Miles to go

On Thursday I head to Boise to hang out with Tristin and attend a conference. From there I'm driving to Salt Lake for a day and then dashing (via plane) to DC for a couple of weeks. The trip is somewhat unexpected but not totally unwelcome. I have only one major complication and his name is Chum. He's a German Shepherd-X who came to me as a rescue. And, not surprisingly, I love him. He's been bounced around lots in his life and I need to find him a forever home. Before I leave. On Thursday.

People who need a dog, please call me!

Also, on my way home this weekend my car turned 150,000 miles! For those of you who don't know the story of my car, my Great-Grandfather bought it new in 1993. From there it was given to my Grandmother who passed it on to my Parents who sold it to me. So in 15 year, four generations of my family have owned that car. It's full of memories of all types and I love to think about my family when I drive.

Anyway, I could sit here and blog or I could go finish laundry. And find the kennel (Duke is going with me). And pack. Or I could just sit here and cry because I have way too much to do.

2009: The Year of the Abstaining

I have decided that this year is going to be all about denial of self-indulgence. How very Puritanical of me.

It's time. It's not that I don't love sugar, spending and...um...lots of other 's' words but it's time to invoke another 's'. Self control.

I know. I'm probably setting myself up for failure. But I don't really mind.

1 year without sugar. 1 year without spending on luxury items. 1 year to straighten up and fly right. Just to see if I can form the habit.

Here goes, almost literally, nothing!

And so it begins...

Tonight is one of those nights when you feel distinctly single--Family Dinner night. I'm sure you know what I mean, fellow LDSingletons. Tonight we sat in my brother-in-law and sisters home with my brother and sister-in-law and discussed birth plans which I attempted to drown out with an episode of "Deadliest Catch" which I'd already seen. Twice.

My community could hardly be considered rural. The city here is eighty thousand people and counting. The LDS community here is thriving and is comprised of a student ward and four family wards in addition to some smaller, outlying branches. All in all, not a bad place to be--except that they're all married. I know that can't totally and logically be true but intuitively it feels true. I am a lone woman in the wilderness. And slightly over dramatic.

As I was driving home I thought to myself, it's time to reach out to a larger community. So, I cam home and got on blogger--the Great American Outreach tool. I wanted to remind myself that I'm not alone in my situation, that there are other women in this situation and maybe, by talking about my experiences and struggles, I can connect with them and vice-versa because--let's face it--doing this all alone will never work and married people just don't understand.