Friends of Convenience

Dreams are funny things. Sometimes they really throw you for a loop.

Have you ever wondered whether your friends are truly your friends or if they're just "friends of convenience"? Of course, you have to be at the same place as someone (at least for a while... or virtually) to establish the relationship. But then... what makes you friends later in life? How do you continue a real friendship when you're no longer in the same place... and when you really don't talk a whole lot? I think that's a big fear for me... that the people who've been my "friends" in life just consider me as an "acquaintance of convenience". So, to anyone in my life who I've ever called a friend, I love you. And I still consider you a true friend... even if we're not close at the moment.

Haley's MySpace Page Says She Thinks It's Sexy

Okay, so there was a tractor in my backyard today. Dad, you & CJ would've had LOTS to talk about if the low country boil had been tonight! Although, CJ's friend's tractor is blue... and mine was green. Green's better. Speaking of CJ's tractor, the man mowed the empty lots across Johnson Drive (around the lake). They look really nice. As does our new backyard. Maybe pics later? Maybe not... as I seem to promise a lot of pics and never deliver on them. What's with me and promises?

Anyway, I just wanted to share these pics... too funny. I was a little embarassed to actually take 'em, but I think I got away with it when no one was looking. Of course, I got mine, though. I decided to run at about 12:45 or 1. The guys came back from lunch at about 1:15. Maybe I had the blinds angled so that they couldn't see in. Maybe not. Anyway, Juan & Co. were throwing pine straw around about a foot from where I was running in my sports bra and shortie shorts. Greeeaaaaat. Oh well. Only distracted me off my pace a little bit. I still had another personal best today! Yay me!




And while I'm on the pic kick, here are a few recents of the kids:

Crazy is the Forecast

You know, I've racked my brain and just can't come up with a good topic for tonight. I just can't seem to reach up and grab any of the thoughts that are speeding through my noggin'. I know I usually write about nothing anyway, but tonight... it looks like that's going to be especially so. So, I won't keep you... just wanted to say a quick hello and tell you that I luv u. Hope y'all are having a great end-of-the-week. Enjoy the weekend!

The STORM Ahead

The landscapers finally came to work on our backyard today. I had been trying to get ahold of the main guy, let's call him Hal, for months and months. Finally, two days after my dad puts new pine straw in the front beds, he returns my call! (Perhaps a coincidence?) Anyway, so, he was in the driveway when I got home yesterday. He told us that his crew was going to be in JoRun for several days anyway and he'd be glad to send 'em over to finish out our back yard (sprinkler system, creating back yard beds, etc. ... you know, all the stuff Dad wasn't here long enough to do). Hallelujah! Yes! Absolutely! Can you do it today? So... they came today.

Funny story about them... Al (oops, I mean Hal) said the crew members' names yesterday in the conversation because he was specifically asking us to cage the hellions when they were here. Evidently, he's afraid of dogs. Anyway, so, we were saying that yes, our dogs are a little aggressive, but that they really do need to start getting used to people coming into the yard (hello... are we never going to be able to have friends stop by?). He said, well, they don't have to get used to me; but they do have to get to know Juan, Alejandro, Eduardo, Guillermo, and Miguel. So... all those guys are in my back yard this morning, and I think... huh, well, I hope Hal remembered to tell them about the underground fence. So, I decided I would go out and remind them. I go up to the group of four guys digging a hole right where the doggie charge would be running, and I say "Did Hal tell you about the underground fence?" All four of them look up and me with completely blank faces. Then one guy says "Hal? Hal will be here soon." OK. Got it. Thanks. How do you say "Watch out for the doggie fence?" in Spanish?

Anyway... so, the landscapers did end up cutting the fence. But they spliced it back together. (I'm assuming it works!) And about 30 minutes after they rolled out, this mess rolled in:

Dad, not sure if you can tell by the pics, but a great deal of your work did not make it through the HEAVY, HEAVY wind that preceded the rain. Can you see that beautiful pine straw strewn across the yard??? So disappointing! But, I spent a long while out in the yard after the storm raking it up (with my hands, mind you). I probably salvaged a couple of bales, but there are still holes where I'll need to refill. Luckily, we've still got the Sentra crew cab (or as some of you may know it best... the hot car) to haul the new bales in. Also notice in the pics (especially the first two and the fifth one)... the blowing sand/dirt from Jamey's new house. No, that's not just rain or low-lying clouds. It's those people's back yard flying toward Lisa. Speaking of Lisa, she had called and left me a message on my home phone (that I moved into the office for Haley when she was here and haven't yet moved back to the easier-to-notice-it-there kitchen). Oops... it's been, like, five days since she called!

