Right Now....

I just cut my hair, it's pretty awesome.

I'm still confused about life and what to do, it's not so awesome.

Tomorrow is graduation day, it will be awesome.

Let the partying begin, because you know a party can fix everything.

Round and Round we go.

Last night he deleted his text messages.
When I asked he said they weren't important anymore.
I don't care, it just disgusts me that he is still lying about many things.

If it was just a friendship then why send pictures of your dog? Why would they care?
Why do I have to pound and pound at you for small details, why hide things?
Why tell them you made it back home?
Why keep talking to them and tell them about work?
Why in the world would you say you are going to give them space?
Why would you reiterate over and over how much fun you had?
This whole thing makes me feel sad and disgusted.
It doesn't make sense and sadly it never will.

Last night I said goodbye.
This is going to be hard, but I can't do it anymore.

I wish he would stop trying to be nice, stop telling me "I will miss you"
Stop telling me "I don't want a divorce"
He is the one from the beginning, 6 months ago that told me "I'm done, you need to figure out what you are going to do because I am done. I want you out."
He is the one that took off his wedding ring 10 months ago.

Irregardless of what I feel, what I don't feel, what I feel is not being said I'm going through with this. I just don't want to settle anymore. I have plans, big plans and goals. Most of all I want to be happy and I want to have a family. I will not give that up anymore.


Last night was the final goodbye.


This weekend I'm heading home to visit. My sister is graduating.
This weekend I'm also picking up divorce papers. Monday we will sit down together and sign everything and get the papers filed.
All that will be left is a scheduled hearing.... then it's over. Over before we really even had a chance to begin.

Lord please help me stay strong.

Speak The Truth

I just want the truth. The truth could set him free.

Is it true? Is it not true?
WHY WOULD HE LIE?

Did he go to Helena to see another girl or not?
Why did he lie about where he really went in Helena?

Why do I still care?
How could he just come back from seeing another girl and come to our house and tell me he is very upset. How could he hug me?
How could he tell me he doesn't want things to end?
HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO SOMEONE?
Not to mention someone you supposedly love.
That isn't love, it's control and he no longer has it over me.

I want to get out of there. But at the same time I want answers.

Do you see it?

Can you see the angel? Cool huh!

On another note some people are scum.

Just one person in particular is scum and I live with them.

Someone please remind me why physical violence is bad.

Weekend Recap

This weekend was crazy for several different reasons.

Graduation
Helping with Parties
Giving Graduates Gifts
Looking for a place to call My own
Realizing it's over
Taking down wedding pictures
Saying out loud to other people the words

The most important part, the biggest part, the craziest part to this whole weekend was I did it alone. But I did it.
Saturday was hard very very hard, I couldn't sleep. I cried. Our decision actually hit home it hurt and I cried some more. I sat outside for a while just breathing, it was about 6:30 in the morning I happened to take the most amazing picture. That picture gave me strength, I will post it tomorrow.
Sunday was hard, we tried to talk and ended up fighting. He left, I stayed and cried. I dried my tears took a shower got dressed and felt better. I went to Graduation alone. I told someone for the first time we weren't together anymore. I didn't cry, I felt better, some of the pressure and ache eased.
I went to Graduation Parties alone, I talked I mingled I even smiled. Sunday ended pretty good.

Monday was good. I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Monday night we sat down and started going through all the things we would like personally, we made a list. All in all I think it went well. However I'm not going to be too nice, I've done that for too long.
At one point he began to cry, to be sad. This hurt me more then anything, this was the Ryan that I knew a wonderful glimmer of the person that I love so deeply.
I wanted to hug him, to wipe his tears and kiss his cheeks. I didn't. I told him he would be okay. I told him he would find someone else and be happy, that we both will.
I told him he needed to take care of himself, that people cared about him.
I hate seeing him upset. I don't want that for either one of us anymore. I hated not being able to just hug him.
He said he felt like I was already over him.
I told him I wasn't that I have my good days and my bad days.
I told him I will always care about him and love him. I will always want good things for him.


Today I hope he is having a better day.
Today my day is pretty good.

Today I realized I want the TV.

Crunch Time.

Everyone is feeling the crunch right now. No one is immune.

