Posting in words

I feel like I need to do some internet venting... something I have shied away from for a while, mostly because I don't know everyone who reads this, or maybe because I know some of the few that do but oh well.
It is a Sunday night/Monday morning. I am sitting in Boy's basement using his laptop while he is playing some shoot-em-up game on the xbox (lame... if it's not Tetris I don't even bother with it).
I had a good Sunday, I slept past my church meetings I went to my childhood ward (church), I saw girls that are much younger than I am with there husbands and babies and for a moment felt insecure that I was there by myself when realized I am grateful to be at the stage I am in and how I am in it... that felt nice to be accepting of self (something I should do more often).
After church Max and I went to the park, I threw the orange frisbee (how do you spell frisbee? computer is giving me the red dotted line) and max retrieved it, this was repeated for about 20 minutes and went home, Max loves to frisbee, I love Max.
I cooked. I have found that I really enjoy cooking. For a long time I avoided cooking, not sure why but I did, but now I love to cook. I love chopping and the colors melt into eachother, the different smells of each ingredient, the time that is spent for something so fullfilling in the end and most of all I love to enjoy it with my friends... poor Claire has become my test- monkey on my frankenstien meals... thanks Claire.
Dinner tonight was yum, I made this awesome avocado and rice salad and chicken enchiladas. Boy and I laid on the couch with big tummies and talked to eachothers faces and maybe kissed them. I like the boy, I find him sweet and I like the way looks me in the eyes when we talk.

I really liked today.

It was had just the right amount of everything I needed.