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1. Life is full of things to do and thoughts to sort out* and those are the two things that keep me from blogging. Neither is showing any let up, so who knows how much I will post in the rest of this month. Also, WHERE DID OCTOBER GO?! It's pretty much over, according to my calendar.

2. On the weekend, my older brother mentioned how he was pleasantly surprised by the message behind Lil Wayne's How to Love. Even this brief comment was enough to get that hook in my head. (Earworm: the only type of bug I like more often than not.) Well done, Lil Wayne.

3. I have a dilemma. A ways back, I gave myself a little challenge that was actually quite fun for awhile. But now, I'm not sure my motivation is  healthy anymore. Or if it's even possible to complete it. But I don't like to be a quitter. And time is running out while I hem and haw and stall. What to do!?

4. Tomorrow I leave for a weekend of celebration in Vancouver and Whistler. It is the birthday of my delightful friend Laura and we are congregating to party like the world is ending (apparently that is the weekend after). There will be pedicures, new dresses, mingling, slumber parties, dancing, mountains, laughter and tears. I expect I will have a fantastic time.

*I'm back to Beth-ing things up. After a brief respite this summer, my Beth-ing has returned better/worse than ever...(and why can't I find the entry where I made fun of this over-analysis of my life? Or did I only imagine blogging it?)


Thom said…
You mentioned Beth-ing things up in this post:

Note: I found that using the search box at the top left, not a mental catalogue I keep of all your blog posts, I swear.
Beth said…
Um, I feel like a tool; I searched using that same magical little box but COULD NOT FIND IT. Sigh.

Thanks, friend. See you in 2 hours.

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