Campfyre Stories

Part of me wants to write a message to my baby brother as he graduates from High School, but since he doesn’t really read my blog, it wouldn’t really be for him.  I think I’ll save it and put it in a card.

Part of me wants to write as a proud mama and talk about how Spawn played in his school’s talent show, but I wasn’t there and he doesn’t really like my telling his stories when I don’t have the full information.

Part of me wants to complain about the bad stuff, but there’s not an overwhelming amount of it.  People I haven’t seen in a while ask me how I’ve been and I answer "Really good and really bad…  at the same time."  There’s not really an average in the middle ground, it’s just a combination of good and bad and they are keeping separate.

Part of me wants to write about party season and how busy *everyone* is.  How people are amazed when I start telling them all the stuff I’ve been up to and all the stuff I have planned, but then they say "Huh.  You know, I’ve been going to a lot of parties and events, too…" and realize that I’m not all that much busier than they are right now, they just hadn’t really thought of it.  But that would turn into something else entirely, I already know it.

Part of me wants to just not post today, but there’s no good reason fot that.

So I’ll just list off all the things I’m not blogging about and the reasons why and leave it at that.