lunch break

...old schtuff

Spent the weekend at the beach.  Summer has arrived in full spirit.

My dad recently received some of the photos from my Pop Pop's house (Pop Pop passed away in Oct. 2004).  Tucked away among the photos was my grandmother Ruth's nursing school journal:

Wow.

First, her handwriting is unbelievable.

Second, look at the date.

Third, she got an A. 

Fourth, read the condition.  The sad part is if this baby was born today, it probably would have lived.

I love finding things like this.  I never knew my grandmother Ruth, nor knew much about her.  But this journal makes her real.  How very, very cool.

XOXO

...a public apology

For my dear friend, Mercer's behavior.

She is so INSANELY jealous that I am one week younger than her that she posted a false comment about my age in the previous post.

I am, in fact, turning 21 for the 6th time today!

...does anyone else

...think these things are tough sometimes?

You know - when you have to type it in to comment on someone's blog or join a yahoo group?  It's like a tough high school test and when you hit "post" or "submit" you hold your breath hoping you got it right.  Is that a q or a g? 

It takes me back to when I had to take the vision test to get my Oklahoma driver's license.  I now wear contacts all the time, but back then just had to wear glasses for driving.  Which I frequently didn't do.  I swore I would pass the vision test.  So I looked into the monitor and started reading aloud: "5, 6, 3" and the lady stopped me at "3" and said, "sweetheart, they're letters."

The scary thing?  I still passed.  Didn't have to wear my glasses while driving. 

XOXO

...top 10 reasons I love my mom

1. She introduced me to Go Fug Yourself.  Shouldn't it be the other way around?
2. She taught me that good writers are readers.
3. She remembers the day President Kennedy was shot like it was yesterday.  And can tell me about it, and someday will tell my kids about it.
4. She never once told me, "You'll regret it," when I got my ears pierced over, and over, and over.
5. She takes care of Charmer almost better than we do ourselves.
6. She used to watch American Bandstand.  The real kind, not the one on American Dreams.
7. When I told her at 20 I had met the man I was going to marry, she never questioned my sincerity.
8. She's a really, really good cook.
9. She got over her fear of flying to come and visit me in Oklahoma.
10. She is my best friend.

Love you mom, today and every day!
XOXO

...so I was driving to Virginia...

...last night with my friend Carolyn to meet our friend Mercer to celebrate the 27th year of Mercer's existence.  We had to stop and pick up a bridesmaid dress for Carolyn, and Mercer had gotten there a little before us.  And this is what we walk in to...

She looked like a contestant on Dancing with the Stars.  The scariest part?  This wasn't even the ugliest dress in there.  (And you can't see the humongo  leg slit).

And this is the beautiful Carolyn receiving a splendid phone call from a certain individual we were very excited about:

And if you haven't taken the time, make sure you always read Mercer's comments.   Besides myself, she's the funniest person I know.

XOXO

...asked

...and answered.

Been getting lots of requests for more house pics.  Loyal readers, this is truly a work in progress.

I am the kind of person that is unpacked in 24 hours (don't laugh, Amy).

It's been three weeks.

Work in progress.

Here's Ken, through my scrapbook room window.  This was one of the rare moments this weekend when he wasn't cursing at something electrical in nature.  Boy did I marry a sailor.

Is it possible to be in love with a closet door?  Because I think I have a little crush on this gettup.  Some of the hooks were there.  Some I added, including the metallic strips. 

This is the fabulous built-in.  Still figuring out how things will work out here, but for now it looks something like this (ignore the bottom shelf, contents TBD).  Thank you, IKEA, for making baskets that look like they were made to fit my built-in.

Some of the artwork that will some day go on a wall.  This is a new artist from Annapolis.  Can't find her on the web yet, but I'll keep looking.

And my personal slogan ("put your big girl panties on and deal with it):

...want to see how fast I type?

Then join me tomorrow night at 9pm EST in a chat at Lifetime Memories to celebrate National Scrapbook Day.  Do you think Ken knows he's supposed to buy me a card, chocolates and flowers in honor of NSD?

XOXO