Journal entry 182--Worry

What 3 things did you worry about this past week?

I always worry a bit about the state of our world and where's it's headed.
I worried about being able to pull off this play I'm directing and do a great job.
I also worry about my children and whether they are making good choices, making good friends and are safe.

I try not to worry too much but these are the things that are on my mind more than others. Hopefully you didn't have too much to worry about this past week!

Journal entry 181--Seasons

Finish this sentence: When I think of snow, I think of...

When I think of snow, I think of skiing. I love to ski but unfortunately don't get to do it that often. When my husband and I lived in Utah for awhile and had no children, we went skiing all the time. It was great. Now I'm lucky if we go once a year. Another thing I think of is the time I lived in Buffalo, NY and was bombarded with snow all winter. The snow piles in our backyard were literally up to my thighs and I can't even describe how cold it was. Cold for a native New Yorker, freezing for me, a native Californian! I have to say I'm glad I no longer live in the snow. To me snow is like a grandchild. I like to be around it but when it gets annoying I get always go home to get away.

Journal entry 180--Bad Habits

What bad habits do you have that you would like to change.


I would like to be more organized. I tend to be a scatter brain and it's difficult for me to organize my thoughts so I know what to do first. This is especially true when I have a lot to do. My husband usually helps me through my thoughts by breaking down what needs to be done first. He helps me realize what things need to be done and what things can wait. I try to be organized. I'm trying to go through all my pictures and organize them. In the meantime, my room with all my pictures is a mess! I need help!

Journal entry 179--Angry!

Write about something that makes you really angry!

I get really angry when my children won't tell the truth! For example, one says the other one hit him. The other one says, "No, I didn't" Whom do I believe? It turns out later that the other one didn't actually "hit" the first child, but "punched" him. See the difference? So now I have to pretend like I'm in a court of law when questioning the child and ask questions like, "Did any part of your body touch your brother's in any way that could cause pain or discomfort?" It's so aggravating but I love them! I swear that child is going to be either a lawyer or a hostage negotiator when he grows up.

Journal entry 178--Food

What's your favorite comfort food. It can either be a food that reminds you of something or just plain makes you feel good. Why do I think chocolate is going to there for a lot of you!

My favorite comfort food is salsa and chips. Any salsa will do--hot, medium, mild, fruity, you name it, I like it! I love when the chips are either really thin and warm or super thick as if homemade. Chips and salsa don't necessarily remind me of anything or anyone, I just like eating them because they taste delicious. I have another comfort food and that's Frosted Mini Wheats. I don't know why but I've been eating them nearly everyday! They're so good with the frosted side floating in ice-cold milk. My kids think I'm addicted to them. They may be right, however, I don't think there's a Mini Wheats anonymous yet.

Journal entry 177--Advice

What is a piece of advice you can share that you learned from your mother?


My mother was full of advice that I respectfully ignored being the all wise teenager that I was. One piece of advice that comes to mind and puts a smile on my face is "don't leave the house without makeup or at least lipstick on. You never know who you might run into." Well, I can say that I do leave the house without makeup and I've never run into anyone famous or an old boyfriend. However, I've followed her advice about wearing lipstick because the older I get, the more transparent my lips become. I'll always remember my mother putting on lipstick in the car. She had at least 3 in her purse at all times. And now if you look in my purse, you'll find the same.

Journal entry 176--What do you do with a dare?

Describe a time when someone dared you to do something. Did you give into the dare or walk away? What was the dare?


When I was in Nursery School, a boy dared me to punch him in the nose. He thought that I was some meek little girl who wouldn't dream of hurting another child. Well I guess he was wrong. I balled up my girlie fist and let him have it. His nose even started bleeding. The teacher soon found out what happened and I got in trouble. I remember skirting around the table trying to act innocent while defending myself. "He told me to do it!" I proclaimed. The teacher didn't buy it and I was sent to time-out.