Graduation people are scrambling around making sure they sent out every last invitation.
Double checking on the party head count and what they will feed them at these parties.

It's the end of the month and every one else may feel a different crunch.
"Holy Crap My Kid is Graduating!"
Or "I have to plant my garden!"

I'm feeling the Graduation crunch today, I promised some people I would help out this weekend and next weekend my sister graduates. It's going to be a busy busy time.
On top of that I'm still anxiously waiting my fate, all I need is a phone call really.

But not getting it right now. Like RIGHT NOW is making me anxious and that is never a good thing.
I'm so close to getting my goals accomplished, I'm getting stir crazy just to see this thing through!

Thank goodness it's Friday, I can take all weekend to get things accomplished on my end!

Congratulations to all the graduates this coming weekend!

Last Night.

For dinner I made what I wanted, of course it took me a while but I finally decided on Shrimp and Pork Chops with a side of rice. Ahhh it was good.

During the dinner preparation and cooking time I sat in the kitchen and enjoyed my favorite wine. I'm not sure what it's called but it's good, good like "OMG I just drank a whole bottle of wine, BY MYSELF" (Ha I really didn't drink the whole bottle but I did once, with my Mom)

Once I was done with dinner I decided to dabble in my kitchen some, I just love to dabble when I'm bored. When I was finished dabbling I had made this bread. It came from the Pioneer Woman. Sadly I haven't tried it yet. WHAT? I was full, I had a big dinner. Anyways this is how it turned out...

On a different topic:

Last night while eating I was talking to the other soul on the couch.
Did you know that if one morning we woke up who we were way back then, I would stay. I would fight and stay another million moments. I will always love and care about that person.

Oh Lord.

I am mad.

I understand how things work legally.

And I only have two thing to say about it.

That is dumb. That is really dumb.

Retail Therapy?

Yesterday I went to town with a friend I bought two pairs of pants, sweat pants.
I love them, and I feel better.

Today I'm looking at houses!
For some strange reason looking at houses is fun, but as soon as I see the price tag I don't want to play anymore!


Maybe I could get a great deal on a camper trailer....

Seriously though, this is worse then shopping for auto insurance.

ps. Day 2 of no tears.

New Day, New Beginnings.

Today is a new day...

Today is a new beginning...

For the first time in a long long time, I'm not going to cry.

I feel okay. I know I will be okay. I'm going to get me back.

Today is a good day.

I am

Sorry for the debbie downer post. I wrote it and thought about deleting it. At the last minute I changed my mind, and decided I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm going to write what I feel. I'm going to write and release. This is how I felt today, and as I'm sure you can tell today was not a good day.



I am being crushed by this ache in my chest. Each day is grows bigger and heavier.
Every day it's harder to breathe and laugh, every smile hurts.

I am going to be okay.

I am trying my hardest to be the things I need to be, it's never enough. Never good enough and again this ache grows. My heart hurts, every thing that won't get a chance to be adds more pressure, more hurt.
I am suffocating from all this pressure. Just when you think you have be completely beaten, cried all you can cry, there are a batch of fresh tears. They flood my face, fill my heart and still the ache grows. It's taken over who I am, or once was.

I am tired of having tear stained cheeks. I am tired of the puffy, red eyes. I am tired of this ache in my chest. I am tired of not being enough. I wish I could out run everything, if only for a while. If only for a while I could be free. Free to laugh, free to feel, free to smile.

I wish I knew the answers. Why? I always ask myself why? I never have the answer, not the right one anyway. Why is the simplest thing you want so hard to acquire? Why?

I am scared but,
I am going to be okay.

I am deserving. Deep down I know I am, it's hard for me to see it right now, but I know I am.
I have always been and will always be deserving. One day I will be enough.
One day this ache, will ease. I am ready for that day.

I am still hopeful that things will be okay. I'm hopeful for things to work. They have to don't they? I realize that I've been hopeful for probably too long, but when I tell myself hope has run it's course and I can't rely on hope anymore, this is when the ache grows. It grows and grows until I can can't breathe anymore.

I just keep telling myself I am going to be okay.
I am going to be okay.

If I say it enough, I will eventually believe it. I have to.

