Today was a beautiful, sunny Mother's Day. My mom gave me a lovely hanging basket of petunias, and Sean and the kids gave me some camp chairs that I wanted, gardening gloves to replace mine that have holes in the fingers, flowers for the garden, wind chimes which I have wanted since my last ones broke, Scentsy wax, candy, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Very lovely. We went to dessert at my moms' house last night and dinner at Cami's house tonight. Both were full of deliciousness and great company. Even though I hate Mother's Day, I love my mom, and I love my kids. I give thanks for them all every day. And I'm grateful to Sean's mom, because she raised a good son. And because she likes Diet Coke and puzzles and likes to read so therefore she's automatically all kinds of awesome.
Josh's baseball practice went well last week. Lexi is a somewhat different story. It's OK, she'll go and play, and she doesn't make me stay right by her every second, just every other second, but she's clearly not that into it. She was sitting on the ground out at second base, picking grass and putting it on her legs, with her mitt and hat off, and I turned to Courtney and said, "Clearly, I think this may not be her game." Courtney was like, "Ya think?" The sucky thing about t-ball is that it is no one's game. It's boring for almost every kid, even the ones who really like it. T-ball probably should not actually exist, really, if you think about it. The kids in the outfield don't have the skills yet to do much, and they can't understand the strategy and rules of the game quite yet, and I get that t-ball is there to start teaching them. But, basically, it's just a bunch of kids standing around in a field, not knowing what to do, waiting around until it's their turn to bat, hitting a ball, then running wherever and whenever someone tells them to. And doing a lot of standing around again in between the running. Baseball is weird in that it doesn't get fun until the kids know what they're doing. Other sports, like soccer and basketball and football, as long as you get playing time you can have fun while you're learning how to do it. Anyway.
Not too much to report. The garden has started popping up. Sean's been working quite a bit. Courtney and Brittney seem to have their hands full between school and work. Courtney's summer term started this week. Chemistry and math. Gross.
I really feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say. No, that's not true. I don't have anything that I feel like writing about. If someone called me up on the phone right now and asked me how much I hate Mitt Romney and why, or what I think about gay marriage, or why I plan to vote for President Obama, or what I think about the new mandatory 72-hour waiting period for abortions, or how stupid I think the city of Layton is to rezone all the farmland in West Layton and force the owners to sell so they can build a giant Gateway-style mall there, or how I feel about a nuclear power plant being built along the Green River, or how tired I am of high school kids, or why Brantley Gilbert is so hot, or anything else, really, I would be happy to talk about it. I just don't really feel like articulating it in writing. But, sadly, it's after 11:00 at night, so it's doubtful that anyone will be calling.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
DERBY!! Harlequins v. Minion Terrors
Sunday was the Harlequins first bout. We've gone through so many ups and downs and changes to get to this point, and I was just so proud of these girls. We lost, but only had 6 girls against their 13. So they were getting plenty of rest and our girls were playing every jam. But they did so well. It was so freaking fun to watch, and they've worked so long and hard to get here that it was extra sweet.
Blawndee 117 This is my girl!!
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| Brittney as Jammer |
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| The pack... Love these girls! |
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| Brittney going after the other team's Jammer |
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| Lead Jammer... racking up some points |
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| Blawndee coming through... Get outta the way! |
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| Jammer coming through.... move it |
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| Getting shoved around |
This is an awesome little group of girls, and their coach is so amazing, and the parents are all supa cool, too. Can't wait for the next bout.
T-ball, the Good Fairy, and Summer Fever
This weekend was pretty darn awesome. I think I enjoyed it very much.
Friday night was Lexi's first t-ball practice. She had finally agreed to go and play if I stood by her, and she held me to it. But she did play, so YAY! She started to get increasingly whiny and all "I can't stand up," and "I don't want to bat again so I'll just sit here by third base and whine." I was getting supremely annoyed until I wised up and thought about checking her blood sugar. She was at 52. Yikes. So I fed her some fruit snacks and she was good to go. She went up and batted again and practiced catching grounders. We were partners with this super cute chubby little boy in a blue M&Ms t-shirt that made him look like a blue M&M, and he was all, "I love playing this baseball!!!!" So cute. There's one other little girl on the team named Lilly, and she told me some random story all about someone who is only 4 and lost some teeth already. Little kids are funny.
