Some days I feel it more strongly than others, the pull in a million directions. I sew. I clean. I write. I read. I think. I dream. I walk. I breath. I eat. I cook. I listen. I hope. I hurt. I hear. I know. I sigh. I sleep. I sing. I die...just a little...with ever passing day.

Regardless, I don't think many people truly care, even when I remind them that I care for them. Then I step back out of my pity party for one and go back to caring. It doesn't take much. Clearly, I am not as selfish as I should be.

I realize that every time I choose someone else's happiness over my own and they don't notice. I'll have to work on that for my next entry. Everyone needs a good smile and a little less philosophy...

Welcome! Welcome to another rare post from the depths of my chocolate-laced, crazy cranium. I hope this day finds you all well and smiling. For myself, I have a million projects surrounding me and a dozen books to read, but I thought I should recap the last week or so. I know you all want to know about my exciting days.

I went out to lunch with a friend on Thursday. She trusted me enough to let me drive. Her trust may have been fed by the fact that she had one arm in a sling since she probably has a hairline fracture :(. We stopped by our local Red Robin, which may have been a tragic mistake for all my attempts not to sugar up. Our waiter was a redhead named Finn. Well, his beard was red. Even though we forgot to ask him to cut my friend's burger in half so she could eat it one-handed, he thought to have it cut up for her. I then ordered a shake and she ordered a piece of mile high cake. I would caution you all to just plan to share a slice of the yummy ice cream cake. It was HUGE!

I also invited some friends over for game night on Saturday. I made three desserts. One of them got dubbed French Slipper Pie. I have yet another misnomer to add to my collection with Punch In the Nose Cake and Diarhea Cake. You'd think people found these treats repulsive, but they always come back for seconds, and refuse to learn the real names of them. We ended up playing round after round of Starr Fluxx. I didn't win a single game, even though I kept trying to get the cutest aliens on my side.

I have spent the rest of my time trying to eat leftover treats. Life is good.