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Saturday, October 6, 2012

Saturday Six

Welcome to the Saturday Six.  In following with the alphabetical theme, he is up to letter E.  Followers are to answer his six questions with keywords utilizing the letter E. Here we go.

1) E is for ESP. Which mental superpower would you rather have: The ability to read minds, the ability to change matter or the ability to transport yourself from one place to another. This is SUCH a fun question to ponder.  First off, I'd say that I'd LOVE the ability to read minds.  I love knowing the hard fast truth.  Bullshit bothers me.  Sugar-coating annoys me.  Being able to read minds gets you immediately what you need to know without all the head games associated with people who are afraid of hurting someone's feelings.  However, that could potentially backfire if you start reading minds of those near and dear to you.... so you'd either need to be totally able to turn it off and on or learn to develop a very thick skin.

Along the same lines, the ability to change matter could prove to be quite useful but I could see someone getting very greedy with this.  There would have to be some sort of parameter as to what could or couldn't be changed.  This option is a little to ambiguous for me to adequately ascertain whether or not I'd accept such a power.

Lastly, being able to beam yourself up in a moment's notice -- VERY COOL.  However, that's a solo act.  If you've got more than one person to transport, the power really isn't beneficial.  Now if you could transfer that power by osmosis... I'm all for it and that would ABSOLUTELY be my power of choice.  Think of all the traffic, headaches and cluster _____s you'd miss!  What a dream!  Never late for another thing!  You wouldn't even need GPS now would you?  

However, in looking at all three, I'm still going to have to say number one.  I'm a people person.  I love digging in people's minds and finding out what makes them tick.  I could totally kick ass as the next Barbara Wawa with the ability to read minds, now couldn't I?  My kids... yeah, they'd never get away with diddly squat.  I already have a thick skin so I think that this superpower would be quite suitable for me.  

2) E is for Earth. How much do you recycle to save the planet in a typical week. I'm a tree hugger.  I use cloth grocery bags.  I will recycle all glass, metal, tin, plastic and paper that I can every single week.  It's not a matter of how much... it's a matter of "do we have enough space to fit everything into the recycle bins?"

3) E is for East. What's the furthest East you've traveled in the United States. Maine, which also happens to be the furthest Eastern state in the United States.  :)  I've also been to New York, New Jersey, North Carolina and Florida which are all eastern states as well.

4) E is for Ellipsis. What kind of punctuation, other than the period or comma do you use most often? I actually utilize the ellipsis frequently in written conversation because I write in a stream-of-consciousness and it literally indicates the pause or shift in my train of thought.

5) E is for Elliptical. What is your favorite exercise in a gym? I'm actually not a fan of the elliptical.  Staying in one spot while doing motions that should propel you really befuddles me.  If you're running, you should GO SOMEWHERE.  I can't stand hamster machines.  That being said... my favorite "exercise" in a gym would have to be weights.  Am I having to pick a specific exercise that I like to do?  That would be next to impossible.  I love straight-leg dead lifts because it BURNS my legs the next day.  I love doing bench press because my arms shake after the 3rd set.  I love doing lunges because it gets my heart rate up... Frankly, I love the gym... weights... running... this is a hard one for me.  

6) E is for Empty. Most often, do you consider the glass half-empty or half-full?  Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but the glass is ALWAYS full.  Even if the water level is at 1/2, 1/3, 1/4, 1/305... why?  There is still air occupying the voided space, is there not?  I would generally say that it depends on my mood.  That's the truth.  


Friday, October 5, 2012

Friday Fill Ins

It may be laughable but I have missed being a part of the Friday Fill In community.  So, I'm baaaaaack!

And...here we go!

1. I said, "People are stupid."  (Because they are.)

2. Cold weather, flannel jammies and sleep is what I'm craving right now. 

3. I was thinking about making some homemade cranberry orange muffins in the morning and devouring one (or two) with some Earl Grey and honey.