Lexi and I went to Kaden's baptism on Saturday. On the way there "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and Lexi was singing along in that cute, totally sweet little voice that 4 year olds have. I wish I had a recorder because it was the sweetest sounding song coming out of her little face. "When I see your face... There's not a thing that I would change... Because you're amazing, just the way you are."
At the baptism, a lady told a story about the Holy Ghost prompting someone not to drink some contaminated water. I didn't think Lexi was really paying attention, and since we don't attend any church she doesn't really have a concept of what the Holy Ghost is. Which became evident when she retold the story to me later, as apparently she was actually paying attention. She told me later, "When they tell you not to drink the water, you have to listen, and you have to not drink the water, else you won't get a treat from the good fairy." Ha! Love the Holy Ghost as the Good Fairy. Works for me.
Sunday Brittney's roller derby team had a bout, but that probably gets its own post because I want to post pics and I have a lot.
End of school year-itis hit me really hard yesterday. I don't know exactly why. There wasn't any real reason for it, but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to not go to work anymore for a few months. Usually I'm cool with going to work, but last night I just really wanted to get a Redbox and a bag of cookies and not go to bed. Only a few more weeks, though, and it will fly by.
Friday night was Lexi's first t-ball practice. She had finally agreed to go and play if I stood by her, and she held me to it. But she did play, so YAY! She started to get increasingly whiny and all "I can't stand up," and "I don't want to bat again so I'll just sit here by third base and whine." I was getting supremely annoyed until I wised up and thought about checking her blood sugar. She was at 52. Yikes. So I fed her some fruit snacks and she was good to go. She went up and batted again and practiced catching grounders. We were partners with this super cute chubby little boy in a blue M&Ms t-shirt that made him look like a blue M&M, and he was all, "I love playing this baseball!!!!" So cute. There's one other little girl on the team named Lilly, and she told me some random story all about someone who is only 4 and lost some teeth already. Little kids are funny.
Lexi and I went to Kaden's baptism on Saturday. On the way there "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and Lexi was singing along in that cute, totally sweet little voice that 4 year olds have. I wish I had a recorder because it was the sweetest sounding song coming out of her little face. "When I see your face... There's not a thing that I would change... Because you're amazing, just the way you are."
At the baptism, a lady told a story about the Holy Ghost prompting someone not to drink some contaminated water. I didn't think Lexi was really paying attention, and since we don't attend any church she doesn't really have a concept of what the Holy Ghost is. Which became evident when she retold the story to me later, as apparently she was actually paying attention. She told me later, "When they tell you not to drink the water, you have to listen, and you have to not drink the water, else you won't get a treat from the good fairy." Ha! Love the Holy Ghost as the Good Fairy. Works for me.
Sunday Brittney's roller derby team had a bout, but that probably gets its own post because I want to post pics and I have a lot.
End of school year-itis hit me really hard yesterday. I don't know exactly why. There wasn't any real reason for it, but all of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to not go to work anymore for a few months. Usually I'm cool with going to work, but last night I just really wanted to get a Redbox and a bag of cookies and not go to bed. Only a few more weeks, though, and it will fly by.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Kid Stuff
Lexi just told me, "I have an oval face. Your face is a trapezoid." Um, OK? No wonder I have such great self-esteem. I have a trapezoid-shaped face, apparently.
The Harlequins have a bout this weekend. Should be fun.
Lexi found a pair of Josh's nasty old sneakers yesterday and decided that she loves them soooooo much. That was fine when she was just playing outside, but she insisted on wearing them to school today. Along with his old baseball hat. Whatever. I wonder what the people in the daycare think of her "new" shoes.
Josh started baseball practice tonight. He did great and had fun. Lexi starts t-ball practice on Friday. We'll see how that goes. At least she's actually agreed to go and try, so that's progress.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
The Weekend and Other Stuff
Last weekend was so awesome. My mom took Josh and Lexi overnight, and it was a much needed break. We didn't even do anything; I just needed to not be mom'd to death for a few hours. We got up Saturday morning and set out for the trailer lot to look at trailers, and it was a nice day so we garage sale'd our way there. We didn't buy much-- a couple of brand new Rainbird pop-up sprinklers in the box for a buck a piece. We always need those. But it was nice to be out in the sun and without an entourage. We picked out the trailer we want-- it's the same one we chose last year-- then looked at the price tag and went home. A trailer is SUCH a poor investment for our family, and we keep deciding that, and then we keep deciding to buy one anyway. Blah.
