Stuck

I can't even count the number of times over the past two weeks that I grab my computer, sit down on the couch, planning to tell the world (or more realistically my mom and sisters - since they are about the only ones who read this thing) all about my crappy or awesome day, the things that we do out here in the "cooc", how awesome I felt for making a real dinner for Mr. Warner and I because normally in-n-out is our fancy for the late night meal.... on and on and on.

But that is the thing... I just sit there... ha and think about it. I'm stuck. I end up catching up on other lovely reads that I adore, and then it dawns on me that what I have to write about probably isn't that cool to other people. I got sucked into the epitome of the blogging world. You know, being worried about what others are going to think of what you write, how no one cares... etc.

Then this morning I realized that DUH Sariah.... You didn't start this thing to try and live up to the thoughts of others, you started this for YOU! To remember the events and journeys that you go through, to let your feelings out.. etc. I had to remind myself that this is like my glorified journal. For me. (Maybe those of you out there who can get something out of it too) And then I was able to sit down and gather my thoughts and remember what I want to say on this thing anyway.

So wanna know one awesome thing that husband and I did last weekend loved???? Well I wanna tell you.

I'm sure that I have mentioned before how Sunday's are literally the most blessed day in the entire week. Literally. We have the day all to ourselves. This past Sunday we treked to Newport Beach with some of the amazing people we are surrounded by out here and it was a blast. We walked, listened to the waves crash on this fun, rocky boardwalk, and loved our lives. Take a peek.

What a day.

>>Ry