Okay, well... I'm going back to listening to Mr. A-Z and my chocolate cake. Y'all have a fun Wednesday night and very successful Thursday.

Let's Call it Another Fresh Start

Okay, so it's been a while. But I've been visiting with family & friends (which you may recall is another one of my New Year's resolutions), and you cannot make me feel guilty about not posting to the blog on a daily basis. Besides, all of my other blogger buddies have basically slowed to a crawl with their posting activity... so I, in comparison, am quite the frequent poster.

Anyway, so, things have been moving much too quickly for me over the last week or so. Mom, Dad. Haley & Sydders came down for an all-too-brief visit to the 'boro. They arrived on Tuesday of last week and stayed until Friday. Then I packed up & hopped on the caravan to Les Montagnes with 'em. Our first night in the big Ashe was marked by a really large and ultra-scary thunderstorm. Sometimes I love 'em; sometimes I hate 'em. This one was extremely disorienting, as it occurred somewhere between 1:00 and 3:39 am. There was lots of bright lightning and boomerous thunder. I figured I could've just called out into the silence of the house and heard at least two voices answer back. Turns out, I was right... and there probably would've been four awakened-by-the-storm folksies. Then we celebrated Doc Yates' dental school graduation. Wow... a real doctor in the family... well, except for Jon... but let's not count our chickens before they hatch. And there was that "Papa Doc" from way back. But I'm pretty sure I remember Dad telling us that name was derived purely from the amount of Dr. Pepper consumed. But I digress. Jo-Jo's grad celebration was sweet. Got to catch up with fam members and friends of the fam for a few hours at a very nice New River Park (with an ultra-posh building for events such as ours). And I finally met Kate... THE Kate. Thank goodness I can finally join the ranks of Yates' who think she's just as sweet as sugar and such a cute little match for lil' Joe.

Sunday brought another ultra-conservative sermon at the BCCC. I learned all about how I wasn't supposed to drink from the cup of unrighteousness (although I still don't get the reference to the cup of vinegar the Roman soldiers offered Jesus at the cross). Anyway... all I could do was think about John Mayer song lyrics (that's okay, I didn't know it either... something, something, something... you got my only heart...) and start a giggle-fest with Haley. Unfortunately, I think the guest lecturer - I mean, pastor - was looking right at me the whole time I was cracking up. So, I had to duck down below the pew to pick up Dad's B-I-B-L-E. The only thing that helped me stop was writing "Church giggles are of the devil" a few times (okay, one, but who else besides Haley & Dad would've known?). Haley thought it was funny too. Not sure why ol' Ken had to be looking right at me. This darn Internet, I tell ya. It's gonna be the downfall of our good & moral Christian society. Especially all that Internet porn. Did you know that in a decent-sized congregation, there are more than likely TWO people in there addicted to Internet porn? Thank goodness in this situation it was me & lil' Nona!

And back to the original point of the first paragraph... time flew. That weekend (plus a day) was the fastest in history. On the way back into town today, I was listening to the new Rascal Flatts cd and happened upon "My Wish": "I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow, and each road leads you where you want to go, and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. "

Don't I wish that those moments would pass slow?!?!? In fact, I'd like time to just stand still sometimes. Ever have one of those moments... when you're just so satisfied with life, so content being right where you are, so happy with life as you know it... that you just want it to freeze frame, for a while at least? Yeah, me too. Why does that big clock on the wall have to keep ticking off the seconds, minutes, and hours?

Anyway, the last thing I wanted to talk about was the untimely departure of two of my colleagues from work. One of 'em, especially, I would consider a bestie... so I was VERY bummed to get his call today. First, yesterday (the other colleague)... and today was Groundhog Day (evidently... although, my Monday wasn't repeating itself... so I was a little confused) with bestie resigning. It's all a big secret, though, so I won't name names. Although... I don't think any of y'all from work actually read this here rambling, bumbling, disjointed marathon of a mess that I call a blog. Carrie or Larry... you were the two Christmas letter recipients, but I sincerely doubt y'all have time to check in. Anyone from the COR, give me a shout out if you're reading. I'm just curious.

