1.) A very close shot
2.)The Classic Fork in Mouth
3. )I'm going for the more serious pose here
4.) I love weirdish lighting.
5.) I love weird angles too :-)
Monday 8:00 to Noon: Do school and clean my room like crazy to get ready for my Grandparents coming... at the same time.
Noon to 5:00 Work.
7:00 Church meeting.
Tuesday morning: Do Tuesday's school and all the Monday school I didn't get done because by experience I know I can't clean and do geometry at the same time.
Tuesday Afternoon: Play practice.
7:00 Church meeting.
Wednesday morning: School
Wednesday Afternoon: Work
Thursday Morning: School
Thursday Afternoon: Work
Friday Morning: Do school WITHOUT mom!!! Horror of all horrors!!!
Friday Afternoon: Play Practice
Friday Night: My friend Monique's Bachelorette/Slumber Party (!)
Saturday: Nursing Home
Sunday: Nothing besides church.
Monday: Work and my birthday (18... I'm getting old!)
Tuesday: Play practice and S.B.'s birthday.
As you can see I shall be quite busy, so don't expect too much posting:-)
Besides all this I should exercise, scrapbook, fix my dress for the play, write 3 or 4 e-mails, decide what I want for my birthday, get S.B. a present, write something for my March assignment in my writing class and half a million other things.
BTW I have a question: Should I work on my birthday? I'll just have to work a different day that week... Opinions?
I noticed a funny thing yesterday when we were flying back from Florida. To be precise I noticed it when I climbed on the plane that was going to Milwaukee. The problem was: I wasn't quite sure what I was noticing.
"Something's different... what is it?"I thought.
The plane was smaller than anything else we'd traveled in this trip, It was very small and crowded full of a bunch of normal people.
"People... ummm."
By nature I am a people watcher. You may thinks weird and rude but I don't think it's weird and I try not to be rude. I do it because people, God's greatest creation, fascinate me. The different personalities, opinions and looks, most of all I wonder about what makes people think the way they do? What makes them tick? Now I'm not into psychology, I'm just into people. And when I climbed onto the plane yesterday my inner "Person Identification Meter" went off. I was now dealing with an entirely different group of people than I had been in the last week.
We'd been in Florida, Palm Beach to be precise. We passed by Donald Trump's gate house, I saw Tiger Wood's residence from a distance. It's a snazzy, high-class part of the country. Everywhere we went the majority of the people were fit, fashionable dressed, good-looking people. To tell the truth it's a bit daunting. When I was packing last week I was in a tither over my clothes. I lamented to several of my sisters "I have nothing to wear." (NOTE: If you haven't seen my closet I should let you know I'm not destitute in that arena, I have plenty of articles of clothing.) It wasn't that I didn't have clothes, it was that I didn't have clothes that I thought would make me look up to the Palm Beach standard. I finally had to decide I didn't have time to buy a whole new wardrobe so I just wore my normal clothes, which haven't in a while been (or never were) fashionable.
At the airport the morning we left someone asked:
"Why are you going to Wisconsin?" Translation: Who on earth would visit Wisconsin for fun??? We answered that we were going home.
They said "Oh!" Translation: Oh! They're Hicks, that explains it!
Half-way through the flight home I realized why my "Person Indenification Meter" had gone off. These people were going home to, because, honestly, who does visit Wisconsin for fun? My fellow passengers were much different from the Palm Beach crowd, most of them were not quite what you'd call "fit" or "in shape" their clothes were nice enough, but not what you'd call "fashionable" mostly sturdy jeans and comfortable shirts. A couple of the ladies seemed to have forgotten the 60's and the 80's are over. These people are the down-to-earth, hard-working type. They can't believe the enormous amount congress is rapidly spending and they think that 50 degrees in March is "beautiful". (NOTE: Both of these examples are from conversations I actually overheard on the plane.)
When we disembark in Milwaukee the atmosphere was so startling different that I dropped my suitcase. (Okay, that might have resulted from me being a klutz.) Besides the fact that it was 30 degrees cooler than Palm Beach and there was no salty sea air, it was just different, less hurried, and, dare I say, happier. Right away I saw a guy in a pair of overalls. (I prefer them to the skinny jeans *gag* I was seeing in Palm Beach.) Then a total stranger and I shared a laugh over a towel dispenser, (I got too used to the eclectic kind while on vacation, and was violently waving my hand at a hand operated one until the stranger pointed my mistake of to me.) nothing like that happened to me on our trip.
I had been a little annoyed at the tone the person at the airport had used earlier when speaking of my home state. When we touched down in my I was appalled to realize how many people seem to agree with that person. The souvenir t-shirts in the airport gift shop all had to do with cow-tipping! For goodness sakes, Cow-tipping is a myth! It doesn't exist!We're not all red-necks!
Maybe it's just because Wisconsin is my home now, but I have decided I will always try to live here, in a small Midwest town, where old-fashioned values still have a place, and life is slow, where people are down-to-earth and good-natured. They're not millionaires and big sport celebrities, but I'll take them over the millionaires any day.
It's good to be home.
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