I took a picture of "Poopy" the fish. He has gastric issues. But the camera is unforgiving. I realized how much I needed to clean my fish tank (Rachel keeps telling me we need to get another "Allergy Eater"). Dang macro. It was a perfect lead in to my post about people's personal politics. The "PPP". Ah well. I cleaned my fish's home instead.
So as I sit here with my coffee and peanut butter, cause peanut butter is the only thing that doesn't...er...well...I can eat, I think about those personal politics and how it is all a bunch of crap. (funny how everything seems to relate) Anywho...I don't want to be involved in it. A girl just wants to have fun and enjoy the day. I will....regardless.
My daughter. I gush. I am so proud sometimes. I love her outgoing and generous spirit. When I was her age, I was timid, shy and held back from any involvment because I was always worried about what others would think, say. It didn't matter if it was a good thing I had wanted to do. I encourage my baby to be all that she can. If she wants to do something, then go for it. Even though, the mommy rope is feeling that tug.
Tomorrow, she is volunteering for a community event. I made sure to know where she would be, with whom and how long. She really wants to help out with it.
And so she will.
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