Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, kicking off the Lenten season. I don't give anything up for Lent, but I do try to be more intentional about improving my spiritual life by praying more or reading my Bible more or something. This year, one of the girls in small group had this idea about writing a letter to someone you love every day during Lent. I haven't figured out how this will bring me closer to God yet, but I think it's a brilliant idea (in addition to increasing my Bible reading). So every day, I'll be writing a little letter to someone. But just so you know, if you don't get a letter, it's not because I don't love you; it's probably because I got really busy and didn't follow through, like in so many other aspects of my life.
Update on my week of excitement: I went to a workshop on autism yesterday that was enjoyable. Today I did eat Paczkis and drink champagne with my small group girls, but I also had to go to a wake- Sarah's grandpa died. My meeting with my trainer went well, but I don't start working out till Thursday. I'll be seeing her for strength training 2 days a week, then doing cardio on my own. So far, the week has been good!
Things I Am Excited About Part 2
Ok, I'm trying the excitement thing again. I have a busy week coming up, and although I am a mess, I have hope. :)
On Monday, I meet with my personal trainer for the first time. I may finally be pretty again. Also, I don't have to go to work; I get to go to a workshop on autism instead.
Tuesday is Small Group. We are going to eat Paczkis and drink champagne and finally finish our John study (that's taken like, a year).
Wednesday is Ash Wednesday. I'm going to church before work, then after work is class, which will probably be over with early because it's our last class.
Thursday night I'm meeting with someone from the DAR to start my official application and work on proving the relationships I'm claiming.
Friday night I'm getting my tattoo!
And Saturday night is my birthday party at DC's!
On Monday, I meet with my personal trainer for the first time. I may finally be pretty again. Also, I don't have to go to work; I get to go to a workshop on autism instead.
Tuesday is Small Group. We are going to eat Paczkis and drink champagne and finally finish our John study (that's taken like, a year).
Wednesday is Ash Wednesday. I'm going to church before work, then after work is class, which will probably be over with early because it's our last class.
Thursday night I'm meeting with someone from the DAR to start my official application and work on proving the relationships I'm claiming.
Friday night I'm getting my tattoo!
And Saturday night is my birthday party at DC's!
Scarlett O'Hara
Why do guys love bitches?
I'm watching Gone With the Wind on TCM and falling in love with Rhett Butler. But guys like that never go for nice girls. How could he be so in love with Scarlett? She's terrible! I just don't get it. And that's how it always is. Ugh.
I'm watching Gone With the Wind on TCM and falling in love with Rhett Butler. But guys like that never go for nice girls. How could he be so in love with Scarlett? She's terrible! I just don't get it. And that's how it always is. Ugh.
Wordle
I made a Wordle of my list of things to do this summer. How am I just now discovering this? It's so fun!
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Tattoo
My brother and I are getting tattoos next Friday.
Right now, I have one on the inside of my ankle that I am not crazy about. It's a heart that's been broken down the middle and bound back up again. It's too plain; it needs something.
So Andy drew this up for me:
I need advice. Roses are trashy, right? But hearts are too, and I already have one of those. I might as well go all out. And I think it's kind of classic and elegant. I was thinking that maybe I should get another flower, but as Andy pointed out, the rose really lends itself to the heart shape.
Another decision I need to make is where to put it. Yes, I already have the heart on my ankle, but Marci (the tattoo artist) is brilliant with cover-ups. So I could get that changed at a later date. (I was even thinking of covering it up with a little Petunia, since that's what my grandma always used to call me.) Would the rose look good on my shoulder, or should I still get it on my ankle? It seems like it will need to be kind of big, and I don't want to have something huge on my ankle.
Finally, I need to decide black and white or color. I'm 90% sure I want black and white, but there's this little part of me that wants some color on me. Maybe I should just save that for the Petunia.
Right now, I have one on the inside of my ankle that I am not crazy about. It's a heart that's been broken down the middle and bound back up again. It's too plain; it needs something.