Part 2

Where did I leave off?

Oh yes the nudist... I remember.

We were all crammed on a school bus, we could hardly sit comfortable due to the amount of restricted clothing we were wearing. Our main instructor was standing at the front introducing the other instructors.
She began with herself "Hi, my name is June (not really but you know.) I'm a kindergarten teacher at Big Sky."
"Next we have Sam, who is a bull rider and a total bad ass"
"Then there is Richard" I can't remember what she said about him. Sorry Richard.
"We can't forget about all the way Dave, he really doesn't need any intro if you ride his boat you will understand."
"Last but not least we have Chance, a nudist. He would rather ride the rapids naked he said it gives the cheeks good color."

By this time we had reached our destination. We were given paddles and told to check each other's gear one last time.
Then it came time for June to make her last speech. This speech included what commands would be given and what they mean, how to pull someone back in the boat, how to hold the paddle, how to react when we are told high side, etc.
What really caught my attention was when June said, "Please be aware you could die, there is a high risk but we will take all precautions to see this does not happen."
I laughed and then immediately chocked when I realized she wasn't kidding. June was dead serious.

Next we were divided into groups of 5 and given an instructor and a boat.
Our instructor was Chance the Nudist. Luckily for this special day he decided to wear clothes.

He said "Hi" and told us to "Jump in the boat" We all got in and did what normal people did, we sat in the very middle of each row getting as far away from the water as possible.
Chance told us to "Scoot to the very edge of the outside, you can paddle better this way." I looked at him as if he was a crazy nudist, but I did what I was told. I was the adult here and had to listen to the rules. Or at least try too.

We were all seated the proper way and Chance pushed us off the shore and swam behind us in the boat. Yes SWAM behind us, I wanted to hit him or yell at him to get his crazy nudist butt back in the boat and be our instructor, we are on a white water rapid river and need instructions! (I was kinda nervous in the beginning can you tell? No, oh good. I was trying to act like the adult here.)

Chance jumped in the boat and told us to paddle. That we needed to synchronize paddle because we were a team and needed to work together!
It was then that one of the Senior boys in my boat told us we should "Polar Bear" it and jump in. I immediately tried to burn him with my eyes. Then I explained in the most adult way no thank you, I would not be participating in that game.
I think I said "Um, you touch me with the intentions of getting me in the water, I will take you and this ENTIRE boat down with me. Do you get it???" "The water is cold and I do not wish to Polar Bear it, I don't do so well when I'm cold. I get crabby and I may injury you."

I think he got the point, he looked at me as if I would grow fangs and suck his blood right there. This made the instructor Chance laugh. I don't know why, I wasn't kidding at all.

This of course did not stop me from daring the senior boy to jump in, I like to laugh at what people will do on a dare. He jumped in and jumped right back out, his eyes were huge from coldness shock. I just laughed at him, Don't worry I used my adult laugh, not the "I can't believe you are stupid enough to do that" laugh.

We were well on our way down the river, we were all paddling at the same time, looking around enjoying the sun on our face. It was then at this time that Chance said, "well we are through all the easy boring stuff and we will get to some quicker water, but really we will just be dodging rocks."
"Before we get there lets get in a water fight? Shall we?"
"Everyone lets paddle"

Before I knew it we had paddled up to the next boat and the senior boys (there were 2) began splashing the boat with their paddles, this of course cause the other boat to retaliate.... And guess what sat between the senior boys and the other boat?

ME.

They drenched me. Did you know when you wear a wet suit, you can still feel the coldness of the water and the wet suit holds water. I was cold, wet and felt like I had peed my pants, and we just got started. I had to sit in wetness all day. So not cool.

I didn't really have time to stew and plan my revenge because we were told to paddle, and back paddle and right side paddle, left side back paddle.
The water was getting faster and the rocks were getting bigger. We made it through with ease because really our boat was pretty cool.
Chance thought so too, when we were to calm water he gave us a group "Paddle High Five" and then slapped the water with his paddle making a slapping sound. We all felt so cool and like white water rapid professionals!

He told us to look up river, and what did we see? A different boat from our group was stuck on a rock, and they were screaming and paddles were going everywhere. It was pretty funny. Don't worry no one was hurt and a boat behind them gave them the push they needed to get off the rock.

