cold feet.

i have cold feet most nights.  like freezing cold feet [it is a brisk 65 degrees in our room at night...fans swirling].  i start the night off wearing socks and then, by morning, they are lumped at the foot of the bed...or they're in remy's mouth because they made their way to the floor.  this annoys jake to no end because when he makes the bed [daily] he has to fish them out.  oops.

story of my life | indecisive.  socks on or off.  feet hot or cold.  lately, i've had cold feet about the blog.  like, lost sleep over it cold feet.  public or private?  who to share things with?  then, i talked to my sister [she was a little drunky because today is her TWENTY.NINTH bday] and she told me she loved the blog and she enjoyed reading every bit of it.  if you know me, you probably know i'm not a huge talker.  i don't pick of the phone and call you to gossip or update you on life's latest happenings...i may text, but i'm just not a talker.  writing i can do.  i can much more clearly compose my thoughts on paper on my mac book than i can out loud.  so my sister convinced me to share my blog [not sure about publicly yet] as a little self help/therapy tool for myself and to update family on life [and i have family on every corner of this continent]. 

so far, i think it's working...i already feel better.