Celebrate!

So it's been a long time since I've posted, eh. For some reason it hadn't crossed my mind for a while. I was escaping reality in books and only doing what was completely necessary for a little while, and enjoyed it immensely. I have two more books from the library, but the weather is so nice all I want to do is anything but the norm (don't worry I recently cleaned bathrooms and I did the dishes every day - not that once a day is enough to keep up on them). Anyway, the last couple of days I've been feeling sleepy and once again extremely introverted, but not really. I'm turning to food and shopping a lot (who me, crazy I know - not really extreme shopping mind you, but little piddly stuff that adds up and you wonder where it all went kind of shopping). I really need some more will power to exercise. I keep turning myself down.
Anyway, the title of this post refers to what I planned to post because I thought I had nothing to say, and there is reason to celebrate!

Happy Birthday!

Bryant

Braden

Dal

Mark

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Happy Anniversary!

Smelly and Ryan

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Good weather with children playing a lot outside (no t.v. week next week with the school, which means a little back up in the parent corner when trying to redirect).

I want to go play, I just don't know what, so long as it is going and doing something in some part outdoors (even just driving with the windows down, I'm sometimes not too picky). Hope all of your days match the sunny weather!

Another good thing

So Adria told me this was a great book, and she usually has good taste, but the title threw me a bit, so it took me a while to get around to reading it. Excellent, though. Enjoyable and uplifting.
Here is a quote from the beginning that I like:

At first Miss Heliotrope's love for Maria had been somewhat forced. She had made and mended her clothes with grim determination and with a rather distressing lack of imagination, and however naughty she was had applied the cane only very sparingly, being more concerned with winning the child;s affection than with the welfare of her immortal soul. But gradually all that had changed. Her tenderness, when Maria was in any way afflicted, had become eager; the child's clothes had been a work of art' and she herself had been whipped for her peccadilloes within an inch of her life, Miss Heliotrope caring now not tow hoots whether Maria like her or not, if only she could make of the child a fine and noble woman.
This is true love and Maria had known it' and even when her behind had been so sore that she could scarcely sit upon it, her affection for Miss Heliotrope had been no whit abated. And now that she was no longer a child but a young lady in her teens, it was the best thing in her life.

Better Late than Never

Happy Birthday Kevin and Grayson!

You know, I had a friend telling me the other day that she hates March. Every March something bad happens. I believe one March her husband lost his job and this March her son was diagnosed with diabetes. Man that stinks. I like March. It gives you the first hope of spring, and it is full of birthdays and anniversaries, I hope her Marches change!