I spent all day yesterday at a conference for work. I learned a lot of neat things and heard about some interesting situations, like the goings on of the different types of polygamy groups and about how the Board of Parole works (just to name a couple).
But all they had to drink was water and diet soda.
Like, literally, that was it.
They had several coolers of drinks and there wasn't anything that wasn't diet.
Seriously?
I know, like it's so bad to drink water for the day.
I feel ashamed now.
I'm sorry for complaining.
School started yesterday with a big bang Chemistry chapter one due by midnight... on the first day! That's kind of unheard of with the online classes, so far, but I guess that will teach me for thinking I know how things are supposed to go.
When I sign into my online account with the SLCC on my phone auto-correct tries to fix my login name...
Also, my most amazing Words with Friends accomplishment to date:
Seriously, how does that even happen???
Last year come spring I couldn't get The Circus inside to get chores done because they were so wrapped up in jump rope. This spring it's four square, and it just so happens that the lines in our driveway make a perfect four square court.
Take that morning chores, you don't stand a chance.
Mother's Day.
The Saturday before I ran to Chik-fil-a for a quick lunch and when I pulled up to the window the teenage girl handed me a rose with a cheery, "Happy Mother's Day!"
So brownie points for them.
Mother's Day means eating frosting on my pancakes because The Circus made them and spent time writing "Mom" with hearts on them in frosting.
Mother's Day means kind notes in crooked and slanted handwriting, with scribbles as words are sounded out and thoughts are processed.
Mother's Day means a lot of stick figure pictures of "Mom and Me" with more hearts painstakingly drawn out.
Mother's Day means The Man took over the grilling of dinner.
Mother's Day also means a long game of Risk with Grandma Julie and Grandpa Brent.
Mother's Day means I got to conquer the world.
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