RagRugs

I wore shorts, out in public, for the first time in five years. I've worn short pants, capris, you name it, but nothing above the knee. And I finally got the courage to dawn some shorties. It was lovely and breezy and I was cool. (as apposed to hot, nobody really looks "cool" in shorts)

Jogging has sucked a little lately. Mainly, I feel too damn tired. Probably because I haven't been eating right. I know I'm not the only person in this nation who feels entitled to have a greasy ass burger and fries with a soft drink and then go run a marathon house cleaning. So, I suppose, since the house really does need a good clean, I should lay off the crap. Why is eating bad so delicious?

I have some pet projects that might be surfacing soon. I want to crochet some gynormous rag rugs for the kids' rooms. I want to make them in four parts and make them detachable for easy washing and if I'm successful, I want to make one for the living room. I believe this is one of those do-it-yourself things that should be well documented on a personal blog. What do you think? Right! Go!