Today was an enjoyable day for me. I got to take a trip down memory lane. As many of you know, Lynne over at And Babies Make Six and I are good friends. Great friends, actually. Well, her husband is in the hospital so she needed someone to pick the kids up from preschool so she could stay with him. Since I was home "sick" today, I was glad to help.
So when we got home, it was a beautiful fall day out, they just got a new swing last week for their birthday, and the first words out of Austin's mouth were, "Can we play outside today?" And who am I to be a spoil sport. Of course, we can play outside, Austin! So outside we went.
And we swang, and we played in the sand, and we played on the Little Tikes climby thing, and Tyler and John "hiked" through the woods (I mean shrubs...), and we swang some more. And as we were swinging, and the boys were calling to me from the top of the fort, my mind wondered.
It seems like only yesterday that Youngest Child and I were swinging in our backyard waiting for OC to get off the bus. It seems like only yesterday that I took YC to the park for the first time to feed the ducks and play on the baby slide that was way too big for her. It seems like I have only blinked a couple of times since the girls used to love to go out in the backyard and play in the sandbox together. Now, getting them to do anything together is quite an accomplishment. One of YC's favorite things to do was wait in the driveway for the school bus. We would go out extra early so she could get in plenty of bike-riding time before OC got off the bus.
So as the babies were swinging, and Austin was saving the world, I was walking down memory lane. How quickly I've gone from "Will my girls remember this?" to "I hope my girls forget about this one". Where have those days gone? The carefree days of play dates (for moms as well as the kids), spending mornings at the park feeding the ducks, story time at the library...far be it from me not to have the most well-educated child on the block.
When did it get to be school/homework/dinner/bed - and wake up tomorrow so you can do it all over again? Where has all the time gone? The girls have gotten older, but I certainly haven't. So enjoy the swing. Swing them high, swing them low. But by all means, swing them. For you, too, will blink your eyes only once or twice and they will be in high school and middle school, you will be the dumbest person on the planet, and they will need your help for nothing other than driving them somewhere to do something with someone they like.
Enjoy the swing, babies...and happy birthday! (Maybe by the time you're 30, I'll quit calling you babies!)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
100 for 100
This post has been a long time in the making...just over a year, actually. But one hundred little-known, boring facts about yours truly. I promise it will be boring, so if you want to stop reading now, I'll understand. If you're nosy like me and just like to know "stuff", keep reading.
