She's Alive

I'm still here. My life is insane. I thought it would calm down after the wedding. But no. We are "face-lifting" our house, school is three weeks in, and someone has to catch up the laundry. Life is good.

Good riddance.

One more child molester is off the street.

conversation

"Lightning bugs are awesome. Their butts light up. I wish my butt lit up."

"I don't want anything that draws more attention to my big ole booty!"

.......

"You know, I never thought about it, but I've never checked. Maybe my glorious ass does shine light back there!"

Weddings and more weddings...and a reunion.

Saturday was a great day all around. We were in the homeland, the great home of sliced bread, Chillicothe. I took Sullivan for an awesome, invigorating dog jog early in the morning. Then I met some great old friends in a park. Our ten year class reunion was actually Saturday, and while Matt and I did not attend the main event, our friend Tamra organized a small get-together in the morning. I saw friends that I communicate with often and some that I had not spoken to much in the past decade. I met babies that I had only seen in pictures on the internet. The weather cooperated and it was just a nice morning. Matt forgot our camera, but I plan to shamelessly steal photos when they are posted on facebook and other blogs.

That night we rode with Matt's parents to Lees Summit, where Matt's bff Chris was holding his wedding reception. It was at Chris' workplace, Paradise Park. That facility is fantastic. We had a nice dinner and watched a slide show of their Florida wedding. Matt looked so good in his groomsman attire I wished I had been there to see it in person. They escorted us onto a pavillion where we had drinks and music. I got to meet a friend of Matt's from college I had never met before. I got a lot of honest, good conversation time with my mother-in-law.

But it's always good to get back to good old Springfield.

A picture of the times.

Explain to me the underlying meaning: An eight-year-old drawing a picture of a sad, crying monkey after turning in his 4th day of standardized test.

ways to earn my affection

Become so frustrated during your recess basketball game that you spout off the worst name you can think of to call someone: "You are big, fat booties!"

i got nothin'

Spring break came and went like the lightning that flashed on Saturday.

I ordered my cake.

I visited my mom. We laughed. A lot.

And now I'm back to work.

I am such a boring old lady.

And that is the way I like it.