We were so cool, we decided we needed a name for our boat and our team. After hearing a couple stories about naked runs we chose the name "Naked Babe Runners." "NBR" for short. Each time we made it through something cool or we were bored someone would scream "WOOOOO NBR" "WWWOOOOO" And then we would paddle high five in the middle and hit the water with our paddles. (This is something only cool boats were allowed to do.)

Oh I just remembered, one of the senior boys told the instructor Chance, I was the class valedictorian. He believed it, I told him "No, I'm actually 24 and am supposed to be the boat adult" Chance laughed at me, he thought I was full of poop. I still think he believes me to be in high school, I should send a copy of my drivers license or birth certificate.

Anyways, we came to calm water and all the boats were pulling up to shore. It was time for lunch! Yes, I was so hungry. We ate sandwiches and pasta salad and baked goods. I had a brownie and I stole a pecan pie square, it was delish! (I ate to much, they had to loosen my life jacket I couldn't buckle it anymore...oops! But I told myself, this could be my last meal, I could die and I would rather die having indulged on a brownie and pecan pie.)

Back in the boat we go, by this time we were all pretty cold. Our hands were numb, our wet suits were.... well wet, our feet were about frozen. Chance told us we could all random paddle to get warmed up.... it kinda worked.

Before we knew it we were ready to go down the dreaded "Mile" I guess it's like deadly or something. Chance gave us all a pep talk and told us to just listen and we would do great. I was excited, nervous and a little scared and really cold. But there was no turning back now.

Commands were being tossed around like they were going out of style. "Paddle twice forward" "Left side back paddle once" "We need to dodge this big rock up here, or we will flip"
"Paddle forward twice" "Okay two more times"
I look up and we are speeding by a huge boulder, this rock was so big I wanted to cry. But before I knew it we passed it and did a "NBR WOOO" High five. I thought "Whew we made it, I'm still alive. I might have peed my pants but it's okay I'm wearing a wet suit, they won't notice. And if they do I'll just blame it on the boy in front of me."

During the Mile, you forgot about the cold, you forgot about your frozen appendages and you just listened to the commands and you felt the rush. It was extreme in one word it was "awesome."

We floated for another 2 1/2 miles before we were finished. It was during this time we passed the Brad Pitt rock. It was at that time that Brad Pitt's soul and mine were burned together forever. My life will never be the same again.

When we were unloading, our instructor Chance told us girls that he really wasn't a nudist and he went to school for physical therapy. I felt so lied too, it was all a lie, I didn't even know who he was and I trusted him with my life?? He just laughed it off, and in the end we did too. We were just happy to get out of the water.

We all climbed back on the warm heated bus, you could hear the sigh of relief when we began to feel our fingers and toes again. We made it.

We got back to the lodge and had to undress.
"Take off the booties, empty the water out and toss them in the bucket"
"Put your helmet's in the bin"
"Put your life jackets on the line"
"Please hang up the jackets and the wet suits inside out to dry"

They didn't mention how hard it was going to be to peel the wet suit off your body.
All you could do was un-velcro and un-button your self and someone would grab the suit and pull down and hard as they could.

"Ahhh, yes! I can breathe again."

Everyone finished dressing and blessed the lord for warm dry clothes.
I drank a tall glass of hot chocolate.
We got on the bus and I fell asleep.
We got to Famous Dave's, I woke up and ran into the restaurant.
We all ordered, got our food and ate way too much.
My stomach still hurt yesterday morning from all the food I had eaten.
Oh but it was so worth it. Because I almost died yesterday and this was a celebration feast. We were all celebrating our survival.

And that is my experience this past weekend. It was up it was down it was even sideways, but overall it was a blast.

Weekend Recap: Survival 101?

My weekend was full and very busy.
Friday was the only down time I had.
Saturday I was at a track meet in Great Falls, running the high jump with a friend. After a few mistakes we ran the high jump like pros!
After the meet, I went home with the intentions of going to bed early (I had to be at the bus to leave for Bozeman by 5:15 AM)
And my plans went right down the toilet, we stayed up and dyed and cut hair. I never went to bed on Saturday because I knew I wouldn't wake up.

