Wordless Wednesday: Painted Sunset

I like to think of them as anti-accidents

Cub Scout Cake Auction

I had big plans to post a photo of K Man with his cake too, but I apparently can't upload more than one photo right now. Sigh. Anywho. K Man and I made this cake for his Cub Scout auction and it sold for $20. Much better than last year's cake which brought only $5.
(Not so Wordless Wednesday.)

We Should All Have Hats Like This

Winter Wonderland-First "Real" Snowfall of the Season

Fall Beauty

Downtown Rochester, MN

I Hope She Didn't Kiss This Frog

Window Visitor

County Fair

His First Tooth Fell Out of His Head

Fenced

Sunset After a Parade

The Wheel Keeps Turning

Breaking?

It's pretty bad when I even forget to post a Wordless Wednesday. It's fairly obvious I need a blog break though I'm feeling internal pressure to post here. I love my blog, but I feel my words are escaping me lately. It's been a while since I've felt connected to blogging like I used to.

I'm balking at the pressure of the posts. I'm shutting down Midwest Parents because I no longer desire the pressure of posting there along with coordinating other contributors (which I'd already actually passed the responsibility on for anyway). Who is putting pressure on me? Well, me. And I'm telling myself to shut up so that I can focus on other things. Real life things. Real life connections. Which isn't to say that the connections I've made through blogging aren't real life connections. They are, because many of the people I've connected to through this blog are friends on Facebook as well.

In all honesty, I'd like to channel what little writing mojo I have lately into writing a book. The thought is daunting. I've started two books and quit writing both before I got very far. I need to get serious with myself in many aspects of my life. I'm always busy but rarely follow through with things with the attention they deserve. I'm holding myself back.

Also I've written things for this blog that I'm reluctant to post and that's probably an indication that I'm not being real with myself either. Either I'm open here or I'm not. I suppose some of it is scary to reveal because my family and many friends read here. I don't like to be pitied. I don't like to look stupid. (Though apparently asking random people if they fart is okay in my book. I know, I'm an enigma.)

This whole conundrum makes me laugh a little because I've had comments from people appreciating my raw and real posts. It seems like there are only about 5 people who read here anymore anyway so I don't know what I'm fretting about. The only time I got a ton of feedback was when I announced I was pregnant with Ms. D (who I didn't know was Ms. D and dang that was fun).

So I don't know where Cool Zebras will go. If it stays here or not.

First and Last Day

Golfing, Disc Style

Sisters

He's a Hunk of Burning Love

Daddy's Home!