Okay... must... go... to... bed. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzz. Oh wait... gotta finish first. Hope y'all are having a great Tuesday night/Wednesday morning (or whenever you happened to find time in your busy life to check in with your loving daughter/sister/wife/niece/friend/more-than-friend/whatever). No pressure or anything. I mean... I know I never have much to say, but I sure do love it when someone listens. Damn, I should be so lucky. Anyway, John was right. It always does come around, doesn't it? Don't know how. It just does.

Take note... time of post... pure luck, I tell ya. Me & Faith (and Alison too?), we're the "lucky ones".

Who's Gonna Turn Down a Handful of Oreos?

Mom, Dad, Haley & Sydney rolled into town around 6:45. We met them at Applebee's for dinner. Why Applebee's? Because they have a Weight Watchers menu, and Haley's on a kick. And you know when Haley's on a kick, the rest of us must participate (and encourage and assist if at all possible). So, Haley made Jon & me play our part tonight by eating ALL of the rest of the Oreo's. Of course, we took one for the team and went for it. We're all about the sacrifice.

No big fights to report about... yet. Coop & Kona have barked until they lost their voices... but Syd seems to be able to hold her position fairly well. She had Cooper trapped upstairs a little earlier. (He had gone up, she followed. He was on the 3rd step from the top, she was on the 7th. If he made a move, she mirrored it. He was really nervous... you can tell when he won't look at her. You go, Syd!)

Gosh... I'm really sleepy again. Can't tell if it's the early-to-bed folks in my guest room or if I just really hadn't caught up on my snoozing after last week's travel-capade. Either way, I'm heading for the rainbow in my dreams right now. Another summer (spring) day has come and gone away. It's time to head home. Coop said to say good night. He's curled up, sponging with my shoulder. He sends all his X's and O's, wishes all of you happy Wednesdays, and can't wait till he can see all of y'all... especially those of you who will let him lick your face. G'night.

Safe travels

I finally arrive back home and the 'rents (and lil' Nona) leave theirs to come on down to the 'Boro. Looking forward to the visit. And thinking of all kinds of projects for you guys to help me with around the house! I just hate that it's a fairly substantial drive for the fam. Please be careful!

I hopped back on the treadmill today. Loved it, too. And, no, I can't believe those words just came out of my mouth. But, it's true... For all of you who heard me swear that I would never enjoy running, I enjoyed it today. I'm really trying to make sure it's not just a passing phase. And it was easier... of all days, today... after I took a whole week off while I was in State College last week! But, the only sucky part was that my ankle hurt. The same stupid ankle that I injured over the holidays... being a dummy-head who falls down stairs. Oh wait... my story was that I slipped on the ice, wasn't it? Dang it!

Anyway, so the running. I'm still not very fast, but today I was quite endurance-minded. There were no breaks for the whole 30 minutes. And my lungs didn't collapse... which is a good thing. I don't think collapsed lungs would be fun at all.

I didn't run today until later in the day. I found myself trapped in my PJs, working from the bed early in the day. I hate it when I decide not to get up & around and then get STUCK working on various projects that keep me rooted to the spot. And today's work challenges were especially frustrating... as they are really NOT MY JOB. But, once again, I'm the one who steps up. I like that about me... but sometimes not so much. I did tell Jeff today that I would like to just watch for once while someone else was forced to pick up the pieces of the mess that IS THEIR JOB. But, he kindly pointed out that we're both the type of people who step in and take care of it. Just can't stand to watch others... what's the word... suffer, fail, fall flat on their faces? And the only way we could let it happen is to officially quit... and I don't think either of us wants to be job-less! Not here when I am just celebrating keeping mine!

Anyway, my boss thanked me today for coming to State College last week. She said she really misses my positive energy and creativity! Boy... I wish everyone could see that side of me. :-) I think you'd like me more then. Eh... I'm just chasing time again. See you all again soon...

Shortest Trip Ever

Wow... it's almost Friday! I can't believe that the week is already over. I'm excited to get on with the trip back down South, but there was more work to do up here. Oh well. Luckily, there's always more work to do. Dang early flights, though. And the 2nd leg looked like it was booked solid.

I had a very good dinner with Pam & Larry tonight. Now, I'm just trying to get some benefits imported into UltiPro. Fun, fun, fun. I'm very sleepy, though. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones... must catch up on rest soon... maybe the holiday weekend will be good for that.