(To keep this from being too long I'm going to do this in 2 parts.)
PART 1.
Sunday, the big day. The day the senior class was scheduled to go White Water Rafting.
I got my stuff together, threw on some clothes and headed down to the school. When I got on the bus I realized I didn't match at all, I was wearing pink sweats, teal shorts and a navy blue sweatshirt. This is what happens when you get dressed in the dark.

I mumbled a couple hello's to the senior class and immediately claimed my seat, stretched out and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until we reached Helena, and I only woke up them because they promised me McDonald's breakfast (McDonald's breakfast is on of my many guilty pleasures)

I vaguely remember one of the boys trying to get a conversation started with me but after he realized I'm sleep deprived and it was like talking to a brick wall he left me alone and drifted back to sleep.

I woke up again when we were somewhere in the mountains and the windy road threw me off my seat. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and asked "where are we?"
I was told "Somewhere past Bozeman."
Seniors always have the best answers!

About an hour later we reached our destination.
We were at Geyser White Water Rafting
Our Mission for the day (right after I went to the bathroom) was to tackle the Gallatin River, known for it's dangerous rapid "Mile" stretch or for others who aren't so extreme this is where the movie "A River Runs Through It" was filmed, yes I stood where Brad Pitt stood, I touched water Brad Pitt touched, I.... well you get the idea. Me and Brad are practically like Besties now.

Before we left the bus our instructor told us the plan and where to get all our gear. So we filed off the bus, I relieved my bladder, and got my gear.
I was handed some rubber booties, a wet suit, and a velcro jacket thingy.
We were told the water would be cold so wear a fleece or long underwear under the wet suit.

The girls were all getting dressed, and laughing about how funny they felt. I laughed to myself thinking ah to be young again and laugh about something silly like wet suits.
I began with the wet suit, but I had a problem. The wet suit was tight, like really really tight and my sweats were bunched up around my butt giving me a wedgie from hell.... I thought "This is SO not going to work" It wouldn't even pull up over my butt and gathered sweats.
So I took my sweats off, ahh much better. I was currently wearing my bathing suit, shorts and a t-shirt under my wet suit. At the last minute I added my sweatshirt to this as well.
I still needed help getting the suit all the way up, so I asked for help and I realized senior girls are strong.
One of the girls grabbed my wet suit straps and pulled up. Pulling me off the ground and giving me a couple shakes this of course made my wet suit move up to the proper place. I felt kinda violated but at the same time found it hilarious.
Next come the booties, they are like really snug water shoes, very fashionable.
Then the water proof jacket (I loved this jacket once we hit the water)

I headed out of the dressing room and was immediately handed a life jacket and a helmet.
They told me to tighten the life jacket really tight "If you can't breathe, you can't drown"
"Okay, but don't you die any way's without air? Or have I been living a lie all along?"

Finally I was stuffed and strapped into all the proper gear, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I was really uncomfortable. They told me that was perfect.

They loaded us all onto the bus to drive us to the loading spot.
While on the bus we were introduced to all our instructors in a very unconventional way.
Our instructor had me worried, they told us he was a nudist and would spend everyday naked if he could......
I'm sitting there thinking "Oh Lord WHAT have I gotten myself into?"

Coming up PART 2.

Plans to Shred

Have you heard of the 30 day shred?
I've been reading about it for a couple days, it sounds pretty hard core you are sore for days after this program.
Which is what my jiggly butt needs right now. And it was also brought to my attention how flabby my arms look lately.... They aren't just ask the person I punched for saying that, but still it wouldn't hurt to have more definition.

I believe I will make a mad dash to Target to get this DVD and the other necessary items.
My only worry is will I have enough motivation to do this when I get time. Time? Will I have enough time in the day to fit this in on top of all my other activities?

Tomorrow we are scheduled for another track meet, the weather is calling for snow. I'm hoping the weather is wrong.