So Andy drew this up for me:
I need advice. Roses are trashy, right? But hearts are too, and I already have one of those. I might as well go all out. And I think it's kind of classic and elegant. I was thinking that maybe I should get another flower, but as Andy pointed out, the rose really lends itself to the heart shape.
Another decision I need to make is where to put it. Yes, I already have the heart on my ankle, but Marci (the tattoo artist) is brilliant with cover-ups. So I could get that changed at a later date. (I was even thinking of covering it up with a little Petunia, since that's what my grandma always used to call me.) Would the rose look good on my shoulder, or should I still get it on my ankle? It seems like it will need to be kind of big, and I don't want to have something huge on my ankle.
Finally, I need to decide black and white or color. I'm 90% sure I want black and white, but there's this little part of me that wants some color on me. Maybe I should just save that for the Petunia.
A Hot Mess
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I'm a crackhead
This is what I have been for about the past month.
What's funny is that I can trace it all back to one specific event. Things have not been going well since. A lot of it is very personal, so I won't be posting it on the internet for everyone to read. But it involves drama and deceit.
Let's review some of the things that have happened in the past few weeks:
I was in a bad car accident.
I did something that was hurtful to one of my best friends.
I locked myself out of my apartment.
I found out a rumor was being spread about me at work.
I got to class and completely forgot it was my week to give a big presentation.
I got sick.
Someone who is very dear to me has decided to leave our small group, partly because of my beliefs and the way I live my life.
Have I left anything out?
I have some seriously bad karma.
What's funny is that I can trace it all back to one specific event. Things have not been going well since. A lot of it is very personal, so I won't be posting it on the internet for everyone to read. But it involves drama and deceit.
Let's review some of the things that have happened in the past few weeks:
I was in a bad car accident.
I did something that was hurtful to one of my best friends.
I locked myself out of my apartment.
I found out a rumor was being spread about me at work.
I got to class and completely forgot it was my week to give a big presentation.
I got sick.
Someone who is very dear to me has decided to leave our small group, partly because of my beliefs and the way I live my life.
Have I left anything out?
I have some seriously bad karma.
Catch Phrase
My students are like animals- they can smell weakness. I am sick. They know it and try to take advantage. So I have to work even harder than I do on healthy days. I have to show them they can't get away with anything.
Today they were being particularly crazy after lunch. I won't go into detail as to how I punished the kids who weren't behaving, but they were miserable. And the rest of the class got to play Catch Phrase. I've decided this game is the answer for kids who have trouble expressing themselves verbally. It was fascinating to watch them play. My honor roll students gave a steady stream of clues. My average kids kept messing up and using one of the words in the phrase, or resorted to gestures. My low kids just said, "Um... Um..." and couldn't really get out any clues. So I think that Catch Phrase will be a regular part of my classroom now. How fun is that? My friends and I love that game; we play almost every year at our annual pre-Thanksgiving dinner party. I remember one year, my friend was dating this girl who gave the clue, "It's a colloquialism..." and I thought, "He needs to break up with her." And he did. But not because of that.
One more random thought- I'm reading this great book called The Language of God by Francis Collins. He's the head of the Human Genome Project, and apparently this book is going to show me how faith and science work together and don't contradict each other. I'm pretty excited about it. Right now I'm reading about how he went from atheist to Christian thanks to C.S. Lewis. Although he is not the greatest writer, it's a story worth reading. And I can't wait to see what I learn next.
Today they were being particularly crazy after lunch. I won't go into detail as to how I punished the kids who weren't behaving, but they were miserable. And the rest of the class got to play Catch Phrase. I've decided this game is the answer for kids who have trouble expressing themselves verbally. It was fascinating to watch them play. My honor roll students gave a steady stream of clues. My average kids kept messing up and using one of the words in the phrase, or resorted to gestures. My low kids just said, "Um... Um..." and couldn't really get out any clues. So I think that Catch Phrase will be a regular part of my classroom now. How fun is that? My friends and I love that game; we play almost every year at our annual pre-Thanksgiving dinner party. I remember one year, my friend was dating this girl who gave the clue, "It's a colloquialism..." and I thought, "He needs to break up with her." And he did. But not because of that.