Lightweights Talk Too Much

The rumors are funny. The stories are, too often, true. And Mary actually said "with your clothes on?" to Princess Jenny tonight. Too funny. These HR Managers' Meetings are too much fun. Of course, we have to take advantage while we're all still employed. LOL.

Wednesday's one of my fave nights. I really like it. I miss it when it's not Wednesday. Happy Wednesday!!!

Où sont les salles de bains sur le feu?

Mex fou a de grands margaritas délicieux d'azz. J'habituellement n'aime pas la nourriture mexicaine... mais avec des margaritas de 22 onces, il est tout bon. Particulièrement les taquitos de pomme de terre. Woohoo! Et la compagnie était belle au dîner. J'apprécie vraiment Jean, Jenny, Rosemary, et Amanda. Le travail est travail, mais j'aime mes collègues. J'espère que votre vie est excellente cette belle mardi nuit.

¿Dónde está los baños en fuego?

Mex enojado tiene margaritas grandes deliciosos del azz. No tengo gusto generalmente del alimento mejicano... pero con margaritas de 22 onzas, es todo bueno. Especialmente los taquitos de la patata. Woohoo! Y la compañía era encantadora en la cena. Realmente gozo de Juan, Jenny, Rosemary, y de Amanda. El trabajo es trabajo, pero amo a mis colegas. Espero que su vida sea excelente esta noche encantadora de martes.

The Things We Don't Say

*** I started this post last night, but had to go to bed before I finished it (EARLY, EARLY flight this morning!). So, I decided to finish it tonight... ***

Why is it that we just can't say the things we want or need to say sometimes? (Have I written about this before??? Oh well... even if I have, you're gonna read it again. Eh, sucks for you.) The primary phrases that come to mind are "I'm sorry", "I was wrong", and "I love you." Is it just me (and those like me)? Or is it really all of us who, at one point or another in our lives, just haven't been able to utter those simple little words?

There have probably been many, many, many times in my life when I should've stepped up to the plate and said that whatever just happened was entirely my fault. Yeah, I know if I just thought for a minute about it, I could come up with hundreds of those situations. (HUNDREDS?!!??!?) Anyway, so this is one of my major flaws (in my own opinion, of course). Even when I know I am at fault for something, I have a really hard time stepping up & saying "yep, that was my bad". Why can't I just say it right then and there? We all make mistakes. This was one of my many. Instead, I always try to hide behind whatever else is going on, cover up the mistake, even attempt to deceive those who may call me out on it (I am choosing not to use the word "lie", so back off).

Okay, so maybe this is going to go in a little different direction than what I planned or you may expect, but... there's one instance in particular that I started thinking about when I began writing (actually, this memory popped into my head sometime early yesterday morning... and I have no idea why). There was this junior league boys' basketball game on a Saturday morning sometime around the year 1993 (ish). Junior league basketball was a big part of my life (and my family members' lives -- did you see that pic of Haley in the Lady Hawks sweatpants?). I played for the Cougars for two years. (Was it the first year that Sylvia walked, like, a million times when she was passed the ball & found that she was too far under the goal to shoot... so, of course, she just backed up? Duh! And maybe the second year was the year we were really good?) And I played with the Lady Hawks during my 3rd (and last) year of eligibility, for my Dad! (Right, Dad?) Anyway, so... I had a lot of fun playing. Then it was Haley's turn. And I enjoyed the heck out of being a fan, watching my lil' Nona play her heart out and Papa John (& Ricky) coach, coach, coach, coach, coach. Okay... so, get to the point already, Heidi... geez. When I was in high school, I stayed involved in the junior league system for at least one year while serving as a referee. Now, I don't remember very much at all about reffing those games. But there is, of course, one game that I remember... and, thus, the whole point of the rambling about junior league basketball... and how the whole thing ties into me not being able to step up & take the responsibility for making a mistake.