1. I've been married to Dear Husband for 16 years
2. It has been a wonderful sixteen years
3. I am married to my best friend
4. Oldest Child is 14, Youngest Child is 11, The Dude is 23
5. I teach fourth grade in a public school
6. I love teaching fourth grade in a public school
7. I worked as a secretary for a major athletic company for 7 years right out of college
8. I was a stay home mommy after Youngest Child was born
9. I wasn't a very good stay home mommy
10. Being a stay home mommy is, by far, the hardest job I've ever had
11. Midnight, the black Lab, will be sixteen on October 18th
12. Midnight was DH's Christmas gift the first Christmas we were married
13. Montana, the black Lab, is seven
14. We got Montana to lessen the blow because we knew Midnight wouldn't live forever
15. Midnight may very well outlive Montana
16. Spencer, the black Lab, is 4
17. We rescued Spencer from an abusive relationship
18. When Spencer first came to live with us, he wouldn't go near DH
19. Spencer has come to love his life of luxury and his unfortunate beginning is far, far removed from his brain
20. Reggie the cat is 5ish.
21. Youngest Child used to have trouble substituting "W" for "R"
22. Youngest Child began speech therapy in kindergarten
23. Reggie the cat is quite happy YC started speech therapy at such an early age
24. I don't remember a time in my life when I didn't believe in God
25. My mom died when I was four years old
26. You never truly get over #25
27. My favorite sport is Nascar
28. My favorite driver is Dale, Jr.
29. I lived in the same house the first 20 years of my life
30. I only went to one elementary school
31. I love to go camping
32. My students think its "cool" that I have a dirt bike and a 4-wheeler
33. I love living in the country
34. It's not really "country"; its not in a subdivision. It's off the beaten path
35. I've actually borrowed a cup of sugar from my neighbor
36. I wish I was in better shape
37. I have good intentions of walking 30 minutes daily
38. You know what they way about good intentions
39. I love my mother-in-law
40. I was sad when she moved two hours away
41. I like high school football games
42. Karen Kingsbury is one of the best authors I've ever read
43. I'll be sad when her last series comes to an end
44. Could this list get any more random than it already is?!
45. I am a good friend to others
46. I put up a wall around myself that hinders me from letting others be a good friend to me
47. It's hard loving with everything you have
48. You get hurt a lot when you practice #47
49. Sometimes it's hard to forgive
50. It's always hard to forget
51. One of my biggest college regrets is not joining a soriority
52. I didn't think I needed #51
53. I hope OC and YC join a soriority
54. I hope they choose a good one
55. I would love to live at the beach
56. I hate airplanes
57. If I never fly again, it will be one day too soon
58. I have vertigo
59. I think #56 and #58 are connected
60. My vertigo is triggered by stress
61. I'm a control freak
62. Blogging relaxes me
63. Painting rooms relaxes me
64. I have repainted almost every room in my house
65. I love sitting by the fireplace on a cold, rainy evening
66. I hate snow
67. I could never go back living where it's really cold
68. I could eat out every night of the week
69. I would have to be independently wealthy to do #68
70. I am not independently wealthy
71. Financial Peace University was one of the most beneficial classes I ever took
72. I used to be able to water ski
73. I still like riding the boat and watching people water ski
74. I can't water ski anymore
75. I enjoy the challenge of keeping indoor plants alive
76. I have one of the biggest (real) violets I've ever seen. I'm tempted to seperate it, but I'm afraid I'll kill it...so it continues to be overgrown.
77. My grandmother always had a violet in her kitchen window when I was growing up
78. We go with that which is familiar
79. Sometimes, familiar is not so good
80. I learned my multiplication tables when I was in 4th grade.
81. My fourth graders don't believe #80
82. They also don't believe all the tears it took to make me memorize my multiplication tables 83. Some things you learn in school are good for you
