear. I will approve it if you happen to have one of the restricted words in your comment.

One of my photos is featured on the Windscreen website. It’s just a fun thing and now you know what I’m doing while I drive. No cell phone for me…oh, no…I have a camera! Eek!

Today is the Super Bowl. I’m not particularly a football fan. I love sports but football has never been one of those sports I’ve really paid any attention to and I think that’s because it was always such a big deal in school. That irritated me. There seemed to be so many other activities that deserved as much attention but they would lose funding and/or interest because they weren’t promoted as much or as well as football.

Anyway…today is the Super Bowl and I won a ticket to a premier party here in town from a local radio station. There is free food and I have the opportunity to win cash prizes. One of my friends is going also so we’re going to meet up previous to that party and then head over together. It’s at a nice hotel and their food is always good.

I want to learn to crochet. I’ve tried teaching myself. I even took two classes at my local Michael’s. I can’t get it down.

I want to learn because it’s something that the women in my family have been doing for generations. My great-grandmother crocheted an afghan for me when I was born (but I’ve never been allowed to actually have that afghan because it was claimed by my mother). My grandmother crocheted when she could. Even my own mother and her sisters crocheted. I don’t want it to be a lost art that misses my generation.

I’ve never had the biological clock ticking that I hear so much about…except that lately, I wonder what it would be like to have a baby.

I’d just like to be in a stable long-term relationship first.

It’s not even about me having the baby. I would happily adopt. There are plenty of babies out there that need a good home.

I’m lost in my thoughts today. I’m trying to figure out what it is that I want and need in life and if the path I’m on will provide those things.

I’m not sure.