Living with Intention

Sometimes I think write in a certain way hoping for comments. Is that wrong? I just cannot tell you how much I love getting an email saying "anonymous says..." at which point I race over to blogger.com and immediately read the comment in anticipation. Seriously this is what it does to me! I stress this only to encourage you, not to freak you out. And if you comment almost every post and feel a bit like a stalker, do not let this stop you (Liz. Mom.). Every one makes my day.\

The nestling set in again tonight. While my banana bread (yep, thats right - ultimate nesting symptom numero uno is to make banana bread I've been told) was baking I decided that my pots and pan drawer location junk pile needed to be organized. My ultimate goal was to get this sweet old mixer Mike has to fit somewhere upstairs so we can use it on a regular basis instead of the occasional is-it-worth-going-downstairs-just-to-make-this-recipe-and-get-the-mixer. So the end result? I got it to fit!... but not in that cabinet. Too Tall. Instead, I had to rearrange two more cabinets... Not a bad thing - just not planned. I think there were sweat beadlets on my forehead. Oh, is that too visual? Don't worry, I daintily wiped it away with a handkerchief after.