4. Think outside the box, will you? 

5. We should have taken a vacation this summer. 

6. I need to get up at 4:20 am daily, whether I want to or not!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to sweet dreams, uninterrupted sleep and the chill of the night air creeping in my open window, tomorrow my plans include some morning "me time", a run, the gym, the donut store (for the Drewster), a baseball game, making some chili, attending Oktoberfest and  further and continual purge of crap from my abode and Sunday, I want to read, organize, scrap, plan, enjoy Drew's baseball game, edit some photos, make a run to the grocery store [that's actually a lie in that I don't WANT to go to the grocery store -- I HATE going to the grocery store but I HAVE to so it's on the list... damnit!]!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Hump Day

That's Wednesday for those of you who don't know better.  (And, if you had to have that explained to you, please discontinue reading as I'm not sure you're fully equipped to comprehend what is to come so you best be gettin' on... ya hear?)

Hump day.

>>>snickers<<<

I have "that" kind of mind.  Sorry.

Anyway, what was I talking about.  Oh yes, it's Wednesday.

Wednesday.

The day before Thursday and after Tuesday.  The day before I leave for the Sanity 2012 Tour.  I hit 40 this year you know.  I'm due a mid-life crisis anytime now, right?

Speaking of -- Have I hit "mid" life?

I certainly don't think I want to live to see 80.  Wrinkles, diapers, dementia, cataracts, "procedures" -- all that sounds Fuuuuuuuu-UUUUUN!  Right?  Yeah.  About as fun as a rambutan suppository!

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Something crazy heard at my house today:

Drew:  "Dad, I can't wait until Friday!"

Andy:  "Really, why?"

Drew:  "Because I can run around the house in my underwear!"

I'm pretty easily amused... but I wish I could get as excited about something so simple as he does.  He wasn't as excited when he got his butt smacked tonight for PUNCHING THE GARAGE DOOR when he didn't get his way.

Sometimes, this parenting thing -- yeah, that -- it really sucks.

Glad I wasn't hear to witness it.

Anyway, I'm long overdue for a status update, rant and photo overload... so stay tuned!  It will be forthcoming in the days ahead.

I've found inspiration again.
I love being inspired to write.
Perhaps I'll even begin writing on my book again.

Who knows.

First thing first.... get through tomorrow.... have a great weekend out of town... come back refreshed, renewed and ready to referee again.  Hopefully with a little more patience than I've had as of late.

:)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

First day of school

Today was the first day of school.  I felt like Nemo "First day of school!  First day of school!"

But, it was.

I mean, it still is, but it was for the boys.

Obviously, I was so much more excited than they were (obnoxiously so), but I think every stay-at-home parent is.

Everyone, whether they want to admit it or not, thrives on some sort of routine.  One simply cannot flourish in chaos of the summer sort.

Summer is chaos.

I like order.

I don't like "routine" but I like routines and order.

It helps me focus.

It helps me thrive.

It helps my creativity proliferate.

It helps my to-do list diminish.

Welcome back to routine and order!  This morning went smoothly (in my eyes) and although there were a few grumbles (not from the children...) it all seemed like a well orchestrated maneuver.

I was up at 4:20 am, hit the gym at 5am and, while I didn't finish my leg workout in its entirety, I did the bulk of it.  My theory was that a) it's better than nothing and b) it was more important that the boys' morning ran smoothly than my entire leg routine be completed.  Besides, I forgot to eat my banana and I was hungry!

I arrived home about 6:05am and started the back to school breakfast -- pancakes and bacon (by request).  And, if you know me, you know that while I can cook bacon, although I won't eat it, I certainly don't want to smell like it (or anything else that I cook for that matter!)  So, first step -- get the bacon baking.  Yes, I bake my bacon.  Why?  Because there is SO much less mess to clean up, I don't get burned by hot grease splattering everywhere, I don't have to flip it, plus it stays flat and... well... it's just EASIER!

And then here is when the schedule juggling starts.... I hear Josh turn on the shower upstairs so I know he's awake.  It's 6:20.  I plop five pancakes onto the griddle and know that I need to be showered and "done up"  ready to bolt out the door at 7am.  He needed to be at school by 7:15.  I finish flipping his pancakes; put everything on the island.  It's time for a lightning fast shower.  Josh comes down and eats while I'm getting ready.  I talk about the morning plans to a half-asleep husband (mistake on my part).  We are out the door at 7am.

