About as Cute as a 3 year old Moonpie.

I am drinking some GHIRADELLI PREMIUM HOT COCOA Double Chocolate and it is so good I almost can't stop drinking it. But, I did, to tell you, dear late-night blog-reader, about it. And now it is probably cold. Nearly. Anyway, I really love all hot chocolate types, but tonight I bought the single serve, cause I have been known to take out a whole box in one evening. It is soooooo good!! I know, I am sounding completely in my tweens, but it just is, ok? I sometimes like to call it Chocolate Soup. Isn't that cute? I will heretofore be convincing you, sentence by sentences, of my cuteness, because isn't that what a blog is for?
Also, evidence of my cuteness: I cut my hair. And it is cute. Dang, blogs are boring without pictures! I can't figure out how to get my phone pics to our borrowed laptop just yet. I'm kinda lazy about such endeavors and would rather let Jesse figure it out for me. Also, I am very forthcoming, and honest and REAL...isn't that what a blog is for? No it is not. In fact, I will probably stop reading your blog if it is generally what listening to you speak would sound like. I need you to be funny and smart and inspiring and teach me how to repurpose or refurbish something. And I need you to have pictures. This is why I suck at blogging and never post more than 3 blogs per blogname. Naming the blog is really the most fun part of blogging. You think its going to be so cute and represent you so well in the world--all your dreams, hopes, and best parts...and then, after pooping and peeing on you for two years straight, it goes and does every possible thing to annoy you that it can think of. But occasionally, it is cute, so you forgive it.

I named this blog Mama Tried cause I like singing the song and I'm a Mama who tries. That is all.

It seems like I should tell you some things. Some braggy things. Some things my relatives would want to read about. Well. Hmmmm...I ran a race! A 5k . It is a race to raise money for sponsoring an adoption every year. The Titus Task. The story of how it got started is pretty hardcore. You should check into it for next year. It turns out I get a tiny bit competitive during the race. Not before or after. I ran it in 27 minutes and 6.2 seconds. That is not fast at all, but it was for me. Anderson walked alongside during the family fun run. He is not in too much of a hurry, usually. And so we were last. But I really enjoyed walking with that boy. A whole mile of looking around at trees and streams and the road. "That's a bootiful bridge, Mommy." and "Is it about to be breakfast or wunch?" Also, I saw Sara N. an ample amount of time that day. Big treat for me. And, what else? We are moving. To a new, cute 2 bedroom on a quiet little street in West Siloam. There will be nearby goats. The tree in the front yard is lovely and tossing its bright yellow leaves to the ground.