Not IT, but reader has made me into a bad blog friend. I am terrible at leaving comments and it happened when I started the google reader. I still haven't figured out how "following" is any different but doing both has some blogs posting to my reader list twice which is very annoying and time consuming, especially when one of those is Pioneer Woman. (She writes some long posts!) I will have to tweak that soon. I cry a little that I am following umpteen(that's KY talk for a whole lot)blogs and yet only three people are following me. Oh well, I keep reminding myself this is all about me journaling more than my readership. The reminder goes unheard as I eagerly await responses and comments like an addict waiting for crack. Comments are my crack. Anyone else have this comment addiction? Why do we need it so bad? I have alot of "real life" friends who give me "real life" attention. I get tons of attention from my family and EVEN MORE from my pets. Surely at some point I will feel validated at just the thought of someone else reading and not need snarky comments-snarky comments are my favorite.
In other news, Erika had her first babysitting gig tonight. It wasn't a "real" gig because she was more of a nursery attendant than an on-your-own full-fledged babysitter. She got rave reviews and I am not surprised. Baby steps. I'm not sure how I will feel about the real deal babysitting, but being a helper to good friends is win-win for everyone.
I woke up this morning intent on not going to church today-just because I am still tired from all the holidaying. When Erik and the kids got up and were going anyway, I decided I should go and it was great. So great I went again tonight and I'm glad I went both times. I'm pretty sure I have gone through some major changes in how I feel about my church family because instead of feeling upset and misunderstood all the time, I now feel really blessed to be a part of such a loving and understanding body of believers. Even people who used to really test my patience now just make me smile and thank God. Mostly because I know I test the patience of many but they smile and thank God for me too. Grace, such a good thing. Grace, best served in heaping portions.