Tradition in this house is to take pictures of the first day of school in the front yard.  However, starting in 7th grade the kids go to school in their gym clothes.  So, while I took a picture, it's quite anti-climactic for me because he's in gym clothes!  Phooey on gym clothes.  Gym clothes are yuck.   7th Grade, Josh's 1st day of 7th Grade at FWC I tease him all the way there about how I'm going to walk him in and take pictures by his locker and with his friends just to embarrass him.  But, when I pull into the Middle School drive, we simply say our goodbyes and he's off.  No hugs even.  I hate when they grow too big for hugs.  Kids, hug your moms.

I drive back home.  Walk in.  Drew is almost ready.  I work out the logistics of the rest of the morning much to someone's chagrin.  I snap a few pics of my 2nd grade cutie and we, too, are off for school.  I leave the house at 7:30am.
First Day of School, Drew's 1st day of 2nd grade
We arrive at school and, as expected, it's madness!  Duh!  There is NO WHERE IN THE WORLD to park anywhere near the elementary.  We have to park over by the high school and walk (which means we're nearly late, not that it matters on the first day).  I used that time, however, to have a nice talk on the way there... made sure his morning started out well.  So, it was worth it in my opinion to park across the campus-- and since it's my blog and it's about me, I suppose I'm the only opinion that really matters here, right?  Of COURSE!!

We walk in and it's wall to wall parents mixed in with some little people in uniforms here and there.  (I must mention, his pictures, were cute because he was in uniform!)We walk to his class... greet his lovely teacher... take a picture of him with his best friend... grab a hug and wish him well.  I have never been one to linger.  You get in.  You do what you need to do and you get out.

Now, it's to the "welcome coffee" in the cafeteria -- not for coffee, however, but for paying on their lunch accounts.  You see, the school switched to a new provider for lunches.  As such, there are glitches to the system until they get it working properly.  Accepting credit card payments to fund the boys' lunch accounts was one of the glitches.  This welcome coffee was wall-to-wall parents.  Eating, drinking, talking, hugging, filling out forms and registrations, joining PTO, bible study groups... You  name it, every group at the school had a table there for parents to find out more information. Did I mention it was crowded?  And loud? And I'm trying to finesse my way by, through and between people to find the table where the lunch service provider was located.  Of course, if you know me and my luck, you know where it was.  Don'tcha?  Yup -- there it was -- in the back corner... but not only in the back corner... it had a line.  You know what, though... WHO CARES!  I didn't.  I was getting it taken care of.  I was surrounded by happy people... and food.  I should have eaten.  I'm hungry.

What was I talking about again?

OH, yeah, food.

While I was in line, I decided to pick up one of their menus.  But wait, they had not one, but two menus.  Apparently the Elementary School has one menu and the Middle and High School has another.  Interesting.

It seems that I was not the only parent who was a little concerned about the nutritional value in the previous service provider's meal plans for the school.  However, while they did routinely serve what kids typically eat (pizza, chicken nuggets and Chick Fil A), they didn't make up for the lack of nutrition on the "off" days from those special weekly meals.

So, as I stated, I snatched up a couple of menus and began my perusal, two things immediately stood out.  First, I noticed that pizza is nowhere to be found on the menu for the month of August.  Now, I'm not a food prude (completely) when it comes to my children.  I allow my boys, with their lightning fast metabolism, the opportunity to indulge (in crap) way more than I ever would, and while I consider most of what they WANT "crap," I wouldn't begrudge them an occasional slice of pizza for lunch.  Even cafeteria pizza (to kids) is better than NO pizza.  I will admit, I'm rather surprised.

The second thing I noticed is that they seem to have done away with the snack bar.  Oh the snack bar.  It's a rite of passage of sorts.  Burritos, burgers, chili cheese fries, salad, etc.  These were the items that graced the snack bar when I was in high school and many were there last year at the boys' school.  I see no mention of snack bar items anywhere.  I wonder what the backlash will be or if there will be a considerably higher number of children bringing their lunches to school.  Inquiring minds wonder.

However, once I start to read the menu -- it sounds really appetizing (except for today's entree for middle and high school... chicken and sausage jambalaya with rice -- BARF!)  I find it *almost* a little overzealous on their part to provide two separate sets of entrees for one school.  That seems like a considerable amount of planning, stress and potential waste.

