Not So Super Bowl Sunday

    I admit it. No, I don't watch the Super Bowl ... never have. The last time I watched football was USC vs Somebody in the early 90s, while I was a student there (at USC, not Somewhere). So, how have I spent my Super Bowl Sunday instead? I've done laundry, prepared birthday letters for several of my Compassion kids, watched my 8 yo son beat my Angry Birds score and worked on a story.

    Maybe worked is too strong a word, as I have spent most of my time staring at the skeletal structure of details I have so far.  The rest seems to be trapped in my cranial tar pits. I guess this is what it feels like, in some way, to be an archaeologist. I can't just dive in and gouge out the story elements without damaging ideas I may need later. So I sift and sort until the right words are found. It's always worked before so I trust it will see me through this time. If not, there's always more laundry!

First Things, First

  Alright, alright. I did it. I'm blogging. I suppose that just means I'm thinking in print, aka Welcome to My Brain.  I'm no more sure why I waited than I am about why I started. Am I giving in to peer pressure? "Everyone's blogging!" Maybe. I love to read and write. I love words, sentences, just language in general. I like to think and ponder. A blog combines the two. Perfect.

  I taught elementary school for 10 years and left to homeschool my kids after my second adoption. I now have two graduates, two juniors, a 3rd grader and a 2nd grader. I have also decided to work towards my lifelong dream of being a writer, mainly of articles and stories for children.

  Here is my first public brain activity. Why is my 8 yo is trying to pour leftover potato soup (think- THICK) through the tiny spout of a gallon storage container, as opposed to just removing the whole top and spooning it out? Makes no sense.