The start of the school year

This year marks the last year of public education I will be sending my child to school. Hard to believe that she is a senior. I still have the cute little picture of her with her lunchbox and backpack in front of CCS for her first day of kindergarten. But now we are way past the first day of school photos. She drives herself there and it certainly would not be cool of a mom to be there.

Sometimes you wonder did I do the right thing by having her go to public school. She went to private school of kindergarten. I think for elementary school it didn't matter. But public school definitely offers an wider range of classes for her to choose from. This year she has European History and is in her fifth year of Spanish. Pretty good stuff for high school.

It also gave her the opportunity to show her dancing/school spirit as a pom. I think this may have been the most important part of high school for her. It has been a way to use her talents and show others what she can do.

The color blue

I admit it. I can't tell some blues apart. This has become an issue because I wanted to paint part of my bathroom blue. A dark rich blue that had jeweltones to it. I probably went through 50 little color samples and finally settled on one. We primed the wall and put the first coat on. Both Dan and Whitney say it reminds them of kindergarten blue and want to know when I'll be adding the yellow and red. I said it just needs a second coat and the blind reinstalled. Well the blind is back up and I think they are right. It isn't as rich as I hoped for. So now we have to pick out a new color and paint over all this blue. Maybe I shouldn't be involved in color choice.

Is anybody out there?

I realize that no one is reading the blogs anymore. With the advent of Facebook and all of the instant postings, how many people need a blog anymore? I believe that it allows for creative freedom however because length is not limited. You can just ramble on and on and you don't get any error messages.

Send me a note if you read this.

Dog Days of Summer

Ever wonder why it is called the dog days of summer? I think it is because it is too darn hot to do anything and dogs seem to know where to go to lie in the shade and try to keep cool.

The Sound of Rain

I really do like the sound of rain. I don't want to be out in it but I like the sound of it hitting the house or the sidewalk. There is something refreshing about it. Yesterday at church it sounded like we had a torrential downpour not once but twice. They even had to turn up the volume on the pastor's talk. When we went outside, the sidewalks were dry and there were only a few puddles. Why the difference? The sound of rain on a metal building is amplified by about 100 so what was probably a sprinkling turned into a downpour in sound.

I still like the sound of rain. I'm just a poor judge of how much is falling.

Bad Memory

I had a great blog post formulated in my mind one night right before I went to sleep. It was profound, funny, memorable. Of course I forgot it in the morning so I can't write it up for everyone else to read. Guess I need a laptop attached to my bed so I can impart my wisdom on everyone at all times. Because my memory WILL fail me now.

Ramblings of a Mad Woman

Well it is a great title. But I'm not a mad woman. Just the typical 44 year old workaholic who can't say no, who doesn't know how to take a vacation, and who thinks she needs to help out others when she has a full plate herself.

Then again, maybe that is the definition of a mad woman.