Here is a sampling of the Elementary School's August cuisine selection

  • Baked pork chops with yellow rice and steamed broccoli
  • Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and gravy and turnip greens
  • Baked ziti, California blend veggies
  • Asian beef stir fry and fried rice, honey-orange glazed carrots
  • Beef tips with white rice and sugar snap peas
  • Chicken spaghetti with sauteed whole green beans, cabbage
  • Lasagna, steamed broccoli, roasted cauliflower, garlic bread
I will admit that I find their aspirations of introducing a healthier and more varied assortment of vegetation to the kids quite an admirable goal.  I just hope it pans out and that the children go into the cafeteria with the idea that trying new things isn't a bad thing.  Besides, picky eaters annoy me!

A sampling of the Middle/High School's August cuisine selection:
  • Baked fish, Parmesan penne pasta, steamed broccoli
  • Lemon-pepper chicken breast, mashed potatoes and gravy, okra or turnip greens 
  • Blackened fish, potatoes O'brien, baked mozzarella tomato
  • Rosemary chicken breast, sauteed mushrooms, roasted broccoli
  • Shrimp scampi, sugar snap peas, asparagus or roasted potatoes
I think I may have to go up there for lunch a couple of times a month... just to see if it's... palatable (but definitely not when they're serving turnip greens.)  


***edited***
Drew came home with a revised school menu.  It seems that they do have a snack bar still.  Regardless of the crap they provide, I didn't think that was a wise choice to do away with it entirely.  I mean, what if some young 3rd, 4th or 5th grader (or visiting parent) simply doesn't want to eat turnip greens?  {{shudders}}


(pictures are forthcoming)


Sunday, July 22, 2012

3 1/2 weeks and it's ON!

The countdown is on to "back to school" at my house.  Since my offspring attend private school, they start a couple of weeks earlier than do other kids in our neighborhood.  That generally makes for some whiney boys come bedtime since "no one elllllllllse" has to go to bed early.  However, trying to establish a "routine" is critical when they're waking up long before they normally would.  I'm starting to wonder if that's more for me than it is for them because... well... they'll get up when I get them up regardless if they've had adequate sleep OR NOT!


We need...


haircuts?  Yes


New shoes?  Yes


New uniforms?  Yes


School supplies?  No.  No?  You heard me.  NO!  Oh no.  We don't need those here.  Why?  Because this mom is the devil.  (Did you forget?)  Our Parent/Teacher Organization does the "back to school supply packs" and I've purchased them the past two years. I think they're pure genius.  Am I letting my kids miss out on one of the greatest rites of passage of childhood by not letting them participate in the back to school supply shopping? Perhaps, however, I'm not losing any sleep over it.   


Why?  You ask?


Frankly, I hate shopping -- for anything.   EVEN back to school supplies.  Don't get me wrong. If I happen to be at Wal-Mart, I will absolutely go load up on stuff (FOR THE HOUSE) but having a list requesting a specific pencil brand, color and lead softness is enough to make me want to shove one right in someone's pupil!  Whatever it is that I need, is ultimately what they will be out of and I simply refuse to go to five different stores searching for a particular pencil pocket or a certain color of folder.  Ain't gonna happen.  Sorry about 'cha luck!


So, as it stands, we have three and a half weeks to get this ship into shape before it sets sail Thursday, August 16.  And, ooooooh what a crazy day that day is going to be.  


Why? You ask.  (You sure ask a lot of questions, ya know?)


Because I have three boys.


Three boys going in three different directions.


Three boys going in three different directions at three different times.  


I am but one mom.  I like to have a little bit of a life, too.  (Shocker, I know.)  I am not one of those moms who relishes these moments of this stage in life.  Frankly, I think it's a complete ass whip.  And you can quote me.  If you're going to quote me, however, please make it much more prophetic.  


Josh has to be at school the first day at 7:15 a.m.  SEVEN FIFTEEN?  Josh doesn't care about the back-to-school photos... even though I secretly want to follow him in to snap snap snap away but that's mostly just to embarrass him.  Hey, when you've got a teenager, you get your jollies where you can!