84. 9th grade math is too hard for me
85. I showed up to take the Praxis (teaher certification test) with the wrong calculator
86. I failed the test
87. I got certified anyway
88. I'm glad I got certified anyway
89. I love teaching
90. My perfect dream day includes sand, the ocean, a cold beverage, a comfy chair, and a Karen Kingsbury book
91. I love homemade macaroni and cheese
92. I have a goal of reading the Bible from cover to cover
93. I hope I have lots of time left to complete #92
94. I drive a truck that is paid for and hope to never have a 5-year-truck payment again!
95. I hate paying bills
96. Paying bills, the physical act of paying bills - not the stress of is the money there, causes me stress
97. Refer back to #58 and #60
98. Antivert is a wonder-drug
99. I hope you have enjoyed reading this
100. I have enjoyed writing this; it made me relax, reflect, and remember. Sometimes that is a good thing.
1. I've been married to Dear Husband for 16 years
2. It has been a wonderful sixteen years
3. I am married to my best friend
4. Oldest Child is 14, Youngest Child is 11, The Dude is 23
5. I teach fourth grade in a public school
6. I love teaching fourth grade in a public school
7. I worked as a secretary for a major athletic company for 7 years right out of college
8. I was a stay home mommy after Youngest Child was born
9. I wasn't a very good stay home mommy
10. Being a stay home mommy is, by far, the hardest job I've ever had
11. Midnight, the black Lab, will be sixteen on October 18th
12. Midnight was DH's Christmas gift the first Christmas we were married
13. Montana, the black Lab, is seven
14. We got Montana to lessen the blow because we knew Midnight wouldn't live forever
15. Midnight may very well outlive Montana
16. Spencer, the black Lab, is 4
17. We rescued Spencer from an abusive relationship
18. When Spencer first came to live with us, he wouldn't go near DH
19. Spencer has come to love his life of luxury and his unfortunate beginning is far, far removed from his brain
20. Reggie the cat is 5ish.
21. Youngest Child used to have trouble substituting "W" for "R"
22. Youngest Child began speech therapy in kindergarten
23. Reggie the cat is quite happy YC started speech therapy at such an early age
24. I don't remember a time in my life when I didn't believe in God
25. My mom died when I was four years old
26. You never truly get over #25
27. My favorite sport is Nascar
28. My favorite driver is Dale, Jr.
29. I lived in the same house the first 20 years of my life
30. I only went to one elementary school
31. I love to go camping
32. My students think its "cool" that I have a dirt bike and a 4-wheeler
33. I love living in the country
34. It's not really "country"; its not in a subdivision. It's off the beaten path
35. I've actually borrowed a cup of sugar from my neighbor
36. I wish I was in better shape
37. I have good intentions of walking 30 minutes daily
38. You know what they way about good intentions
39. I love my mother-in-law
40. I was sad when she moved two hours away
41. I like high school football games
42. Karen Kingsbury is one of the best authors I've ever read
43. I'll be sad when her last series comes to an end
44. Could this list get any more random than it already is?!
45. I am a good friend to others
46. I put up a wall around myself that hinders me from letting others be a good friend to me
47. It's hard loving with everything you have
48. You get hurt a lot when you practice #47
49. Sometimes it's hard to forgive
50. It's always hard to forget
51. One of my biggest college regrets is not joining a soriority
52. I didn't think I needed #51
53. I hope OC and YC join a soriority
54. I hope they choose a good one
55. I would love to live at the beach
56. I hate airplanes
57. If I never fly again, it will be one day too soon
58. I have vertigo
59. I think #56 and #58 are connected
60. My vertigo is triggered by stress
61. I'm a control freak
62. Blogging relaxes me
63. Painting rooms relaxes me
64. I have repainted almost every room in my house
65. I love sitting by the fireplace on a cold, rainy evening
66. I hate snow
67. I could never go back living where it's really cold
68. I could eat out every night of the week
69. I would have to be independently wealthy to do #68
70. I am not independently wealthy
71. Financial Peace University was one of the most beneficial classes I ever took
72. I used to be able to water ski
73. I still like riding the boat and watching people water ski
74. I can't water ski anymore
75. I enjoy the challenge of keeping indoor plants alive
76. I have one of the biggest (real) violets I've ever seen. I'm tempted to seperate it, but I'm afraid I'll kill it...so it continues to be overgrown.
77. My grandmother always had a violet in her kitchen window when I was growing up
78. We go with that which is familiar
79. Sometimes, familiar is not so good
80. I learned my multiplication tables when I was in 4th grade.
81. My fourth graders don't believe #80
82. They also don't believe all the tears it took to make me memorize my multiplication tables 83. Some things you learn in school are good for you
84. 9th grade math is too hard for me
85. I showed up to take the Praxis (teaher certification test) with the wrong calculator
86. I failed the test
87. I got certified anyway
88. I'm glad I got certified anyway
89. I love teaching
90. My perfect dream day includes sand, the ocean, a cold beverage, a comfy chair, and a Karen Kingsbury book
91. I love homemade macaroni and cheese
92. I have a goal of reading the Bible from cover to cover
93. I hope I have lots of time left to complete #92
94. I drive a truck that is paid for and hope to never have a 5-year-truck payment again!
95. I hate paying bills
96. Paying bills, the physical act of paying bills - not the stress of is the money there, causes me stress
97. Refer back to #58 and #60
98. Antivert is a wonder-drug
99. I hope you have enjoyed reading this
100. I have enjoyed writing this; it made me relax, reflect, and remember. Sometimes that is a good thing.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Alas...
You don't honestly think I went through the whole ordeal of painting my living room and now I'm not going to get credit for it, do you?! I think not! Although I have to admit that I didn't get to the organizing the kitchen cabinets. But hey, I've still got...let me do the math...a few more days to get it done. And I actually bought the bins I need to clean out the cabinets. And the dogs actually broke the lock on the pantry and we've been trying to find one that's black-Lab-proof so I can, hmmm, use the pantry. As opposed to coming home the its contents strewn all through my kitchen. And, as an added bonus, I may actually have something, the perfect something, on my mantel.
And, as another added bonus, you'll have to come right back here tomorrow, because as of this post, it is now time for me to post my famous 100th post and I know you wouldn't want to miss that one!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
That Mom
I was that mom. The mom who went anxiously to Open House the year Oldest Child started kindergarten. And a few years later, when YC followed in her footsteps. I was the mom who waited for the bus each afternoon to see what she learned during the day away from me. I was the mom who had homemade Rice Crispy Treats ready after school. Who was eager to sit down with homework because it was "fun". Who went to every practice of every sport the precious cherubs ever played...and cheered. And even COACHED one season. I was the mom who made sure we ate dinner at the dinner table every night because I would warp my children if we didn't. Who made sure that the meals were well-rounded and healthy because I didn't want them growing up obese. And the park. Oh, my goodness, the park. We had to be there at every opportunity. We walked, we fed the ducks, we rode bikes,we swang. We played. A lot.