So, I don't even remember the teams that were playing, but I remember that Mrs. Carey's younger son (wait, are there two or three Carey boys?) was on the team. I remember that because, man, that woman was mad at me! Anyway, so, I actually kind of remember arriving at the gym that morning. It was at WJ Elementary, and I came alone. There was a team of four of us who reffed together... all from ACHS: three guys (my best friend, my favorite HS crush, and the guy for whom I seemed to be his favorite HS crush) and me. I remember that we couldn't decide who was gonna be the two refs and who would keep the clock & stats. Eventually, thanks to no decision on my part, I was paired with my bestie for this fateful game while my crush, who was probably the best ref of the four of us while I was probably the worst, worked with the other guy on the clock/stats. Why couldn't he have had a crush on me too? Why couldn't he have wanted to ref with me? Why couldn't he have just assumed that he would need to save me at some point during the course of the game & WANT to be out there with me? Well, anyway, he didn't... do any of those things. Instead, when that horrible, horrible child (who I remember absolutely nothing about) who was playing for the anti-Carey team committed a blatant travel in the last minute of the game, I couldn't bring myself to blow the whistle. What the heck??? I knew he walked. I saw him walk. I knew the game was on the line. But I soooooo did not want to be on display at that point in time. And then dang if that kid didn't walk AGAIN!!! There were two of us on that floor reffing. Why couldn't Bestie have blown his whistle? He clearly saw the travel (and told me that he saw it later!). And, look... here I go shirking the blame again... I was the one in position to make the call. I was the one who messed up. I should've stepped up to make the call. I didn't. I knew I made a mistake. Yet, when the parents and coaches jumped up & down on me, I had a million excuses. And I tried to hide behind anything I could think of... it's a learning experience for the kids, it's just a game, I couldn't see it, my whistle was stuck, my co-ref could've called it, shoot... my crush could've pressed the horn to stop the game! (Yeah right!) But none of that happened, and I messed up... and even though I completely knew that I had just BLOWN IT, I couldn't step up & say, "my bad". Honestly, to this day, this moment, I do not believe I have ever said that it was, in fact, my fault that the Carey team lost. It was. Sorry, Marsha.

Now, why was that on my mind? Who knows?!?! But it was... and I just had to get it off my chest. So... for all those times that I even flat-out lied to y'all... telling you it really wasn't my fault when I knew it was: MY BAD. Oh, and I'm sorry and I love you.

Happy Monday from a warm (!!!) State College!

Kinfolk who like to munch

It's sad (and quiet) here without the munchkins. :-( I hope they don't think we left 'em for dead. Tonight's probably been a rough night on them. That makes me sad.

And now Blogger won't let me upload a pic of them. Blame it, not me. Thanks for the e-mails today (and yesterday, all you questionnaire-responders). Love you guys! And happy travels, little one... even though I didn't know you were actually going!

Trying to Make the Pics With Links

What's Your Opinion?

There's a house that is directly behind us (well, there's one empty lot & a road between us, but those are just technicalities since we're still a relatively small development). So... I wish I could just post it without even saying anything about it since I'd like to know your true opinion about it (without leading you to one side or the other). But I don't think you'll even realize that you're looking at a completed house. Yes, it's done. So, knowing that, what do ya think? Sorry for the pic quality. I could've walked over to is as opposed to taking the photo from my back patio, but... then I wouldn't be so lazy. So, give me your thoughts on it.

The whole neighborhood is growing by leaps and bounds. When we moved in (a mere eight months ago yesterday, to be exact), there were only ... let's see if I can remember correctly ... 5 families living here: Melissa, the Kings, the people on the corner (who we eventually learned as Julie & Brian), the people in the dark brick house behind us (who we still don't know), and the preacher's family. Now, there are ... let's see if I can remember correctly ... 15 occupied residences and at least 12 nearly (if not already)-ready-to-be-bought homes (I have a harder time remembering all of those as I'm counting... I started with 9, then I remembered at least 3 more while I was thinking). In fact, the one across the street from us (which you've seen before if you're a loyal reader) has just been purchased. And Lynn and Barry (and their two girls) will be moving in by June. Dad, aren't you proud? I met them yesterday (on my first opportunity!). And then today, I stopped & talked with another neighbor (that I hadn't officially met yet, but I overheard part of her conversation with new-neighbor Lynn, so it's kinda like we were already acquainted)! Anyway, point is... we're growing by leaps and bounds here at JoRun. If you're not here, you're missing out!

Let's see if I can find some pics to help illustrate the growth curve:
Practice your Where's Waldo skills. There are 10 houses visible in this pic (taken from the lake, btw).

Pull out your specs to see this one (I tried to post is as large as possible, but it still seems tiny to me). Just wanted to point out with this one that the pic of the "finished" house I posted way up at the top of this post is the framed-only one in the far right of this picture. And since I took this picture (it couldn't have been more than a month ago), there are TWO new houses that would be in the frame here. You can see the foundations of both of them if you look hard. Both of 'em are nearly completed (on the exterior)!