On a related note, if you pray to win the lottery, do you get struck by lightning? Or lose all your hair or have your house burn down? I have a PowerBall ticket with 2 or 3 draws left on it. Better not chance it.
Sean had to work on Sunday for a few hours, and I spent the whole time sitting in a chair in the shade of a tree in my backyard, reading a book. I got up every so often to put in another load of laundry or do stuff, but mostly I sat and read. The sun must have filtered through the tree a little, because I got a little burned in patches. I can't seem to go outside without getting burned, even though I wear sunscreen. Inevitably I miss a spot. I always put it on my tattoo before I go out and then on my arms, but then half of my knee cap or my eyelids or some other weird place will burn.
Sean planted the garden while I sat in my chair and read in the shade. I consulted on the project and helped a little with the potatoes, but he did the rest. We've got red potatoes, Yukon gold potatoes, onions, carrots, beets, radishes, cucumbers, and I'm not sure if he planted peas. Or cantaloupe.
I went to the library and checked out 3 novels of the garbage variety... 3 more novels in the demon-hunting soccer mom series. I then made sure that I used the self-check out so that the librarian couldn't judge me for my reading choices. Our library has these two weird parking spots that are labeled "Car Pool Only," and I have always wondered what that means. I mean, presumably they're reserved for people who car pool to the library, but seriously? Who gets their friends and neighbors together for a group trip to the old library? So then Brittney said that maybe they're for people who are car pooling to work, but the library isn't situated in a place where that makes sense. And why would they reserve 2 spots right in front of the library for people to park their cars all day while they are at work? No one ever parks there, ever. So I have started parking there whenever I go to the library. Just for the hell of it. I'm hoping someone will call me out on it sometime. I was all by myself today and a lady was eyeing me when I got out of my car in the Car Pool Only slot, but she didn't say anything. That's right... keep on walking sista. I've also considered parking in the Expectant Mothers spots they have at one of the grocery stores, just because I think it's kinda dumb, but the universe likes to mess with me and I'd probably re-grow a uterus and get pregnant if I did.
On our way to the diabetes clinic today, we passed the DI. It was about 9:52, and I'm assuming that it opens at 10:00, because there was a line to get in, like some sort of Black Friday door buster. Seriously? Ha ha ha! It made me laugh. Josh said that maybe there was a rock star that everyone was there to see. Hmmmm... possible, but not really. That would have to be some crap-a rock star that does appearances at the DI. I mean, really though, what's inside the DI that's worth lining up for? Everything in there was given away because someone else didn't want it!!! I love a DI treasure hunt as much as anyone and I'm not above shopping there, at all. But I wouldn't wait in line to get in, that's for dang sure.
We went to the diabetes clinic today, and the doctor was really happy with Lexi's Hba1c numbers. YAY!! Superstar! I am so happy. She doesn't like to rotate injection sites as much as I want her to, so I am always worried about scar tissue developing, but the doctor said she is fine and we're doing a good job. So happy. The only bad news was that my kids don't know how to behave in public, but I already knew that.
On a related note, if you pray to win the lottery, do you get struck by lightning? Or lose all your hair or have your house burn down? I have a PowerBall ticket with 2 or 3 draws left on it. Better not chance it.
Sean had to work on Sunday for a few hours, and I spent the whole time sitting in a chair in the shade of a tree in my backyard, reading a book. I got up every so often to put in another load of laundry or do stuff, but mostly I sat and read. The sun must have filtered through the tree a little, because I got a little burned in patches. I can't seem to go outside without getting burned, even though I wear sunscreen. Inevitably I miss a spot. I always put it on my tattoo before I go out and then on my arms, but then half of my knee cap or my eyelids or some other weird place will burn.
Sean planted the garden while I sat in my chair and read in the shade. I consulted on the project and helped a little with the potatoes, but he did the rest. We've got red potatoes, Yukon gold potatoes, onions, carrots, beets, radishes, cucumbers, and I'm not sure if he planted peas. Or cantaloupe.
