Sister's Day

Another successful Sister's Day.

BREAKING NEWS...

This just in from the newsroom...Whitford Middle School's Iron Horse Marching Band takes FIRST at The St Johns Parade. Let's go to the video...

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

I want to let you, my loyal readers, know that something very special is coming to my blog! It's . . . wait for it . . . VIDEO! I got a new video camera for my birthday and guess what I can do with it, put video on my computer! I know, amazing! I have been stuck in the tape age for so long I hardly know what to do.

So, I have no idea what I am going to video, but I'm gonna video something and then I'm gonna share it with you!

I hate to admit...

The next blog challenge topic is "I hate to admit...", my nieces have all posted theirs but, I have to admit I am not sure I want to do this. Really, is admitting the things you hate to admit going to help? We shall see..

I hate to admit:

that I take my kids to the dentist regularly but only go myself if pain drives me there

that I eat a bowl of cereal in bed almost every night

that I never graduated from college and that it still bothers me

Oh, and this one is for Rachael, that I failed bowling in college because it was at 7:30 in the morning

speaking of mornings, I hate to admit that I am grouchy in the morning, it just sounds so cliche'

that I have wasted a lot of money buying things that I had good intentions on using and never did

that I get my feelings hurt really easy

that I love to do laundry and mow the lawn and throw things away (I'm afraid I have some sort of disorder)

speaking of disorders, I hate to admit that I go to the internet to see what disease I might have every time I feel a pain

that I only cook a "real" dinner a couple of times a week

that I have started to think about (and when I say "think about" I really mean "worry about") my kids leaving home

and I hate to admit that this is just a small sampling of all of the things that I hate to admit. But I think it's for the best if I stop now before I completely depress myself. I have an idea, next let's list all of the things we started and never finished or tried and failed. Wouldn't that be fun?

Looking Forward To...

Waking up this morning to our FIFTH straight day of sunshine, I find myself looking forward to...

Walking the dog

Lacrosse

Spring soccer

Playing with Katie on the new swing set

Barbecues

Gardening

Building a water feature

Mowing the grass (I actually really like it, don't tell Pete)

Swimming

Camping

etc., etc., etc...

I just hope that the groundhog was wrong!

Picture #8

So I have been in quite a blogging slump. I haven't felt like I have anything to write about or that I want to write about or that someone would want to read. My kids aren't little anymore, so the "firsts" are few and far between now. I could write about the first time my teenager gave me attitude, but I'd just get more attitude for writing about that. I could tell you about my vacation to Maui... it was awesome. Done. Now what? I have even been contemplating shutting the blog down (again). But then, right out of the blue, my most reluctant blogging niece starting posting again and challenging us to do the same. Finally (I thought) something to blog about! She challenged us to post picture number #8 from our December folder and write about it. Perfect! I can do that. I went right to my folder and...six, seven, eight. Oh great. Picture #8 in my December folder is not even a picture of a seasonal activity or a place we visited, it is a Christmas card photo I took for my friend. Another roadblock. Or is it? Maybe it's not a roadblock, maybe instead it's an opportunity.

I'd like to tell you about my friend in this photo. She's actually more than a friend, she's family. We met when our boys were in kindergarten, seven years ago. Volunteering in the classroom on the same day each week, we became quick friends. She is smart and strong, funny and adventurous and the trait I envy the most, she's nice. The kind of nice that I wish I could be. Over the years we have seen each other through the ups and downs, spent holidays and vacations together, watched each other's pets and kids, laughed and cried. I couldn't ask for a better friend. I'm forever grateful to the kindergarten volunteer scheduler, who's random act changed my life.