One more random thought- I'm reading this great book called The Language of God by Francis Collins. He's the head of the Human Genome Project, and apparently this book is going to show me how faith and science work together and don't contradict each other. I'm pretty excited about it. Right now I'm reading about how he went from atheist to Christian thanks to C.S. Lewis. Although he is not the greatest writer, it's a story worth reading. And I can't wait to see what I learn next.
Art Institute
Today I took Lil Sis to the Art Institute. It was such a pleasure to watch her discover art. The Impressionists were her favorite, especially Monet's water lilies and this painting by Renoir.
I was totally in teacher mode, asking her lots of questions about the paintings. It really concerns me how limited her vocabulary is. For example, we were looking at this painting, which was originally attributed to Rembrandt, but now they think it was done by one of his students.
I asked Khalia about the look on the girl's face. She said, "Happy." And I said, "Really? What makes you think she's happy?" Khalia could tell she'd gotten the answer wrong, so she quickly changed her answer to "mad." First of all, this shows that she has a lot of problems with inferential thinking. Secondly, those seem to be the only emotions she really knew how to describe when we looked at paintings. I need to figure out some sneaky ways to build her vocabulary.
Another highlight of our visit was seeing this painting, which is one of my favorites. Khalia liked it too, after I told her the story behind it.
It's Elaine, from the Tennyson poem about Lancelot and Elaine. I fell in love with this painting during my Goth days (Elaine died of a broken heart after being spurned by Lancelot), and loved it even more when I realized it was from Anne of Green Gables. It's one of my favorite scenes- Anne is pretending to be Elaine, and her friends put her in a boat, do a little funeral, and float her down the river. But the boat springs a leak, and Gilbert has to save her. Meanwhile, her friends all think she's dead. It's hilarious. Khalia loves the Anne movies too, so she was excited to see this painting. And I think it was good for her to be able to make that connection. We talk about making connections as being an important comprehension strategy; I think it's important in life, too, not just when you're reading.
I had to take a picture of this painting. I can't remember who it's by, but I think it was done in the 1500's. Venus is yelling at Jupiter. Look at what Jupiter is sitting on. It's supposed to be a bird, but come on... obviously, that was intentional. And I just about died laughing, and Khalia looked at me like I was crazy.
Here's one last picture of Khalia by one of the lions.
It was a lovely day!
I was totally in teacher mode, asking her lots of questions about the paintings. It really concerns me how limited her vocabulary is. For example, we were looking at this painting, which was originally attributed to Rembrandt, but now they think it was done by one of his students.
I asked Khalia about the look on the girl's face. She said, "Happy." And I said, "Really? What makes you think she's happy?" Khalia could tell she'd gotten the answer wrong, so she quickly changed her answer to "mad." First of all, this shows that she has a lot of problems with inferential thinking. Secondly, those seem to be the only emotions she really knew how to describe when we looked at paintings. I need to figure out some sneaky ways to build her vocabulary.
Another highlight of our visit was seeing this painting, which is one of my favorites. Khalia liked it too, after I told her the story behind it.
It's Elaine, from the Tennyson poem about Lancelot and Elaine. I fell in love with this painting during my Goth days (Elaine died of a broken heart after being spurned by Lancelot), and loved it even more when I realized it was from Anne of Green Gables. It's one of my favorite scenes- Anne is pretending to be Elaine, and her friends put her in a boat, do a little funeral, and float her down the river. But the boat springs a leak, and Gilbert has to save her. Meanwhile, her friends all think she's dead. It's hilarious. Khalia loves the Anne movies too, so she was excited to see this painting. And I think it was good for her to be able to make that connection. We talk about making connections as being an important comprehension strategy; I think it's important in life, too, not just when you're reading.
