One: I don’t think anyone really reads through these things.
Two: Even if someone was, I have relatively little that I feel the need to hide from anyone.
Three: I am open with people to a fault.
Four: Where is the delete key?

On the one hand, I feel like this should embarrass me. However, the other hand wins out: it is who I am. I am not going to be embarrassed by who I am, despite what I may have said earlier in this entry. Come to think of it, it’s rather odd to essentially say in one breath that I put on a show for potential friends because I’m afraid of being myself; then in the next breath I assert that I’m not afraid to be myself. What’s up with that. Maybe I’m not afraid to be myself, so long as I don’t have to do it in person. Is it any wonder that I send so many e-mail messages while I’m at work?

There is little I can fault with the weekend that just past. It was relaxing, but not overly lazy. I got some things done that needed to be done, but it was not so much that it took over the entire weekend. I went to that Bucs game, and it was pretty cool. It’s funny to find myself saying that about a game where my team got crushed, but it’s the truth (I had fun and the Bucs got crushed, but I’m referring to the good time I had). On Sunday I slept in about as Late as I have since Beth was born. (Have I said that here before? I’m getting an overwhelming case of deja vu coming on.) Beth was mostly on her best behavior, and Cheryl was a little more relaxed. Cheryl being really sick had something to do with it, but beyond everyone being low key there was a sense of serenity in the air. I feel a little bad admitting this in light of Cheryl being under the weather, but life was good. No Cheryl, I’m not taking pleasure in you discomfort, it just seemed nice, the pace a little slower. This is where I dig the hole deeper and Cheryl retorts, “I’m glad it was relaxing for you while I ran around all weekend doing chores – while I was sick no less!” This is not to say that I did nothing, I did seem busy at times. The key was the pace was not frenetic.

How do you make a new friend? You would think that little effort ought to go into the process. I think that some may work too hard at it when the opportunity arises. I think it is because they work at it that they sometimes fail. This is something about myself that I would like to work on.