Drew will need to be at school by 7:45 a.m.  Drew is at the stage where you have to take the obligatory teacher/student photo.... a photo of him at his new desk... a photo of him walking into the school... at his locker.... We could regurgitate the abundant amount of Kodak moments that are taken every single year ad nauseam on the first day of school (and I'm sure they'll all be posted to Facebook).  However, I'm going to assume that most of you have been there / done that and so it probably isn't necessary.  Yet, if you're really wanting to savor these moments, do a Pinterest search.  I'm sure someone has created a colorful checklist for you to print, laminate and utilize every single year!  Oh the joys of the internet!  We can all appear like we have it all together all the time and be color coordinated, too!  


Back to the plan... that would be two boys down, and one to go.  Benji, however, doesn't need to be at school at the ass crack of dawn.  His day doesn't start until 9am.  


I'm thinking Andy is going to get to stay home with the little creeper this year.  I can run Josh, return, scoop Drew.  Get him settled, snap a couple of photos and get out the door.  


Nice thought, right? 


Oh... but, that's not the case.  Our school does a Welcome Back coffee for the parents.  This means that I will need to be READY to meet other people by 8am.  "Ready" as in showered, hair coiffed, and actually wearing something other than my gym clothes at 7am.  I just don't see how that will be possible.  


And that irks me.  


Seriously.  


My entire schedule is going to have to be thrown into the garbage disposal that day for sure.  


Shouldn't the first day of school breakfast be a nutritious one?  But how can you make a healthy, nutritious breakfast and serve it warm when you not only have to leave the house by 7am but also have to be completely dressed, showered, and "ready" before then???  


If you don't know me, just know this:  I hate (as in abhor, loathe, detest, HAAATE) smelling like food.  I can't cook breakfast and serve it warm when I have to be out the door by 7am fully dressed, showered and looking presentable and NOT smelling like a pancake.  Right?  


Hmmm... leave the house by 7am to deposit one at 7:15, back by 7:30 to leave and deposit #2 by 7:45.  Snap, snap, "cheeeeeese", snap, snap, hugs, bye.  Then be at a "coffee" for 15-20 minutes to hob nob with the other snotty pretentious people (like me) who send their children to private school because we're better than everyone.  [Don't laugh, my son was told that.] I will then need to head home, pack up a lunch for the ankle biter and hope that he's been fed, changed and entertained.  Kiss, kiss.  Hand-off.  Then, I'm off again to deposit said ankle biter to his school for the day.  At this point I will head to the gym to burn off some much needed "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"  


Oh wait, I still haven't eaten.  I need to eat.  That's a given.  Perhaps I can eat in between sets at the gym?  


Oh, it's not even over then.  Drew gets released at 11:45 am the first day of school.  So at 11:30 am I will be back up at the school to retrieve him.  I'm sure we will do something so extra fantastical for lunch since it is the first day of school and you (should) ONLY have a first day of second grade once in your lifetime.  After such time we shall head home for probably an hour until it becomes time sensitive to retrieve the ankle biter (2:20 pm) and then back home for thirty minutes or so.  Then we will go BACK to the school to pick up the big kid at 3:10 when he is released for the day.


That day, my friends, will suck.  So why have I even started a countdown to that.  I have no freakin' clue.  It has just become abundantly clear to me that I need therapy.  

Friday, July 13, 2012

Talking Shit About Milestones

I thought about it.  There's really no other way to effectively title this entry into the book of my life.  So, yes, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to talk shit about milestones.

As a mother, you savor moments in your children's lives that mark milestones... the first time they sleep through the night... the first solid food... the first tooth in... the first word... the first steps... the list goes on and on because life is filled with so many firsts -- even when they're grown.

I had a first today.  A first of epic proportions (in my mind, anyway).  A first that was so ridiculously over-the-top of any other first that I truly believe Benji really "is" the child that holds true to the cliche that "third time's the charm."

Oh yes.

He's the third.

However, it's probably more like "third strike and you're out" now that I think about it.

I should have known that life would be different with three.  You move from man on man to zone defense.  Divide and conquer.

And, while he has learned to adapt to some situations, being two, you can't really expect him to fall into line without developing some mechanism for standing out and being his own person.

And, let us not forget whom his mother is.  She is one who generally stands out (even when she doesn't want to.) So Benji, by default, has the genetic disposition to be a little off the status-quo from the get go.  Let's be frank... he needs prayers.

He's different... that Benji.  He is always ready to leave his mark...

Whether it's his food... on the floor.

His crayola artwork... on the flatscreen.