I had to take a picture of this painting. I can't remember who it's by, but I think it was done in the 1500's. Venus is yelling at Jupiter. Look at what Jupiter is sitting on. It's supposed to be a bird, but come on... obviously, that was intentional. And I just about died laughing, and Khalia looked at me like I was crazy.
Here's one last picture of Khalia by one of the lions.
It was a lovely day!
Treated!
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the class from hell
During Read Aloud today, I noticed that Dylan was reading The Giver under his desk instead of listening.
"Dylan, research shows that read alouds are beneficial to students all the way through high school. You will be less likely to go to jail and will make more money. Please put the book away."
"Treated!" someone yelled.
"What?" I was confused. "I was just stating a fact."
"You treated him with education, Miss B," De'Shawn said. "He was educationally treated."
"Dylan, research shows that read alouds are beneficial to students all the way through high school. You will be less likely to go to jail and will make more money. Please put the book away."
"Treated!" someone yelled.
"What?" I was confused. "I was just stating a fact."
"You treated him with education, Miss B," De'Shawn said. "He was educationally treated."
Awkward
Faye and I went to DC's last night as usual. We walked in at the same time as this obnoxious family, and I thought to myself, we need to avoid them. (The kids were around our age; I'm not talking about little kids.) So we put our stuff down on our usual picnic table, and I went out to dance to "Mind Your Own Business." Faye chose to sit that one out, and when I came back, the drunk uncle was talking to Faye. About me, apparently. He introduced himself and said he wanted me to meet his nephew. Ugh.
So I meet his nephew, who, at first, seems nice. Super tall, though- he is 6'6". It made slow dancing difficult, as I am only 5'1". Anyway, we talk and he seems all right. I'm not interested in dating him, but I never mind meeting new people.
Well, like 10 minutes after I meet him, he goes away for a few minutes and his uncles comes over and asks if he's told me about his dad yet. Then he proceeds to tell me this whole story about how his dad was murdered 9 months ago, and this is his mom's first time out since then. So sad. But awkward! Then the guy, Jason, comes back, and without knowing what his uncle has said, also tells me this whole sad story. What do you say to that? And that was pretty much how the rest of the night went. Faye called him an emotional slut. I heard all about his self-confidence issues, his relationship with his mom, his intense patriotism, all his injuries... it went on and on.
What I really hated was that when I was out there dancing, I could feel him watching me. And during the few dances that Faye sat out where I danced, he kept telling her how pretty I was, so he really was watching me. Then his uncle started harassing me about dancing a slow dance with him. I managed to hide in the bathroom during the first one and avoid him during the second, but I couldn't escape the third. He put even more of his heart out there during the dance.
Oh, and how could I forget? He asked me if I knew some song, and I said no, and he got up on stage with the band and sang it for me. (He went on and on about how he knows the owners and works security sometimes and has met all the famous people that do concerts there.) At one point during the song, when he wasn't singing, I saw him talking to the owner (who's also part of the band) and he actually pointed at me. So uncomfortable.
I made the mistake of mentioning that I'm having my birthday there in a few weeks, and he is planning on being there. Since he is a regular there, I'm going to have to discourage him because I know I'll be seeing him again. I did tell him I'm not interested in dating anyone right now, but that wasn't good enough. So I have two plans.
First, I'm going to talk a lot about politics. I mentioned my deep and abiding love for the Dixie Chicks, and he said he liked them until they made that comment about Bush. He apparently loves Toby Keith for his patriotism and says he has a tattoo of an eagle and American flag on his arm. I kind of said that I think you can be patriotic and not love Bush and support the war in Iraq, but I didn't want to start a huge argument. Next time, I will. Maybe I'll even wear my Obama pin.
My other idea is to have my friend Pete act like my boyfriend on my birthday. It wouldn't take much persuasion to get him to slow dance with me and grab my ass on the dance floor. I'm also just hoping that I'll be surrounded by friends on my birthday so I won't have to deal with him.
Why can't guys just take a hint? If I tell someone "I'm not interested in dating right now", that means, "I'm not interested in dating you." There needs to be a book for guys called "She's Just Not That Into You."
