The Karen Chronicles

I've just read Noelle's blog, so I'm not going to gush about my valentine's day. It was a modest celebration on our part.(Jim & I) But no less meaningful and charming. I'm not one of those women who demand to be treated like some queen and get the expensive treatment.(Hotel rooms, dinner at a fancy resturaunt, jewelry, chocolates, etc.) We have our own little quirks and sentimental values that make it unique/special.


BUT--
Aside from that. ...I'm reading more. I'm entering week 3 as a non-smoker. If-- no, WHEN I make it to Friday without a cigarette, I've got a pint of Butter Pecan Haagen Daas I'm treating myself to. It'll be the longest I've ever been without a cigarette.

I was flipping through my journals today. Jim tells me I've got a knack for writing and invited me to read entries to him. They're just journals. But Jim says they're well-written. Some day when I'm a famous (possibly posthumously) They'll take my journals and these blogs and put them in a book. "The Lost Writings of Karen Marie" or "The Karen Chronicles". Ida know. Like Noelle said, it doesn't cost a thing to dream.

I managed to get Sarah to get a sheet cake and New York Vanilla Ice cream. It was an answer to a craving I was having. But I cleverly disguised it as: "You really didn't get an official birthday cake, did you?"(Sarah's birthday was last week) So my craving for sheet cake has been answered. And Ice cream. Sarah warns me this is counter-productive. But it was a request that needed to be answered. Comfort is promised just beyond that ripple of yellow frosting and spoonful of frosty cream. Oh boy oh boy. Now I gotta get some ice cream.