And now, I'm not. I'm the mom who hates homework with a passion. I'm the mom who wants homework done as soon as possible, so we can get on with our evenings. I'm the mom who maybe gets one homecooked meal prepared a week. I'm the mom who feeds her children "whatever" for dinner. Just eat so you don't go to bed hungry. I'm the mom who worries about OC getting her learner's permit in March (this March!). She doesn't even know how to put gas in the car - much less pay for it. She doesn't know directions to our house...how will she ever get home? I'm the mom who worried if she did enough during the early years. Is she fundamentally grounded? Does she pick good friends? Does she know that noone will ever love her more that God and me? Did I lay the groundwork I was supposed to lay? Did I do what I was supposed to do during those early, formative years? Because if the years we are going through now are "formative", God help us all!
And Youngest Child, oh, my goodness. Middle School is rocking our world. We have spent the past eleven years getting ready for this. She is so ill prepared. What could I have done differently? How could I have helped more? What did I need to do and didn't? What did I do that I shouldn't have?
I think we all go through this life trying to do better than our parents did. I think I should be reimbursed, because the hospital forgot to give me the owner's manual when I brought them home. We do the best we can, and let God do the rest. We learned that with The Dude. He moved to Tennessee with his mother when he was five. The middle of Tennessee. A long way from Atlanta in Tennessee. So we did the best we could. And he turned out fine. Great, actually. A fine young man I would proudly set up with your daughters. So I need to learn to let go and let God. I'm not raising a couple of ax murderers. The Dude turned out ok. The girls will, too.
And now, I'm not. I'm the mom who hates homework with a passion. I'm the mom who wants homework done as soon as possible, so we can get on with our evenings. I'm the mom who maybe gets one homecooked meal prepared a week. I'm the mom who feeds her children "whatever" for dinner. Just eat so you don't go to bed hungry. I'm the mom who worries about OC getting her learner's permit in March (this March!). She doesn't even know how to put gas in the car - much less pay for it. She doesn't know directions to our house...how will she ever get home? I'm the mom who worried if she did enough during the early years. Is she fundamentally grounded? Does she pick good friends? Does she know that noone will ever love her more that God and me? Did I lay the groundwork I was supposed to lay? Did I do what I was supposed to do during those early, formative years? Because if the years we are going through now are "formative", God help us all!
And Youngest Child, oh, my goodness. Middle School is rocking our world. We have spent the past eleven years getting ready for this. She is so ill prepared. What could I have done differently? How could I have helped more? What did I need to do and didn't? What did I do that I shouldn't have?
I think we all go through this life trying to do better than our parents did. I think I should be reimbursed, because the hospital forgot to give me the owner's manual when I brought them home. We do the best we can, and let God do the rest. We learned that with The Dude. He moved to Tennessee with his mother when he was five. The middle of Tennessee. A long way from Atlanta in Tennessee. So we did the best we could. And he turned out fine. Great, actually. A fine young man I would proudly set up with your daughters. So I need to learn to let go and let God. I'm not raising a couple of ax murderers. The Dude turned out ok. The girls will, too.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Date Night
Last night DH and I went on a date. An honest-to-goodness-go-out-to-dinner-and-then-do-something-fun-before-going-home-and-crashing-in-bed date. We had a great time. Way back at the beginning of the summer, I was playing on my laptop looking at stuff (as I may or may not be known to do from time to time). And by a fluke, I decided to see when/if Charlie Daniels was coming to the Atlanta area. And sure enough, he was coming to town on August 15. I asked DH if I bought tickets if he would take me. Back when I bought the tickets, August 15th seemed like a long way off. He was at a new venue that we hadn't been to before and Shooter Jennings and The Outlaws were there with him. Sounded like fun. So I clicked on "best seats" when I bought the tickets, printed them, and put them in the drawer until August 14th.
Yesterday I ended up staying at school longer than anticipated. This year, my goal was to leave everyday by 4-4:15. Not happenin, my friend; not happenin! The concert started at 8:00 and it was on the other side of town. If you know anything about Atlanta traffic, especially on Friday evening, it can take anywhere from 45 minutes to 3 hours and 45 minutes to get to the other side of town. So by the time I got home, I had just enough time to put on my sassy outfit, run a brush through my hair, and walk out the door. Because I am such a planner, and I was hungry, we decided to eat dinner on this side of town because if we waited, there would be long waiting lines at every restaurant we wanted to eat at. So we went to one of our favorite Mexican restaurants.
