We've only got four minutes to save the world!

Things are good but confusing. I don't even want to sort them out, so I'm just ducking my head and hoping time takes care of things.

Darren is camping. We won't see him until Sunday. And when I mean camping, I mean camping. He took NO food. He and his friend decided they were gonna live off the land. I voiced my opinion. I hope they catch fish.

So the kids and I are single this weekend. Party!!! Hopefully we don't get into too much trouble.

TOnight I wore a pair of Levis that I haven't worn in years. I'm proud of myself. It's a rare feeling, being proud, and I'm emjoying it.

Anna's blog is under my blogger profile. I wish I knew how to have her blog under my profile without my blog saying she was posting in my blog, because she's not. Damned blogs anyway.

I can make it an hour on the elliptical trainer at 4 m.p.h. now. I've been at that level for 2 weeks, actually. I go 4 or 5 times a week, at least. I'm eating well under 2000 calories a day. It irritates me that I've only lost 15 pounds. I guess I'm one of those mythical fit fat people. At least I'm still working out, right?

Darren has been so sick. He's even on antibiotics for the first time in our marriage. He's been a bit of a rudepants, but I think he's feeling better today.

I'm headed to Oklahoma at the end of the month! We can't afford it, but I'm going anyway. I can't wait.

I'm really just absolutely ridiculous.

This morning I watched "The Business of Being Born" and decided I really wanted to be a midwife. After about 20 minutes of finding out what it would mean education-wise in Colorado, I decided nevermind.

Then, while I was on the elliptical at the gym, I was watching the World Series of Poker or somesuch, and I decided I want to be a tournament (is that what it's even called?) poker player. I haven't had time to research that yet, though.