If we worked on a perfect schedule I would be just getting to go to sleep in a nice comfy hotel bed in the heart of Shanghai. Instead Amy is at home, hoping and praying Fed Ex shows up with her Visa today so we can go at noon. Me? I’m pretty certain it is not going to happen and we’ll re-schedule again for Friday. Which is ok. Well, as Long as I get back by next Thursday to go up north. I cannot even begin to type out how much I love it up there. It’s kinda like the world shuts now and I’m just me again. It is a great thing. Sometimes I miss me. I was talking to a friend this morning and we were talking about my old blog and how different it was. It’s crazy to go back 5 years and read about my life. And not bad crazy, just different. I was so much more “uncensored”. And actually now that I think about it, I kinda miss not being able to just write down what pops into my brain. t seems as we grow at MJC I also have to think a to before I talk. It is so weird to me because I know “me” and I know I would never do or say anything with the intent of hurting someone’s feelings or what not. But as things grow I am always worried someone will take it and flip it around to something it so doesn’t mean. Anyways..not sure how I got on that story.
I guess sometimes I edit myself so much now that it doesn’t even seem like me when I write. Like I sound generic. But now that I am way off my train of thought (I had sat down to write about how excited I was to go to China with Amy cuz I love her brain. She is so smart, experienced and well traveled that I cannot wait to hear all her stories and learn from her).
But now that that blog has been pushed aside, how about I open up the the comments and let you guys ask me any question you want and I’ll make a list and answer them throughout the week? I don’t think I have ever done this. It can be anything from Joe to Franklin to how the heck did Matilda Jane even start or who knows… ha, maybe how come my spelling is so bad? ha, it really isn;t, it is just I am bad at the little fine details sometimes..sometimes.