Waffling

Or, I couldn't pick a title

A somewhat busy weekend.  So much going on, I had lots of title ideas. I thought of 'Sopping wet and aching all over,' which sounded nice and dramatic, besides being painfully appropriate for this morning. Or 'I have no talent with a curling iron – or, the sadness of graduations.' That would be good, too, because I tried (note the word tried) to curl my hair for the homeschool graduation we went to yesterday, and I can really do wonders with a curling iron (as in, 'it's a wonder how bad that looks!').

Or maybe, 'Birthdays and goat cheese and what they have to do with each other' which was maybe my personal favorite since thinking about goat cheese makes me feel so nice. :)

However, waffling was the best, since I couldn't decide at all.

After that extremely boring explanation, here's what my weekend has been like:

Saturday was my birthday. It was nice, warm (82º, which I can't complain about since thunderstorms were forecasted), and we had goat cheese – with hummus, homemade chive & cheddar crackers (recipe to follow), and blackberries– for lunch.

We found the recipe for crackers here. They were a little bit strong in my opinion, but my mom and dad and sister liked them, and they were great combined with goat cheese (!! makes me so excited !!) or hummus. Note on the recipe: we didn't soak & dehydrate any of our sesame seeds or sunflower seeds and it worked quite fine. I never knew it was so easy to make crackers!

Sunday we went to graduations. It's sad to think of drama and youth group being so different without all the seniors. I wasn't that close to any of them, but it'll just be a little weird with all of them gone.

And today... (drumroll, please).... I ran (sort of) a 5k! It doesn't look as good with the 'sort of' but it wouldn't be completely honest without it... We ran, walked, ran, walked, the whole way (in about 45 minutes). In the rain. This was no light sprinkle. This was a thunderstorm. Not kidding a bit. It poured. I was soaked – jacket, pants, shoes, socks, shirt, and everything underneath. 

There ought to be a word for when your completely soaked, to the point where you think you can't be any wetter, and then you step in a ankle-deep puddle. :)

Anyways, it's been a good weekend. I've got to get back to Maurelle – I remodeled both her and her story. One major thing was that it starts with her just arriving, instead of her having been there for 5 years or whatever. I think that's better because she isn't so jaded and moody and set in her ways. I think this Maurelle has the potential to get that way, but right now she's just curious and a bit frightened. I like her better, and I like my beginning better this way.

Ta-ta for now!

ℒady Awdur