So I meet his nephew, who, at first, seems nice. Super tall, though- he is 6'6". It made slow dancing difficult, as I am only 5'1". Anyway, we talk and he seems all right. I'm not interested in dating him, but I never mind meeting new people.
Well, like 10 minutes after I meet him, he goes away for a few minutes and his uncles comes over and asks if he's told me about his dad yet. Then he proceeds to tell me this whole story about how his dad was murdered 9 months ago, and this is his mom's first time out since then. So sad. But awkward! Then the guy, Jason, comes back, and without knowing what his uncle has said, also tells me this whole sad story. What do you say to that? And that was pretty much how the rest of the night went. Faye called him an emotional slut. I heard all about his self-confidence issues, his relationship with his mom, his intense patriotism, all his injuries... it went on and on.
What I really hated was that when I was out there dancing, I could feel him watching me. And during the few dances that Faye sat out where I danced, he kept telling her how pretty I was, so he really was watching me. Then his uncle started harassing me about dancing a slow dance with him. I managed to hide in the bathroom during the first one and avoid him during the second, but I couldn't escape the third. He put even more of his heart out there during the dance.
Oh, and how could I forget? He asked me if I knew some song, and I said no, and he got up on stage with the band and sang it for me. (He went on and on about how he knows the owners and works security sometimes and has met all the famous people that do concerts there.) At one point during the song, when he wasn't singing, I saw him talking to the owner (who's also part of the band) and he actually pointed at me. So uncomfortable.
I made the mistake of mentioning that I'm having my birthday there in a few weeks, and he is planning on being there. Since he is a regular there, I'm going to have to discourage him because I know I'll be seeing him again. I did tell him I'm not interested in dating anyone right now, but that wasn't good enough. So I have two plans.
First, I'm going to talk a lot about politics. I mentioned my deep and abiding love for the Dixie Chicks, and he said he liked them until they made that comment about Bush. He apparently loves Toby Keith for his patriotism and says he has a tattoo of an eagle and American flag on his arm. I kind of said that I think you can be patriotic and not love Bush and support the war in Iraq, but I didn't want to start a huge argument. Next time, I will. Maybe I'll even wear my Obama pin.
My other idea is to have my friend Pete act like my boyfriend on my birthday. It wouldn't take much persuasion to get him to slow dance with me and grab my ass on the dance floor. I'm also just hoping that I'll be surrounded by friends on my birthday so I won't have to deal with him.
Why can't guys just take a hint? If I tell someone "I'm not interested in dating right now", that means, "I'm not interested in dating you." There needs to be a book for guys called "She's Just Not That Into You."
Disappointment
Remember how excited I was at the beginning of the week? It has been a week of disappointments.
RENT still has not arrived.
Ugly Betty is being canceled.
Nina and I couldn't find any cute rain boots.
Dinner did not go as planned last night. Everyone canceled last minute (with good reason, they weren't being flaky or anything), so it was just me and Nina. We went to Cuatro, which ended up being amazing but expensive. Although it wouldn't have been that expensive if I hadn't had 3 $10 Sangrias. They were just so delicious. And I had these potato crepes with zucchini and creme brulee for dessert... it was a perfect dinner. But we were sad that 4 other people couldn't make it.
Nina and I were supposed to go hiking today (because the high is 53!). She said to call her at 9:30 to make sure she's up. (She was going out for a friend's birthday last night.) I just called and she didn't answer, meaning she had some crazy night out and isn't going hiking. Luckily, Sarah and Dave decided last night that they want to go, so hopefully I won't have to go alone.