Well, I definitely thought I had some better pics. Guess my challenge for tomorrow is to improve my photog skills & post some excellent shots of the neighborhood. It really is beautiful. And the weather, oh my gosh... it couldn't be any better right now. For those of you sitting around in the cold (or even cool)... WHY AREN'T YOU HERE? It's mid-80s and lovely. Perfect for porch-sitting! Come join me some afternoon. Seriously. I'd love to have you.

Things You Never Want to See (or Hear About)...

Let me just preface this with... if you are disturbed by discussion of incest, doing it doggie style, or ultra-embarassing scenarios (for me, of course), please do not read this post.

Okay, so Cooper & Kona are seven months old. SEVEN MONTHS. That's not even 7 years old in people years. I've always heard 7 years to every 1 of doggie years. Is that NOT the case? If it is, Coop & Kona are just a hair over FOUR YEARS OLD (human years). Anyway, so you don't typically hear of 4-year-old girls hitting puberty yet... do you? So, Kona must break the norm. She went into heat pretty much right on her seven month "birthday". (Thanks a lot to the vet's office who said they would call @ 6-months to schedule the appointment!) Anyway, so we've been dealing with Bleedy Bleeds-a-lot for almost two weeks now (don't ask about the panties) and Cooper being driven crazy by the pheremones (and, thus, actually howling when he can't be with her). And then today, it got sooooo much worse.

We knew Cooper had been following Kona around constantly (you know, trying to...). We asked the vet (and everyone else we know who has dogs) if we should separate them. Although some of our friends said it would probably be a good idea, the vet's office said "not necessary". Well, we figured the vet would know. So, we've let poor Coop be driven insane by Kona's flirting. Thing is, Cooper's short; Kona's tall. He just can't reach her. And, mostly, Kona hasn't wanted anything to do with him anyway. But today, oh today. I guess I've just wanted to believe that they wouldn't actually do it. Why I would believe that, I'm not sure. But I really wanted to believe that. And then, dang if Jon didn't freak out and run outside (just as the buzzer was going off on the stove alerting us that dinner was ready).

So, what do you do when your two seven-month-old puppies are looking up at you with pitiful "help me" eyes (which we perhaps misread as "help me" eyes), panting so much they must be dehydrated by now, one dragging the other around by the ... well, surely you get the picture. My dad said, "Well, I hope they were at least butt to butt to make you freak out like that." Dad, seriously. How was I supposed to know that dogs simply stay that way for a while and you just can't, no matter what, get him off?

The lesson in this whole thing has got to be: don't own dogs... or at least don't have two dogs... or at least don't get one male and one female dog... or at least get your dogs fixed as soon as the vet will let you... or give it a few more minutes before you call the emergency vet line... or simply just ignore anyone anywhere at any time who says "oh my gosh, they're stuck together!"

And I simply refuse to post any pics of the twosome. Even the most adorable of shots, I just can't look at the same way right now.

My apologies to those of you who are offended.

No Valleys Allowed

Yesterday was sooooo beautiful here, I went to the pool and stayed too long. Why is it sooooo tempting to get sunburned? And why does it always happen to me? Oh well. Whatever. A little pink on the chest reminds me of the incredible day I had at the pool yesterday. :-) My friend (and neighbor), Eve, was there. And we had a wonderful talk. Her daughter is currently struggling to figure out what her major should be (she's a freshman at Georgia College - ?). She's considering Mass Communication. And her parents wonder if that major will get her anywhere. Hmm... probably not!!!

For those of you who have always wanted to (or promised to) visit State College, I'll be there next week. Monday & Tuesday would be wonderful days to spend with me there. I'll take you to the Gamble Mill and Bonfatto's. It'll be fun. See you there?

Okay, well, I don't have very much at all to talk about tonight. I thought I had more to post about... because if the computer would've cooperated with me over the weekend, I think I might've posted something Saturday. Oh well... I guess I didn't really have anything to say then either. So, lucky you! Meanwhile, let's see if I can find some cute pics to post. Well, maybe later... it takes too much effort to remote desktop to grab 'em for now. Laziness... my bad.

Hope you had a wonderful Monday! No matter how stressful or blasé, I hope you can remember the high points.