Sorry, I've been a little hap-hazard with the ol' blogging lately. We've been running here and there, to and fro, hither and yon. Lots going on.
Let's see ... we went to a Redbirds game (sorry no pictures) , watched my mom walk the "Survivor Walk" at relay for life (sorry no pictures) and traveled to Nana and Papa's house and back (sorry no pictures).
To sum up: bunches of running around, no photos of any of it.
Here's a sad story: on our way home from Mountain View tonight I was trying to tell my husband how great a father I truly think he is. Only problem? I'm not very good at the mushy. I would go so far as to say I am very bad at the mushy. (It's okay. It's something Jeff and I have in common.) I was so bad at the mushy tonight, he thought I was making a joke. I finally convince him that I was serious and not dissing his parenting abilities, but I might not be so fortunate the next time. It's something I need to work on. So here, I am going to practice: I think everyone who reads this blog is fantastic. I really mean that! (hope that came across as sincere.)
One last rant - so I was watching iCarly (did I just say that?) and the episode was about how they had this really obnoxious fan that they were trying to ditch the whole time. I kept waiting for the music to change and for us to find out that she was homeless or abused and they would stop talking bad about her and embrace her socially awkward self. DIDN'T HAPPEN! She stayed obnoxious and just found some other group to be a fan of. There were no lessons learned, people. Yeah, I know the old 80's sitcoms were cheesy, but come on! At least they pretended to do the right thing at the end of the 30 minutes. I guess this is the trend in tween t.v.... Scary.