Why is it when you get a new house, people just decide to drop by? I swear, every night in the last week either someone has come over at an inconvenient time (the middle of dinner) or when we were gone and wondered why we weren't home-not that they called beforehand or anything.
I would give anything to live in the middle of nowhere just so I can have a peaceful dinner, but then again, I really don't want to go to the trouble of moving-AGAIN.
So I went to get my husband some beer, cause he thought a drink was a good idea too, and they have all kinds of stuff you can add to your beer. Fruity and chocolate and what not and it's like caffine and flavor and just seems weird. Maybe I'm a purist with my beer, but I really don't want to add anything to it. That's what makes it beer and not some kind of froo frooie drink. Maybe I'm just weird.
So, I'm making a wedding cake in a few weeks and I made a mockup of it tonight, so everyone is welcome to some cake. That's the best thing about being one of the few parents allowed in the staff lounge, they eat whatever I leave there. So I test run all kinds of things on the school staff. Maybe I'll start leaving comment cards, too. OK, it's late here so I'm going to bed. Night guys and gals.
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
<font size=""1""><font color="#"black"">Liberalism is not an affilation its a curable disease. </font></font><br /><br><font color="#"gray"">~Wisdom of Shawnshuefus</font><br /><br><font color="#"blue""><font size=""1"">The punishment which the wise suffer, who refuse to take part in government, is...
Just a quick explanation, I love my 3 year old, but he can destroy (in 30 minutes alone with my husband) what it will take me 2 days to fix and while I'm fixing the first mess he's working on creating another disaster for me to fix. And my husband wonders why we still have boxes filling the living room (the only room left to unpack).
The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating-in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life. --Anne Morris
