Lucky

I can't help but feel lucky everytime I watch the news lately. Everything I get upset about, everything I complain about is so trivial...because I still have a house. I haven't lost everything I own. Last year there was a tornado in my town (while we were on vacation). It destroyed our yard, we lost 30+ trees, some of which landed on our house. Broken doors, broken windows, torn up roof. But our house was okay, everything in it was okay, everything we lost was replacable. The clean up was horrible. But you know what? People we'd never met, some of whom we never even learned their names, they came to my town and they helped us. They came from all over to do anything they could to help a bunch of people they didn't even know. It's easy sometimes to watch the news and look at the world and lose hope. But I just always think back to these people, because amazing, good people do exist.

We dealt with the Red Cross last year. And after seeing what they do first hand, I'll always donate to them, along with hospice, for the rest of my life. Because I've seen what these people from this amazing organazation do. They help they give. It's a wonderful organzation, worthy of everything given to it and so much more. I read somewhere that the American Red Cross is our countries most respected charity and I can't imagine anyone more worthy of that honor than these people.

Monday Night Croppers

Two Mondays a month there's a group of ladies I crop with. They all go to the same church, with the exception of me and my mom. We just happened to meet a couple of them (including the one who holds the crop at her house) at our favorite scrapbook store. Luck of the draw, we sat at the same table. A couple of these ladies are about ten years older than me. The rest are easily 20-30 years older than me. And you know what, I have great time with them. I really look forward to those Mondays. To spending time with people I would never spend time with otherwise. I think it's amazing how a hobby that is, on the outside so indivdual can bring so many people together.

back to reality

Today was my last first day (hopefully) ever. Let me preface this by saying that I've never really had a bad first day. Until now.

I let half an hour early to find a parking spot. And there were none. I don't mean no good spots, I mean no good spots period, and at least 40 cars driving around looking for one. On to plan B. Ran back home, and had mom drop me off. Problem solved. Or, rather, problem number 1 solved.

I get to my building and look for room 306. Except there is no 306. There's a space without walls where 306 used to be. So I go to the business office. Where's my class? Not just in a different room, it's in a whole different building. A building on the whole other side of campus. At this point, I have 7 minutes. I had to run across campus. I get there just in time, and drowning in my own sweat.

To sum up:
Total time spent getting to class: 30 minutes
Total time spent in class: 20 minutes

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Ah, Friday. So every Friday morning, I go to WalMart to get the new Soap Opera Digest (I have to keep up on my stories). But today, they hadn't gotten the new magazines yet. So I have to go back and check tomorrow. Threw my whole day off today, I tell you.

Tonight I went to this football jamboree thing. Four teams, you get 12 moves to score. It was different, and kind of fun. I have issues watching football. Namely, I can't keep track of the ball. I would literally be the worst player ever because I fall for every single fake pass. And I thought soap mag buying would be my most embarrassing confession of the night...

Celebrate

We celebrated my mom's birthday today. Her actual birthday is on Sunday, but we celebrate today because of my dad working Sunday. We went out to dinner and went to ColdStone. I love that place so, so much. It was even nice enough to eat outside tonight. We gave her most of her presents too. I got her three bottles of Prima flowers and pencil art from oops I meant to for her scrap area. We also got pictures taken today, so I'm waiting for to get the proofs. I love pictures.

Once More, With Feeling

So I'm trying once again to set up a blog...I just wasn't happy with the way MSN was set up, so hopefully I'll be happier with this one.