Oh, and yesterday was so awful it was hilarious. My kids were awful all day, so they lost the Valentine's Day party I was planning for them. And then I had them cleaning up the classroom in the afternoon, and the autistic boy thought Jordan was messing with one of the girls, so he started chasing him. The autistic boy had a pencil in his hand, and Jordan claimed to be terrified of being stabbed, so they kept running around the classroom, and finally Jordan ran right out the door. What made it so funny was that it was like a horror movie in slow motion. They were running so slowly, and Jordan kept looking over his shoulder with this look on his face like, "Noooooo!!!!" But when I finally got things under control, I really went off on Jordan. As funny as it was, it was totally inappropriate and out of control. I said to him, "You're 12 years old, and you were seriously scared of a handicapped boy with a pencil?" The day ended with one of my girls throwing up after gym.
There is also this big feud going on now between the two sixth grade classes. They hate each other. We can't quite figure out why, but there was almost a huge fight at lunch earlier this week. Most of the kids in both classes were "running up" on each other. It could have very easily gotten out of control. Since then, we've had a few individual fights, but nothing too major because we constantly keep the classes separated, which is such a headache.
Anyway, I'm going to try to maintain my excited attitude. Hiking will be fun today, even if I do go alone. Tonight I'm going dancing, and I'm determined to get that hip roll down in the Sweet Home Alabama dance. All my friends will be there for my birthday in a few weeks, and I don't want to look like an ass. And I have plenty of other things to look forward to this week- my dress from Anthropologie arriving, going to the Opera, and a DAR workshop. So it's not like my life sucks or anything. I just hate it when you get your hopes up and things don't work out.
RENT still has not arrived.
Ugly Betty is being canceled.
Nina and I couldn't find any cute rain boots.
Dinner did not go as planned last night. Everyone canceled last minute (with good reason, they weren't being flaky or anything), so it was just me and Nina. We went to Cuatro, which ended up being amazing but expensive. Although it wouldn't have been that expensive if I hadn't had 3 $10 Sangrias. They were just so delicious. And I had these potato crepes with zucchini and creme brulee for dessert... it was a perfect dinner. But we were sad that 4 other people couldn't make it.
Nina and I were supposed to go hiking today (because the high is 53!). She said to call her at 9:30 to make sure she's up. (She was going out for a friend's birthday last night.) I just called and she didn't answer, meaning she had some crazy night out and isn't going hiking. Luckily, Sarah and Dave decided last night that they want to go, so hopefully I won't have to go alone.
Oh, and yesterday was so awful it was hilarious. My kids were awful all day, so they lost the Valentine's Day party I was planning for them. And then I had them cleaning up the classroom in the afternoon, and the autistic boy thought Jordan was messing with one of the girls, so he started chasing him. The autistic boy had a pencil in his hand, and Jordan claimed to be terrified of being stabbed, so they kept running around the classroom, and finally Jordan ran right out the door. What made it so funny was that it was like a horror movie in slow motion. They were running so slowly, and Jordan kept looking over his shoulder with this look on his face like, "Noooooo!!!!" But when I finally got things under control, I really went off on Jordan. As funny as it was, it was totally inappropriate and out of control. I said to him, "You're 12 years old, and you were seriously scared of a handicapped boy with a pencil?" The day ended with one of my girls throwing up after gym.
There is also this big feud going on now between the two sixth grade classes. They hate each other. We can't quite figure out why, but there was almost a huge fight at lunch earlier this week. Most of the kids in both classes were "running up" on each other. It could have very easily gotten out of control. Since then, we've had a few individual fights, but nothing too major because we constantly keep the classes separated, which is such a headache.
Anyway, I'm going to try to maintain my excited attitude. Hiking will be fun today, even if I do go alone. Tonight I'm going dancing, and I'm determined to get that hip roll down in the Sweet Home Alabama dance. All my friends will be there for my birthday in a few weeks, and I don't want to look like an ass. And I have plenty of other things to look forward to this week- my dress from Anthropologie arriving, going to the Opera, and a DAR workshop. So it's not like my life sucks or anything. I just hate it when you get your hopes up and things don't work out.
P.S.
Can I just take a moment to be obnoxious and just gush about how excited I am for this week?
Tonight, Gossip Girl made me scream like an adolescent girl.
