This-es and Thats

*We got to come straight home after reading camp today.  It was blissful for both Basia and I.  Basia seems to be a social butterfly to the extreme, but she copes with life a lot better when she has her quiet time at home.  She's in a better mood this afternoon, and I'm in a better mood this afternoon.  Good stuff.

*Basia made a friend at the skating rink yesterday.  Neither of them could understand the other's name, so they gave each other nicknames.  Basia was "butterfly" (the girl obviously doesn't know Basia), and the other girl was "brownie." 

*At the same skating rink, I wore Brishen's hand-me-down roller blades.  He could never quite get the hang of them.  Now I know why.  After thirty seconds of wearing them, I realized that there is something majorly wrong with them.  Off they came.  Out came my wallet.  On went the rentals.  I was able to stand again and skate without humiliating myself (until little kids kept skating right in front of me).  I think I will make a note to myself to not buy used roller blades.  Oh, and now I may know why Basia hates hers.  A good deal may not always be a good deal...

*There is a dirty washcloth next to my bookshelf.  It's annoying, but I haven't picked it up.  I have this dog who loves to venture into the bathroom when we are gone.  He keeps himself company with washcloths and bathmats.  If I pick that washcloth up, he'll just go get another one.  

*I have dirty socks on the floor of my living room.  They have been there for days.  I can't blame a dog or a kid or a husband for them.  They are mine.  When the guys are gone, I feel no need to do any real cooking or to pick up my dirty socks.  I'm not sure what my reasoning is.

*After years of being an outside dog, my mutt #2 has decided to move inside permanently.  It seems to suit us all, but I'm not sure why the change in preference all of a sudden.  Surely the 105 temps have nothing to do with it.  Now I have to get used to someone else who wants to remain within three inches from my feet at all times.

*I really need to post all about my experiences as a tutor for reading camp.  It is a very interesting experience, and I am learning a lot and teaching a lot, I think.  One more week.

*My plans to spread out at night and take the entire bed while Jon is away haven't actually worked.  Why is it that Basia KNOWS that I'll be too weak to make her go back to her bed in the middle of the night when Dad is away?  "Just get in and go to sleep."

*I am addicted to our new satellite TV, and I really think it is time to establish some personal rules.  I can get school planning done while watching (that's my excuse for allowing it), but I'm sure not getting any books read or much housework done.  I'm hoping that I will soon get caught up on all the shows I enjoyed back in the day, and then I will lose interest.  I haven't really started watching any new sitcoms or any dramas at all, so it has to get boring soon.  Right?  Right?

*I watched part of my husband's sermon online last night simply because it was streamed live from Sacramento Methodist Assembly.  It's not like I don't ever get to hear his sermons or like I won't hear thousands more of them in my lifetime.  It was fun to be married to someone famous for a moment or two.  Sacramento, New Mexico, online broadcasts make you famous, right?

*Basia and I just watched two students from our Tae Kwon Do school test for their black belts.  The test was both harder and less difficult than I expected.  I see how you are definitely built up to the challenge all along the way.  I also see how we need to do some studying and how we need to practice remembering ridiculously long strings of commands.  Luckily we have YEARS (especially me) to get ready.  I'm not going to be figuring out how to break wood with a jumping back kick anytime soon, and I have to master that before my very next test.  It's a good thing I like the color purple, even if blue would go better with my eyes.

*The males of the family return sometime tomorrow.  I may have to get groceries.  I may have to share the remote.  I may have to pick up my socks.  I may have to confess why some Father's Day cookies were eaten when no fathers were around.  I may kiss that son of mine, even if it makes him cringe.  I also may enjoy having a partner again, especially one who could care less if I don't get groceries, share the remote, pick up my socks, eat his cookies, or kiss his cringing son.  Yep, I'm a lucky woman.