After feasting on fajitas, we were off to face the traffic to get to the concert. Keep in mind that DH drives downtown in traffic every day. I, on the other hand, drive seven minutes to school and consider it a traffic jam if there are two cars stopped at the 4-way stop. You would see me on the nightly news under "road rage" if I had to drive in actual traffic. So I left the driving to DH. We get there in plenty of time to park (in the pre-arranged, FREE parking lot). The amphitheater was awesome. Clean. Nice workers. Relatively calm crowd.
I knew our seats were in the pit area, row EEE. We start walking. And we keep walking towards the front. And we keep walking. And finally stop. Fifth row, center stage we finally stop walking. We were so close, I could almost see the colors of their eyes! DH couldn't believe I got such awesome seats just by "playing" on the computer. I told him to just sit back and enjoy.
Shooter Jennings was terrific. Didn't put the puzzle pieces together until today that his is Waylon Jennings' son. Duh! The Outlaws were awesome. They knew how to put on a show. Once I got over the fact that one of their guitarists looks exactly like my ex-brother-in-law, only with hair down to his waist, I was able to really enjoy their performance. Finally about two hours after the start of the concert, Charlie came out. He's still got it, internets. He's still got it!
I think what I liked best about his performance was he is turning towards the religious side. And patriotic. Oh, my goodness, the man is patriotic. He played The Star Spangled Banner on his fiddle and had the entire arena on their feet with our hats off and our hands over our hearts. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
Why, you ask, am I not posting pictures of my fifth row, center stage, so-close-you-can-almost-see-the-whites-of-their-eyes concert? Oldest child took my camera out of my purse without telling me. Thanks, OC!
Yesterday I ended up staying at school longer than anticipated. This year, my goal was to leave everyday by 4-4:15. Not happenin, my friend; not happenin! The concert started at 8:00 and it was on the other side of town. If you know anything about Atlanta traffic, especially on Friday evening, it can take anywhere from 45 minutes to 3 hours and 45 minutes to get to the other side of town. So by the time I got home, I had just enough time to put on my sassy outfit, run a brush through my hair, and walk out the door. Because I am such a planner, and I was hungry, we decided to eat dinner on this side of town because if we waited, there would be long waiting lines at every restaurant we wanted to eat at. So we went to one of our favorite Mexican restaurants.
After feasting on fajitas, we were off to face the traffic to get to the concert. Keep in mind that DH drives downtown in traffic every day. I, on the other hand, drive seven minutes to school and consider it a traffic jam if there are two cars stopped at the 4-way stop. You would see me on the nightly news under "road rage" if I had to drive in actual traffic. So I left the driving to DH. We get there in plenty of time to park (in the pre-arranged, FREE parking lot). The amphitheater was awesome. Clean. Nice workers. Relatively calm crowd.
I knew our seats were in the pit area, row EEE. We start walking. And we keep walking towards the front. And we keep walking. And finally stop. Fifth row, center stage we finally stop walking. We were so close, I could almost see the colors of their eyes! DH couldn't believe I got such awesome seats just by "playing" on the computer. I told him to just sit back and enjoy.
Shooter Jennings was terrific. Didn't put the puzzle pieces together until today that his is Waylon Jennings' son. Duh! The Outlaws were awesome. They knew how to put on a show. Once I got over the fact that one of their guitarists looks exactly like my ex-brother-in-law, only with hair down to his waist, I was able to really enjoy their performance. Finally about two hours after the start of the concert, Charlie came out. He's still got it, internets. He's still got it!
