The little things that count...

That was the sound of me jumping into the deep end. Again! Today I signed up as a freelance writer on an international freelance work site.  I'm not sure if it was in a moment of bravery or stupidity.  And now I'm consumed with FEAR! Fear of what, I'm not entirely sure.  It may be because I'm suddenly not so sure I'm that much of a good writer... even though countless people has told me to pursue this direction.  Maybe it's fear that I already have so little time in my day to devote my time and effort to (jobs, family, children, studying, crafts etc etc etc)...

I still do not no understand why the "funny bone" is called the funny bone. Its not even a bone! Its a nerve! And I really don't find it funny when I bump it- I guess the name came about because usually when you bump it, its a weird kind of feeling... But when the pain seers through you and you feel like you're about to pass out from the pain- its really not funny.  I bumped mine so hard yesterday my hand was lame for about 10 minutes following the bump. Its still sore now. So what Miss Clumsy do...? Bump the same ULNA NERVE on the same bathroom towel rail today. Typical. My clumsy nature is inherited from my mother.  My sisters inherited it from her too.  My children have inherited it me.  I supposed somebody has to provide the giggles now and then...