It’s Friday. I love Fridays. Don’t you love Fridays? If it’s Friday that means it’s time to play Friday Fragments with Mrs. 4444! Woohoo. I haven’t done this in ages. Let’s just hope I can remember how. (I’ve got a glass of syrah on standby, just in case.)
My son, Vanilla called me from school (though I didn’t know it was him).
Me: Who is this?
Seriously, you’d think he could have said, Hi MOM it’s me, Vanilla. Honestly.
He needed a ride home because he was staying late to take a quiz. I told him I’d pick him up out front in 20 minutes. I pull into the school driveway (about a 1/4 mile long) and there’s Vanilla almost to the very entrance. He thought I literally meant the entrance to the driveway. I meant the school, as in the front door. Sometimes it is so very hard to be the parent of an extremely literal child.
There are Mocha sized dents in the upstairs couch cushions again. I’m onto you dog. Just because I can’t get up the stairs fast enough when I get home to catch you, doesn’t mean I don’t know you’ve been there. Once you learn to fluff pillows, then we’ll talk.
Last week a skydiver went missing in the mountains next to my house. They searched for four days from the ground and air. With temperatures below freezing, and snow on the mountain, he didn’t survive though they never found him. It’s tragic and sad. And I can’t seem to stop thinking about it every time I leave my house and see the mountain or drive right past it to the grocery. I know there’s a deceased person out there, and it’s just so horribly tragic.
Hard to know where to go after that, isn’t it?
I’m supposed to be answering questions for the bible study I joined. Tomorrow we are supposed to have read the first chapter and be ready to discuss the questions via Facebook. I haven’t even gotten two pages into the chapter let alone answered ten questions. It’s the first week and already I suck at this.
I left the house today after being cooped up most of the week with a horrible cold. When I got home from grocery shopping I had this desire to completely sweep everything off the pantry shelf like in a movie. Because it’s so disorganized it’s enough to be disgraceful. A new neighbor moved in down the street she told me at the bus stop she loves to organize. I must just invite her over for tea or coffee next week….just being neighborly, you know.
Have you watched Downton Abbey? I finally started watching in November by catching up through Amazon Prime (as a side note, AP is so awesome. Free movies and tv shows…oh yeah.) I’m totally addicted. Papa bought me Season 1 & 2 for Christmas. Between watching on AP and dvd, I’ve seen it about four times already, all the way through. Maggie Smith? Hello! I am in love with her. She gets so many fantastic lines, I can’t even stand to wait to see what she’s going to say every Sunday. So much so that I pre-ordered Season 3 from Amazon which gets delivered next week. Hehe. I promise I won’t give any spoilers while the rest of you watch it weekly (I’m so mean, I know.)
We picked out the new hardwoods that are being put in February 11th. It’s going to be two days of ripping out the first floor, two days or installing and (they said) a cleaner on the fifth day. I’m so excited to finally have floors that aren’t uneven, super cold, and ugly. The joys of a 6 month old house! I’m especially thrilled that since it is a builder issue, it’s not costing me anything more than a week of living upstairs and 4 days of take-out. Here’s the color. Pretty no?
I am being very, very stubborn and continuing to use the 7 year old slow-as-dirt Mac, even though we bought a new pc last month. I hate Windows 8. With passion. And daggers. I am on pc strike.
I made this this week. It’s made from wooden letters bought at Michael’s and covered with scrapbooking paper. I might just find my inner Martha Stewart after all.
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8 9 It does represent us very well (minus the dog and Papa, who would love to pretend they were normal. as.if.) Coming soon to a sidebar near you…..
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