I think what I liked best about his performance was he is turning towards the religious side. And patriotic. Oh, my goodness, the man is patriotic. He played The Star Spangled Banner on his fiddle and had the entire arena on their feet with our hats off and our hands over our hearts. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
Why, you ask, am I not posting pictures of my fifth row, center stage, so-close-you-can-almost-see-the-whites-of-their-eyes concert? Oldest child took my camera out of my purse without telling me. Thanks, OC!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
A Fitting End to a Crazy-Hazy Day
I am killing time waiting for Oldest Child to get home from church with her friend. I'm learning the hard way I have to be very literal with OC. I've known this since she was an infant...why is it taking me this long to get it right?? She wanted to go to visit evening church with a friend who was doing a presentation on a mission trip to Romania she went on this summer (the friend, not OC). OK, if we're home from the going away party at the State Park on the hottest day of the year, you can go. We just made it in the nick of time. I dropped her off, the friend's mom was going to bring her home. That was at 6:30. It is now after 10:00 and I'm still waiting. Of course there was a "get together" at the youth minister's house after church. One last hoo-rah before school starts. I know, I know...I should be glad she's at a church function with her church friends and she is making good choices, etc., etc. And I am. I am. I promise I am. But that doesn't bring her home any quicker when I'm tired and want to go to bed and have to get up for school tomorrow and I turn into a pumpkin at precisely at 9:30 every night. But if I hadn't been up, I wouldn't have been checking out blogs. And if I hadn't been checking out blogs, I wouldn't have found this.
This song has been one of my favorites since the first time I heard it on the radio. But today has been a day. I found out in Sunday School this morning that a dear, sweet friend has been admitted to a treatment center for anorexia. She has a husband and two small children at home.
Then on the way to the going away party, my assistant principal called me and told me that one of the teachers new to my school this year had been shot and killed by her brother Friday night. Impossible. I just met her Friday morning. Impossible. She was in my small group for our activity. Impossible. She has a husband and four children at home. Impossible. She is so young, so full of life. Impossible. These things happen to other people, not people I know.
So say extra prayers tonight for these two special friends. And go hug your babies just a little tighter when you tuck them in tonight.
** Edited to add...I should have known...as I was finishing up this post, just as I was publishing it...OC came home and had a great time. I'm going to bed; good night!
This song has been one of my favorites since the first time I heard it on the radio. But today has been a day. I found out in Sunday School this morning that a dear, sweet friend has been admitted to a treatment center for anorexia. She has a husband and two small children at home.
Then on the way to the going away party, my assistant principal called me and told me that one of the teachers new to my school this year had been shot and killed by her brother Friday night. Impossible. I just met her Friday morning. Impossible. She was in my small group for our activity. Impossible. She has a husband and four children at home. Impossible. She is so young, so full of life. Impossible. These things happen to other people, not people I know.
So say extra prayers tonight for these two special friends. And go hug your babies just a little tighter when you tuck them in tonight.
** Edited to add...I should have known...as I was finishing up this post, just as I was publishing it...OC came home and had a great time. I'm going to bed; good night!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
My Summer of Accomplishments - A Recap
The sun was beautiful; the sand was refreshing; the airplane ride was horrendous; the painting was long; the book was exciting; the water was wonderful. That, in a nutshell, sums up my summer. Hard to believe I start back to school tomorrow. I had so many plans for the summer. I had so much I wanted to accomplish this summer. I accomplished some of the "to do" list; others will remain on the list until, oh, probably Christmas vacation.
The beach trip was great. I could live at the beach and be a bum. Period.
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is not my theme song. My feet are meant to stay on the ground. But once I got there, I had a great time. Las Vegas was very glad to see me leave, thankyouverymuch.
My living room is completely painted and looks great. Now I'm just trying to find the right finishing touches for my mantel. If you have something in your garage you'd like to send, feel free.
Didn't quite read as many books as I'd have liked to. I tried. I really, really tried. But every time I sat down to read, I had a problem...and woke up fifteen or ninety minutes later. But if I try really, really hard today and tonight, I can finish my first book by the time I start back to school.
Stay tuned. Pictures of the living room and trip to Las Vegas coming soon...promise!
The beach trip was great. I could live at the beach and be a bum. Period.
"Leaving on a Jet Plane" is not my theme song. My feet are meant to stay on the ground. But once I got there, I had a great time. Las Vegas was very glad to see me leave, thankyouverymuch.
My living room is completely painted and looks great. Now I'm just trying to find the right finishing touches for my mantel. If you have something in your garage you'd like to send, feel free.
Didn't quite read as many books as I'd have liked to. I tried. I really, really tried. But every time I sat down to read, I had a problem...and woke up fifteen or ninety minutes later. But if I try really, really hard today and tonight, I can finish my first book by the time I start back to school.
Stay tuned. Pictures of the living room and trip to Las Vegas coming soon...promise!
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