Tomorrow, RENT Filmed Live on Broadway will be arriving at my house!!!! I'll be watching it as soon as it arrives. Then I get to go see my small group gals and talk about God.
On Friday, I'm having dinner with some of my closest friends who are like family. We always see each other at the holidays and say, "Let's do this more often" and we never do. But we're finally doing something about it.
On Saturday, I'm going hiking!!!!! It's going to be close to 50 degrees! Who cares if it's rainy? I'm going to get some adorable rain boots and jump in puddles and climb around and just enjoy being outside!
I'm also going to see "He's Just Not That Into You" this weekend, which I'm excited about. The book is brilliant; it made me realize what an idiot I was about my ex and how I need to be in the future.
I am also excited because I made Warm Fuzzies for my class and they are using them!!! It's so sweet.
Okay, I'm done. Sorry about that.
Tonight, Gossip Girl made me scream like an adolescent girl.
Tomorrow, RENT Filmed Live on Broadway will be arriving at my house!!!! I'll be watching it as soon as it arrives. Then I get to go see my small group gals and talk about God.
On Friday, I'm having dinner with some of my closest friends who are like family. We always see each other at the holidays and say, "Let's do this more often" and we never do. But we're finally doing something about it.
On Saturday, I'm going hiking!!!!! It's going to be close to 50 degrees! Who cares if it's rainy? I'm going to get some adorable rain boots and jump in puddles and climb around and just enjoy being outside!
I'm also going to see "He's Just Not That Into You" this weekend, which I'm excited about. The book is brilliant; it made me realize what an idiot I was about my ex and how I need to be in the future.
I am also excited because I made Warm Fuzzies for my class and they are using them!!! It's so sweet.
Okay, I'm done. Sorry about that.
Things to Do This Summer (2009)
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I know it's only February, but I can't stop thinking about summer. I have so many ideas for this year.
1. Learn guitar.
2. Go four-wheeling with paintball guns
3. Architectural tour with Dad
4. Ghost hunting
5. Watch the sunrise
6. Make friends with someone in a rural area
7. Go to a rodeo
8. Road trip- not sure where
9. Play baseball at the Field of Dreams field
10. Hiking
11. Go whitewater rafting and not be terrified
12. Devil's Lake
13. Memphis
14. Find a really good tree to climb (besides the one at Grandma's)
15. Have a water balloon fight
16. Nap in a hammock
17. Get a badminton set for Mom and Dad's yard
18. Finish the quilt with Grandma
19. Finally master the art of making Rice Krispie treats. With vegan marshmallows, of course.
20. Swim in my parents' pool
21. Get married in Vegas
22. Eat blue snowcones
23. Use chalk to decorate the sidewalk in front of my apartment
24. Play Bingo.
25. Go to an observatory and look at the stars through a telescope.
26. Go tubing
27. Ravinia
28. Slip 'n' Slide
29. Play in a waterfall
30. Go to where the Mississippi River starts and jump over it
1. Learn guitar.
2. Go four-wheeling with paintball guns
3. Architectural tour with Dad
4. Ghost hunting
5. Watch the sunrise
6. Make friends with someone in a rural area
7. Go to a rodeo
8. Road trip- not sure where
9. Play baseball at the Field of Dreams field
10. Hiking
11. Go whitewater rafting and not be terrified
12. Devil's Lake
13. Memphis
14. Find a really good tree to climb (besides the one at Grandma's)
15. Have a water balloon fight
16. Nap in a hammock
17. Get a badminton set for Mom and Dad's yard
18. Finish the quilt with Grandma
19. Finally master the art of making Rice Krispie treats. With vegan marshmallows, of course.
20. Swim in my parents' pool
21. Get married in Vegas
22. Eat blue snowcones
23. Use chalk to decorate the sidewalk in front of my apartment
24. Play Bingo.
25. Go to an observatory and look at the stars through a telescope.
26. Go tubing
27. Ravinia
28. Slip 'n' Slide
29. Play in a waterfall
30. Go to where the Mississippi River starts and jump over it
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