I went to the library and checked out 3 novels of the garbage variety... 3 more novels in the demon-hunting soccer mom series. I then made sure that I used the self-check out so that the librarian couldn't judge me for my reading choices. Our library has these two weird parking spots that are labeled "Car Pool Only," and I have always wondered what that means. I mean, presumably they're reserved for people who car pool to the library, but seriously? Who gets their friends and neighbors together for a group trip to the old library? So then Brittney said that maybe they're for people who are car pooling to work, but the library isn't situated in a place where that makes sense. And why would they reserve 2 spots right in front of the library for people to park their cars all day while they are at work? No one ever parks there, ever. So I have started parking there whenever I go to the library. Just for the hell of it. I'm hoping someone will call me out on it sometime. I was all by myself today and a lady was eyeing me when I got out of my car in the Car Pool Only slot, but she didn't say anything. That's right... keep on walking sista. I've also considered parking in the Expectant Mothers spots they have at one of the grocery stores, just because I think it's kinda dumb, but the universe likes to mess with me and I'd probably re-grow a uterus and get pregnant if I did.
On our way to the diabetes clinic today, we passed the DI. It was about 9:52, and I'm assuming that it opens at 10:00, because there was a line to get in, like some sort of Black Friday door buster. Seriously? Ha ha ha! It made me laugh. Josh said that maybe there was a rock star that everyone was there to see. Hmmmm... possible, but not really. That would have to be some crap-a rock star that does appearances at the DI. I mean, really though, what's inside the DI that's worth lining up for? Everything in there was given away because someone else didn't want it!!! I love a DI treasure hunt as much as anyone and I'm not above shopping there, at all. But I wouldn't wait in line to get in, that's for dang sure.
We went to the diabetes clinic today, and the doctor was really happy with Lexi's Hba1c numbers. YAY!! Superstar! I am so happy. She doesn't like to rotate injection sites as much as I want her to, so I am always worried about scar tissue developing, but the doctor said she is fine and we're doing a good job. So happy. The only bad news was that my kids don't know how to behave in public, but I already knew that.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Reasons Why I Will Not Be Winning Mother of the Year.
1. I spent my grocery money this month on concert tickets.
2. I let my kid check out of school early to go to a concert in Salt Lake with her friends.
3. I haven't been doing Josh's off-track homework with him.
OK I could come up with way more than this, but this is a depressing exercise. When I got on blogger to finish this post, it had posted the first line and eaten the rest. Hmmmm... Not sure exactly what I did there. I prefer to just blame blogger.
Somebody on facebook today wrote that people are vilifying Ann Romney for staying at home and raising her kids. Really? No one is "vilifying" Ann Romney specifically or sahm's in general. The term "working mom" is used all the time without much fuss, but then one journalist says that Ann Romney didn't work, and suddenly sahm's and motherhood are under attack? There seems to be this sentiment floating around the internet in some circles that working moms and society in general don't value the work of motherhood. How do working moms not value motherhood? WE ARE MOTHERS! But also, why does anyone have to value what you do? Lots of people don't value what I do. Oh well. I don't understand the need for people to think that motherhood is so honorable. I didn't become a mom to get accolades and honors. I became a mom because there is a biological imperative to reproduce and because I thought it seemed like a good idea at the time. I love my kids, I love my family, the end. The only people I expect to value my contribution as a mother are my own kids, and even then I don't expect it all the time. Whatever. Also, why is there always this competition over who works the hardest? How would you even decide something like that? It's so pointless. I was reading an essay by a sahm today about how she feels like no one values what she does, and then she said that what she does is so much harder than what working moms do. Do you not understand that you have just done to me what you are accusing others of doing to you? You've just crapped on what I do and said it's not that hard. Dumb. Do men sit around debating over whose job is the hardest? Bah.
I found a bald spot yesterday. I'm hoping that the hair will be growing back, but I've been afraid for a while that as my hair turns white, I will have more bald spots.
If all goes well, we're going camping this weekend. Yay! I'm so happy it's spring.
Dang my blog is boring.
Sean tilled up the garden area where we usually put our pool and filled it with topsoil. So I guess we're not having a pool this year. He's like... the garden is ready to be planted! Oh. That's not fun. I told him yesterday that I would weed today. But then when I got home I was like... Um, no, I said I would READ today. I bought The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest ,so I've started reading it and it's purty good.