His Matchbox cars.... across your forehead.

Yes.... That Benji.  He is always ready to leave his mark.  He is a giver.  Indeed.  He is.  We are blessed.

Today, however.  Today was a different kind of gift.  Usually the unexpected gifts are the ones to truly treasure.  Everyone expects a gift on Valentine's Day or their anniversary or their birthday -- those are times when you have to buy the obligatory purchase.  I'm not into obligatory anything.  I do, however, appreciate thoughtful sentiments out of the blue.  Moreover, some of my most favorite gifts were simply because someone saw something that made them think of me... and so they had buy it... for me... because of me.  Those, those are the gifts that I treasure.  Those are the gifts that are truly from the heart.

Benji's gift, however, was from an even deeper place.

Say it with me now... I am blessed.

I had spent the morning in the playroom floor.  I had drunk a considerable amount of water, milk, tea and thus, had to "go."  We had Buzz and Woody on the tube.  We had cars everywhere.  We had snacks.  We had drinks.  He should have been set for the thirty-second pit stop I required to make a visit to the loo.

SHOULD HAVE been set.

SHOULD HAVE.

I did my business.  I walked out and sat in the chair as Moose (the Rot) was wanting to be scratched.  That's when I hear the pitter patter of little bare feet flopping on the hardwoods running from the playroom to my location.  It's truly an adorable sound.  I genuinely love to hear him run along the floor.

"Mommy.  Mommy.  Mommy."

I can see his outstretched clenched hand.  He has something in his hand he wants to give to me.  I'm fairly certain that it's the Lego car he kept taking apart for me to fix.  So, while still looking down at Moose and scratching him with my left hand, I extend my right for the Lego car.


Benji promptly deposited his gift into my hand.

It wasn't a Lego car.

Oh, it was not.

It was probably the furthest thing FROM a Lego car I could have ever even imagined.

There.

In my hand.

Benji deposited....

wait for it...

...a piece of shit.

You see, we are potty training.  He knows poop is not supposed to be in his diaper.  So he was apparently cleaning it out....

By giving it ... TO... ME!

I looked at it.

I didn't know what it was.

Then I looked at him.

He looked at me.  I think he was proud.  How delusional.

I looked at my hand.  Then, I'm pretty sure I said, "What the hell???" (quite loudly)  I looked down at the piece of crap and screamed, "No... NO NO NO NO NO NO NO POOP GOES IN THE TOILET.... NOT MOMMY'S HAND.  POOP IN THE TOILET."


I bolted up and made my way to the throne to remove the fecal matter from my hand.  


PLOP


 (nice sound effects, huh?  I have a high-quality blog.  Be thankful it's not scratch-n-sniff.)


I looked at Benji.  I laughed... I sat there shaking my head trying to garner any kind of comprehension as to what had just transpired without feeling like "WHAT THE HELL"...

And..... then I went straight for the bleach.  Truthfully, there isn't much that grosses me out.  But, for some reason, at that moment, I felt the need to bleach my hand.  


We then executed a full diaper change in proper form.  


So, there ya go.  I'm talkin' shit on my blog.  Laugh among yourselves.

Never a dull moment.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

It's JULY!

It's July 1.  This means that 2012 is half over.  Oh wait!  Does that make me a pessimist?  Should I have said, "We have half a year left in which to make memories"? Meh... It means that the year is half over.  You  never realize how fast time flies until you look at major landmarks like that.

A lot has happened in the last six months.
A lot has happened in the last six months that I'd like to forget.
A lot has happened in the last six months that I'd like to happen every single day.

But, it is what it is and that's where it is.

July 1.

Today my son, Josh, leaves for three weeks in Iowa.  I enter a funk of sorts because while I do tend to communicate with him when he's there -- it's never on the level that I enjoy.  He is a texter.  While I am, I appreciate and value the interpersonal communication of a verbal conversation so that I can hear sighs, pauses, laughs, smiles rather than see this...

:)

... typed out on a screen.  But, again, it is what it is.... which is why the funk starts.  I'm nearly 40...he's 13.  C'est la vie, right?

The calendar has some fun scheduled for this month.  Hopefully things will pan out.

This month my goals will be to get back on track with most of the "plans" I have that went on hold about two months ago.

Wish me luck.