Apparently, I suck at this.

On one hand, I'm pretty sure only two (maybe three) people read this. On the other, the point, or at least one of the points, of this blog is to get me writing. So what have I been not writing about for over a month?

I've been attempting to build a website. Not as easy as I'd hoped. I've also had a whopping two commissions to work on every night after the girls are in bed. And then there's unearthing what I fear is the Trekkie in me. Oh and baking. Some attempts at baking. And some successes also.

What I have not been doing is being very active. Brings to mind a Scrubs episode. (Readers should know that almost everything in my life somehow brings to mind a Scrubs episode.) Where the Janitor and Ted become environmentalists and Elliot decides to put on weight with her patient. Carla tells them at the end that it's human to be excited about something and then get complacent again. Sure, I've joined a few website news lists and signed a few petitions. I watched Food, Inc. And I've held strong against the force of exorbitant prices and bought organic food. I just haven't actually done much. Complacency. Another purpose for writing here.

Also, as I've been trying to marry my tree-hugger spirit with my fear of fluttery things and dying from various uncommon outdoor disasters, I took the family for a hike at John D. MacArthur State Park. The walking trail was sufficiently rugged, unbearably hot and humid, and, unfortunately for my less than vigorous approach to taming my butterfly fear, infested with Florida's state butterfly. In my defense, I did make a second attempt at the hike after I'd dug a beach towel out of the car and draped it over my head. In my...not defense...before I got to the car I was cowering on the ground bawling and begging Danny to help me. Colson was super sweet about it, though, and for our second round walked beside me holding my hand so I wouldn't be scared. The mosquitoes were pretty stoked about the feast we'd laid out before them, which is why said round two was also short-lived. Then we went to the beach like real Floridians.

So, the baking: homemade graham crackers. First attempt, not so good. Second try, epic. They are delicious. Nabisco can kiss my unpreserved, honey sweetened, unhydrogenated ass.

The Trekking...We'll go there later. Suffice it to say that Spock may have my heart in a Vulcan death grip. Wow, did that just go way beyond nerdy? I think it did.

And finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it looks less like light and more like Godiva chocolate cheesecake. Less than a week left and going strong. Can I get a "you're awesome" please?

Live long and prosper.