2. I let my kid check out of school early to go to a concert in Salt Lake with her friends.
3. I haven't been doing Josh's off-track homework with him.
OK I could come up with way more than this, but this is a depressing exercise. When I got on blogger to finish this post, it had posted the first line and eaten the rest. Hmmmm... Not sure exactly what I did there. I prefer to just blame blogger.
Somebody on facebook today wrote that people are vilifying Ann Romney for staying at home and raising her kids. Really? No one is "vilifying" Ann Romney specifically or sahm's in general. The term "working mom" is used all the time without much fuss, but then one journalist says that Ann Romney didn't work, and suddenly sahm's and motherhood are under attack? There seems to be this sentiment floating around the internet in some circles that working moms and society in general don't value the work of motherhood. How do working moms not value motherhood? WE ARE MOTHERS! But also, why does anyone have to value what you do? Lots of people don't value what I do. Oh well. I don't understand the need for people to think that motherhood is so honorable. I didn't become a mom to get accolades and honors. I became a mom because there is a biological imperative to reproduce and because I thought it seemed like a good idea at the time. I love my kids, I love my family, the end. The only people I expect to value my contribution as a mother are my own kids, and even then I don't expect it all the time. Whatever. Also, why is there always this competition over who works the hardest? How would you even decide something like that? It's so pointless. I was reading an essay by a sahm today about how she feels like no one values what she does, and then she said that what she does is so much harder than what working moms do. Do you not understand that you have just done to me what you are accusing others of doing to you? You've just crapped on what I do and said it's not that hard. Dumb. Do men sit around debating over whose job is the hardest? Bah.
I found a bald spot yesterday. I'm hoping that the hair will be growing back, but I've been afraid for a while that as my hair turns white, I will have more bald spots.
If all goes well, we're going camping this weekend. Yay! I'm so happy it's spring.
Dang my blog is boring.
Sean tilled up the garden area where we usually put our pool and filled it with topsoil. So I guess we're not having a pool this year. He's like... the garden is ready to be planted! Oh. That's not fun. I told him yesterday that I would weed today. But then when I got home I was like... Um, no, I said I would READ today. I bought The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest ,so I've started reading it and it's purty good.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Me Mumbling About Stuff
I did not want to go back to work yesterday. Oh well. We tried to win the lottery, and then I wouldn't have to work ever again, but oddly enough we were not successful. The odds were only like 1:759,004,578,320,984,555,557,821. Or something like that. But with a jackpot of 640 million, what the heck. Can't win if you don't play. Unless you are me; then you can't win anything ever.
Spring Break was... well, it was something. I love being off work, so that's good enough right there. Monday I spent all day long running errands, and then Tuesday Josh, Lexi, and I went to the park with Wendy and her kids and I packed for our trip.
Wednesday we took off for a few days in Las Vegas. It wasn't exactly the relaxing trip I wanted, but I knew it wouldn't be, so whatever.
Sunday we had a visit from the Easter bunny, did some of the chores that had to be done before the new week, and went to mom's for a lovely Easter dinner.
A couple things I've been thinking of:
I should never speak to other people. This is why I am antisocial. At work, one of my friends forwarded me an e-mail with some feedback that she sent to some people at Weber State about something and asked me what I thought of it. I told her I agreed with her feedback and told her some of my own thoughts. Now I find out that she forwarded the things I wrote to her on to the people at Weber! Gah! Not like it's that big a deal, but I might not have said the same things if I were speaking to them that I said to her. Why do I bother to talk to people. I should have just told her "I agree" and left it at that.
I've been thinking a lot about modesty lately, reading things on the internet, and Wendy and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. I read an article somewhere about a ward where the leaders were on a modesty kick with the young women, and they sent out a letter to the YM and YW presidencies, and included in this letter was the admonition that the young men should avoid young women at dances who were dressed immodestly. This is so wrong for so many reasons. So many. I saw a group of young ladies at the store on Sunday wearing cute spring skirts, and in my neighborhood it's a pretty safe bet that they had just come from church. One of the skirts was really tight and short, and I wondered if anyone had given her crap about wearing it at church. Probably not. But I just had this sudden and very strong thought that if there is one place where there should be no dress code, it's church. I don't even care. Someone shows up in a bikini to church on Sunday? Oh well. Move over and make room on the pew. Who cares? Really? You come to worship God, you should be welcomed regardless of what you're wearing. Period. And no one should set themselves up as the modesty police, but least of all the young men. You don't teach young people to shun others based on what they're wearing. Gross.
