Recent Facebook post: I think I’ve created a monster. My young son has been having such a hard time STOPPING reading at night that he now has an alarm clock with two alarms. One to tell him when to get up for school in the morning and one to tell him when to go to sleep at night. That nut obviously doesn’t fall far from the tree… Speaking of which, we need some custom printed shirts that say that. Mine could have a tree on it and his could have an acorn. I then got this response from one of my friends: I don’t know how you do it! I stayed up reading last week 11:30 and 12:30 two nights in a row and I am still paying for it!!! Although don’t you hate it when you are sad when you are done with the book?!?! I then responded with: You know I don’t know how I do it either. Or why for that matter. Every morning I wake up and curse myself as I pull on my t-shirt and sweatpants and tell myself I WILL go to bed at a decent hour that night and then every night I get my second wind at about 10 or 11 and don’t want to go to bed. *rolling my eyes at myself* And yeah, I do hate it when the books are done. Sometimes I wish I could make myself stop racing through them just so I can savor them longer. That’s why I like to read series. Makes the storyline last longer. But then again, I do buy all my books rather than go to the library so I guess I can read them again any ol’ time! Then my smart aleck sister chimed in: Try putting on your pajamas and going to bed before you get your second wind. My final response: *snort* As if
My girl’s last track meet of the season was last Thursday. I’m so sad. I was really enjoying watching her improve at every meet. This one was no exception. First of all, the team took first place again. It was so great to be able to be able to see nothing but a group of bright orange custom t-shirts taking a victory lap around the track for the second time in just a week. Then to make that last meet even better, my girl ran in her first ever 200 meter sprint. Best of all? Out of three heats of about twenty runners, she placed fifth! I was so proud! I loved watching her sprinting through the finish line in her red and blue track uniform! And last but not least, my favorite thing I got to see her do that night was that during her leg (the second leg that is) of the 4×800 meter relay, she went from fourth when she received the baton to first! She ran that 800 like a champ! The only thing missing was some team wear clothing for me to sport. Unfortunately I forgot and missed the deadline to place my order this year, but you can bet that next year I will make sure I take part in THAT particular fundraiser!
My cat is so goofy. We got her when she was just a little kitten of eight weeks old and was still small enough to fit in my hoodie sweatshirt pocket. Since then she has spent all of her time in the house. At first I didn’t want her to go outside until she had been fixed. I didn’t want to take any chances of accidently ending up with more kitties. But now that that problem has been taken care of, I would let her go out if she wanted to. We live in an old farmhouse and every once in a while a mouse will manage to find its way in. So far she has done an excellent job of catching them before I even have a chance to get them with a trap. So she now shows some interest in going outside, but every time we try to let her out, she does the same routine and acts like a scaredy-kitty. I know they make doggie sweaters, but I wonder if they make shirts for cats. If they do, I would love to get her a custom shirt that says, “I’m a scaredy cat”. Anyway, you open the door and hold it open while she sniffs the air and slowly pokes her head out. Then she will gingerly step three legs outside, leaving the fourth plus her tail just inside the door. Finally she will step all the way out while staying right next to the house. She sniffs and looks around a little bit. Then as soon as you close the door, she is right there trying to get back in with a panicked look on her face like, “Whoah! What are you DOING?!? Why’d you close the door? LET ME IN! LET ME IN!”
