Right.

1. So the count down to Mockingjay came down today. I'm actually really sad to see it go, it's been on here for hundreds of days. Now I feel like I have nothing to look forward to.
2. Speaking of Mockingjay, I have finally read it and I liked it. What's your problem with it anyway?
3. We went to Minnesota for Labor day. We had fun and I still can't get over how good that Juicy Lucy with the blue cheese was. Holy Moly.

4. You know? That actually pretty well sums it up. Not a lot going on around here. Then I guess there is  nothing left to do but look at some pictures.

There, I posted.

I Just Got Done Folding The Laundry

Is it silly to say that I feel like taking a victory lap? I mean I would say yes, but I still really want to take that victory lap.

I do know that if my husband had folded the laundry, I would have been all, "What? You want a trophy or something?"

 But sure as heck, when he comes home from work tonight, looks around our messy house and asks, "What did you do today?" I'll puff my chest out, throw my hands on my hips and declare, "I folded the laundry!" like I was announcing that I found the cure for cancer. Then I would expect applause or something equally gratifying, like his standard response, "Wow, you're wonderful."
Oh wow!! I just had an epiphany. When my husband helps around the house and wants major praise, I should give it to him, because I expect the same thing! Whoa......I did not expect this post to take this kind of turn.

Neat, blogging totally "marriage counseled" me today. I should do this more often.

I'm Totally Going to Get in Trouble for This

But, I don't care! Because it's so funny!

If you have met my husband, than you know he is about the coolest person you have ever met.  You see, I can prove this coolness. Someone who knew my husband "back in the day" posted this photo on facebook, and of course I stole it (Ha,ha!). I'm guessing it was taken between '90 and '92 sometime, that would make him 16, 17 or 18.

Now, I know what you are thinking, that this is just some stupid photo of my husband chasing a girl. But I say, forget about the girl already, and let's take a closer look at him.

Isn't he the dreamiest?

He is totally my density.

(He just didn't know it yet.)

First Day of School, 2010-2011

Did anybody else recite this to their kids when they woke them up this morning?

I did. This what he looked like after I did it:

"Good morning, Sunshine!"

Here they are, waiting on the bus.

And then they were gone and I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. I wasn't expecting that.

But then they came back, so it was okay.

(My kids are awesome 'cause they ride the short bus.)

Keep Your Eye On the Sky

(This isn't gonna be the most exciting post, just wanted to post something, so here it is.)

In my little town are two airports. One is a little bigger and accommodates private jets and also has a military hanger. The other is a municipal airport and serves mostly hobby fliers. It just so happens that we live under the flight path of both airports. We see lots of stuff fly over, some more noisy than others.

Military. They were hauling something that day, you see that long pole attached to the side? These helicopters are by far the noisiest that fly over.

There was a Hot Air Balloon festival in town over Memorial Day Weekend, I didn't get to go, but they came to me so it was okay.

I assume this is military also, I have no idea what it is.

This guy flies over our house often. Mostly on Saturdays.

When the Stealth bombers were stationed at Whitman Air force base in Missouri, we would see them fly over all the time, also. We see lots of old war planes from World War One and Two as one of the airports hosts a fly in every year. I guess some might consider all the noise a nuisance, but I like to hear the rumble and run outside to see what is flying over today. It's fun.

Stuff

This is stuff that has happened while I haven't blogged (or rather I did blog and then never published):

My little boy turned six and refused to blow out his birthday candles. Or even come over to the table, where his cake was, so we could sing happy birthday to him. Punk. His sister blew out his candles.

My daughter turned eight and spent the day at Chuck E. Cheese being spoiled by Gail. Happiness all around.

I asked to borrow a hand mixer from my sister in law, (Yes, that sister in law) and all of a sudden she was in my house cleaning all my bathrooms and dusting all the kitchen cupboards.  I was all, "What??" but I was also, "Oh thank god. I didn't know how I was going to get this place decent for my parent's visit."

My parents took us to Golden Corral and were being all nostalgic by reminding me and the hubbs that we had our wedding dinner/reception there. "Remember that?" uhmmm.....yeah.

My daughter was baptised. She was so happy and soaked up all the attention. After, I had my husband's family over to my house for lunch. All the old ladies sat at the table and chatted and it was nice because they hadn't all been in the same place in well over a year. Felt good.

Pat Benetar and REO Speedwagon, baby!! Forgot my ticket. Nice lady in box office replaced it for me. Abs and hips sore the next day from shakin' it. Managed to keep the voice this time though.

My neck and shoulders are stiff and it hurts. What the heck?

We watched a really suspenseful, black and white, French movie on AMC. It was subtitled.

The Doobie Brothers and Chicago with the hubbs and sister in law. The audience sucked rocks. Soaked from head to toe in my own sweat.

I read 1200 pages or two books this last week.

Most amazing sunset ever.

Now, I'm going to get off my butt and go work out 'cause I haven't in a long time.

FIN

Browbeaten

So I noticed lately that I have been having a hard time not furrowing my brow. When did I start doing that? I'm not sure, but maybe it was somewhere in the middle of last semester. I had no attention for anything other than Trigonometry. Or maybe the semester before that when I had no attention for anything but  Comp 2 and Calculus. Or maybe I've always done it and not noticed. Well, now I have time to notice stuff (yay summer!), and I  think I look angry and it might just be my imagination, but I'm getting wrinkles and otherwise losing what precious little upper eyelid I did have. I feel like I need to take some toothpicks or something and prop up my eyebrows.

So I guess if you see me, and I have this look of annoyance and anger on my face, I promise I'm not mad at you. It's just leftover from this last year of school.

Probably.