Did you know this weekend is Mother's Day?
I did, but I won't be able to call home to My Mother, because I'll be on a boat with several other people, praying not to go over board into the rapidly moving and very COLD water.
I'm going white water rafting.
Yes I said White Water Rafting!
But why You ask?
Well, this is the Seniors class trip and they asked me to be a supervisor.
I'm excited, but also scared.
The water is like so so cold, if I fall in I will die from cold water shock, if I go overboard, I told some of the seniors I'm taking them in with me.... I'm not going down alone!

We are headed down on Sunday Morning, bright and early and we get back sometime that night.
I will report back on Monday, just to let you know I survived.

Basketball Champions

2009 Jr. High Girls Basketball Champions

I have wanted to post this picture for a while, but haven't gotten around to it. Today I decided was the day to take the time and post this picture! These girls are what have become over the year My Girls, in volleyball, basketball and now track!

Aren't picture post's fun? I may have to do this more often.

(okay so I just learned how to send a picture from my phone to my email.... I know technology is awesome right?)

This is Scary.

My Mom sent me this email a while ago, I can't believe this.
Some people seriously make me sick.
(Warning to anyone wanting to kidnap me or steal from me. Get near me, my family or my truck and I'll shoot you. If I don't have a gun handy, I'll kill you with my bare hands, don't believe me? Why don't you give it a try, one of us will die and I have to much to live for so it won't be me.)

Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area..
As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas.
Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car.

Then we received this email yesterday:
WARNING FROM POLICE THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE-- NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)
'He ads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating... You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside.. You start the engine and shift into Reverse.
When you look into the rear view mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So, you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off.
They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car. And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car.
So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, your money, and your keys.
Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!
BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED.
If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away. Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail. I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.

And so it begins...

I stayed up late preparing, I even got up early to finish all my preparations.
I'm loaded with my:
Backpack
Blanket
Jacket
Hat
Gloves
Sunscreen (face & body)
Sunglasses
Pencils
Pens
Rubber bands
Clipboard
Lunch
Water
Money

I'm currently wearing the one and only "Coach Hamilton" Sweatshirt. (I'm probably overly excited about my sweatshirt. But its so awesome)

We are kicking up our heels today. It's the day of the first track meet.
Ahh, I used to love track and field.... or actually just the field part. Running and I have never really gotten along. Actually I just loved the jumping part, what can I say? I learned at a pretty early age the life of laziness. It's worked out for me pretty darn good for me!

p.s. I'm also secretly (or not so secretly) thrilled to leave work and sit outside ALL DAY! I can't wait to get some sun time in.
"Coach why are you in your bathing suit?" "It's track not swimming!"

Come On, I wouldn't wear my suit to the meet, I'm wearing a tank top. What do you think I am? The boys sex education teacher? UM NO! I won't touch that with a ten foot pole and bovine creature AI gloves!

Lets get caught up shall we?

I have been stuck at home, we were snowed in. (Okay not really)

The Internet has been down, and it was the worst kind of torture ever.
It's back up and running, Finally! My day was getting pretty boring.
Now I have the pleasure of going through all 55 emails I wasn't able to receive.

Lets do a weekend recap now shall we?

I did laundry, loads and loads of laundry. The sad part, I still have a mountain of dirty clothes heaping in my house.... the laundry will take over my life one of these days.

It rained, and melted all the snow! (YES!)

We went fishing, I caught one baby fish. I felt bad for him and threw him back. I think I did the right thing. I would feel really bad if I ever found out the big fish we caught were his parents.... ugh sorry little dude.

The rosters for Big Sky State Games have been posted, I have already got the girls team together. Now I'm working on ordering them shirts! I'm so excited for them, I think they will have a blast.

Overall my weekend was low key and awesome. On Saturday I didn't do a darn thing (well except laundry) I stayed in my sweats and ate on my couch all day. I just love days like that!

On the agenda for the week:

I'm sure we will get more rain, but at least it isn't snow!

We have our first track meet tomorrow! (I get to wear my "Coach" Jacket and Sweatshirt)

I'm going to finish that laundry, even if it kills me.

Sometime this week, I'm going to try a new recipe for enchilada's, it calls for spinach and cream cheese... Sounded different so were going to give it a whirl.

That's all I got lined up for the week.

For this month, it's going to be busy.
The Belt Graduation is on the 24th
And my Sister Graduates on the 30th.

Where did time go? When did I get so old?