Monday, October 13, 2003

I've decided that I like the background with Tintern. Makes my blog feel special. *beams* And who doesn't want to feel special?

I think David is doing an excellent job. *applauds loudly*
He's going to get me a tag board, too! Woohoo!! Comment time!

Yesterday I got to spend the afternoon with my best friend. Her alias on the blog is Sally Jo. *winks*
We watched the video of her wedding and that was so weird! It was a beautiful wedding and so much like her. *sigh*
This was taken at the rehearsal dinner...

Unfortunatey, the only reason she was in town is because her grandmother isn't expected to live for more than a few days.
I'll probably spend some time with her today again.
True friends are priceless. :)

Vicki decided to get the house repainted. The white parts will stay white but the rose colored parts will soon be blue. Mother is quite happy about that. She has this thing for blue. Just walk into the house and you'll pick up on that. *laughs*

I have a Poli Sci test tomorrow and I have to finish my paper. Somehow, I'm not really worried about this test. The paper will take a little more doing, but that's okay. There's nothing like imminent death to make you disinterested in a poli sci grade.

I'm all out of sausage. *frowns* Now I don't have anything to eat with my eggs. I might have to make chocolate chip pancakes. Isn't that terrible. *snickers*

I had a dream last night that I was in a little shop in England, looking at the tea and complaining to the girl behind the counter that Fortnum and Mason's had stopped exporting their tea to the US.
I woke up a couple of times last night because Baby was making noise and everytime, I was laying there, flat on my back, with my hands together on my chest, just like Sleeping Beauty. It was odd. I wonder what that means? I should ask a psychologist. Maybe I have a cursed Princess complex. *grins*

Joys are flowing like a river since the Comforter has come
He abides with us forever, makes the loving heart His home
Blessed quietness, holy quietness, what assurance in my soul
On the stormy sea, He speaks peace to me
How the billows cease to roll

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