I've finished reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. Two thumbs up. Gotta reserve the third one at the library. I'm in the middle of Lucky Man, which is Michael J. Fox's first memoir, and The Prada Paradox, which is just fluff garbage reading, my favorite type. The back of the book calls it a combination of action and chick-lit, which is right up my alley. Michael J. Fox's memoir is good so far. I really loved his second one, and this one is fun to read too. He's so positive, and his wife, Tracy Pollan, is so cool. I picked up this book called something like Is Anyone Out There?, and I was so mad at it that I didn't even finish it. According to the book jacket, it was supposed to be kinda quirky and funny, but I get about a third of the way in and find out that one of the main characters is dead and it was incredibly sad to me! I don't read books that make me cry. I was so pissed. This is why I read goofy books like Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon Hunting Soccer Mom. Silly and cheesy? Sure, but it's guaranteed to not make me cry.
I got Montgomery Gentry concert tickets and I'm about to buy Def Lepard/Poison tickets for this summer. So excited! Haven't been to a show for a while. Also, I entered to win a trip to Nashville to see my boyfriend Brantley Gilbert in concert.
Spring Break was... well, it was something. I love being off work, so that's good enough right there. Monday I spent all day long running errands, and then Tuesday Josh, Lexi, and I went to the park with Wendy and her kids and I packed for our trip.
Wednesday we took off for a few days in Las Vegas. It wasn't exactly the relaxing trip I wanted, but I knew it wouldn't be, so whatever.
Sunday we had a visit from the Easter bunny, did some of the chores that had to be done before the new week, and went to mom's for a lovely Easter dinner.
A couple things I've been thinking of:
I should never speak to other people. This is why I am antisocial. At work, one of my friends forwarded me an e-mail with some feedback that she sent to some people at Weber State about something and asked me what I thought of it. I told her I agreed with her feedback and told her some of my own thoughts. Now I find out that she forwarded the things I wrote to her on to the people at Weber! Gah! Not like it's that big a deal, but I might not have said the same things if I were speaking to them that I said to her. Why do I bother to talk to people. I should have just told her "I agree" and left it at that.
I've been thinking a lot about modesty lately, reading things on the internet, and Wendy and I had an interesting conversation about it the other night. I read an article somewhere about a ward where the leaders were on a modesty kick with the young women, and they sent out a letter to the YM and YW presidencies, and included in this letter was the admonition that the young men should avoid young women at dances who were dressed immodestly. This is so wrong for so many reasons. So many. I saw a group of young ladies at the store on Sunday wearing cute spring skirts, and in my neighborhood it's a pretty safe bet that they had just come from church. One of the skirts was really tight and short, and I wondered if anyone had given her crap about wearing it at church. Probably not. But I just had this sudden and very strong thought that if there is one place where there should be no dress code, it's church. I don't even care. Someone shows up in a bikini to church on Sunday? Oh well. Move over and make room on the pew. Who cares? Really? You come to worship God, you should be welcomed regardless of what you're wearing. Period. And no one should set themselves up as the modesty police, but least of all the young men. You don't teach young people to shun others based on what they're wearing. Gross.
I've finished reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played With Fire. Two thumbs up. Gotta reserve the third one at the library. I'm in the middle of Lucky Man, which is Michael J. Fox's first memoir, and The Prada Paradox, which is just fluff garbage reading, my favorite type. The back of the book calls it a combination of action and chick-lit, which is right up my alley. Michael J. Fox's memoir is good so far. I really loved his second one, and this one is fun to read too. He's so positive, and his wife, Tracy Pollan, is so cool. I picked up this book called something like Is Anyone Out There?, and I was so mad at it that I didn't even finish it. According to the book jacket, it was supposed to be kinda quirky and funny, but I get about a third of the way in and find out that one of the main characters is dead and it was incredibly sad to me! I don't read books that make me cry. I was so pissed. This is why I read goofy books like Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon Hunting Soccer Mom. Silly and cheesy? Sure, but it's guaranteed to not make me cry.
I got Montgomery Gentry concert tickets and I'm about to buy Def Lepard/Poison tickets for this summer. So excited! Haven't been to a show for a while. Also, I entered to win a trip to Nashville to see my boyfriend Brantley Gilbert in concert.
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