One: Lofty Goals

I am not (typically) one to brag, but I am pretty sure I set some kind of Words With Friends world record.

ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE POINTS.

I was so proud in fact that I googled how to do a screen shot on my iPhone so that I could capture the moment. Since my mom is an English teacher, she must have friends that play 143 point words all the time because I didn’t so much as get a “Good Job” instant message out of the play.

I sat for a good hour with a smirk on my face waiting for a phone call or congratulatory balloon bouquet to show up. Then I started thinking that maybe she played RUT too soon and didn’t realize that I HAD JUST SCORED 143 POINTS. So I sent her an email with this picture. She actually beats me all the time, so this was clearly just good luck and good letters.

But it is good luck that should go into the RECORD BOOKS.

In other news, I’m Back. And not only am I back. I am going to make a promise that I will soon regret.

My promise: I am going to participate in the 365 days of pictures project and post a picture every day. I can’t guarantee that they will be riveting posts…or breath taking pictures…or even that I will really follow through with this. But I will try.

Even through the soon-to-be-craziness of having a newborn.

And the time it takes to yell threats calmly count to three at two small boys who refuse to get out of the car in a reasonable amount of time.

And managing my Words With Friends high standards.

Warning #1: The pictures will not be in chronological order and might be anything from Disney World...to home renovation…to Jeff performing surgery on a parrot. It’s not always interesting around here, but sometimes it is really interesting.

Warning #2: I am known for setting unattainable goals. The only difference is that usually they revolve around diet and exercise. Like that one time I ate nothing but cereal and slim fast for an entire week. Or that year I vowed to run a 5K every month and revised my resolution after the January “Too Cold to Hold” run with Mica. In our defense, it was freaking COLD at that run. Plus “running” wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when we got lapped by a 300 pound man and 7 year old girl.

The point is; there will be no crazy dieting or exercising in the next 4 months so I am focusing my energy on lofty blogging goals.

You're welcome.

And just as the boot camp instructor held me accountable for those long, excruciating three weeks before I quit, you can too. Please feel free to send me a note and remind me of my promise if I seem to fall off the wagon again (ahem…Betty, Kellie’s mom & Kristie, Mica’s twin).

Anyone want to take bets about how long I will last? I work well under pressure.