SNOW DAYS!
Boy, has this been a crazy week of weather! It all started Friday with sleet/snow. The kids got out of school, and Andrew was home from work. Saturday, it started to melt, and we ventured out into the world. Monday the kids were out of school for MLK day, then that night, it snowed AGAIN! The kids were out again, and Andrew was home again. Then because it got even colder Tuesday night and the roads were going to be icy, they cancelled school AGAIN! So my kids have been out of school 6 days in a row! 6 days! They've had a lot of fun, and this will be a good memory for them down the road. Their first real snow day! We never had those in Laredo! They've been so excited. I've been moderately excited. haha
Luckily, I was able to go grocery shopping, and we've been fine with being shut in. Andrew had to go to work today. I miss him. Snow days are more fun when he's here.
Saturday was his birthday, and he's 34 now! How weird is that! When we met, I was 17, and he was 18. Now we're in our mid 30s. Even though I understand how aging works, it still blows my mind. That probably sounds dumb, but it's true. It's a strange thing, getting older.
LJ has a link on the top of this page that says "Your 2017 in LJ." I clicked on it, and it said I had 11 entries last year. How sad! Sometimes I think about stopping this thing all together, but I still hang on. Mostly because I don't want to start a fresh blog. Nobody really reads this much anyway. It's kinda nice that way. Sometimes knowing that so many people read my stuff on Facebook makes me self-conscious. Also, I can put dirty jokes on here, and grandparents won't see it. Hey-o!
Boy, do I miss posting that's what she said on posts on social media...
Boy, I've used boy a lot in this post. I'm blaming it on the old Disney movies Andrew's put on during our snow break. They say "boy" a lot. We watched The Love Bug and The Shaggy Dog. They were grood.
Evan and Lauren are upstairs playing Scrabble. It's cute. They keep coming to ask me about points and if what they put is a word. I played Andrew in Scrabble yesterday. I beat him. Then, I realized that I never got the chance to play my Granny after I was a more skilled player, and it made me sad. I've been thinking about it off and on since then. I miss her, and she's not even gone yet. I need to finish scanning her pictures. Maybe that's what I can do today. They canceled church tonight. Woot! I love having things canceled! Less work for me!
I started thinking about all the entries I lost on Ujournal years ago, and it made me sad. All those memories lost. Sometimes I think that journaling for me is like a Pensieve for Dumbledore. I store things in a journal, so I don't have them swimming around in my head, and so I don't have to think about them anymore. Then, I can read about them whenever I want to remember them. The problem with that is that if I lose those entries, then I don't remember anything. Much of my college years is forgotten for that reason. My memory is horrible. I also don't remember a lot about being a teenager, but I think that's because I blocked out a lot. It was a hard time for me. My family will tell me things about me from that time frame, and I don't remember them at all. I found a picture of me on my 13th birthday, and I don't even remember having it. Weird.
Well, I think I'll start scanning my Granny's pictures. Andrew's grandpa recently died, and they made a slideshow about his life. I figure I'll be doing that for my Granny soon, so I should probably be prepared. I miss her. I miss calling her on the phone.
*sigh* Okay, I'll stop for now. Bye.
Luckily, I was able to go grocery shopping, and we've been fine with being shut in. Andrew had to go to work today. I miss him. Snow days are more fun when he's here.
Saturday was his birthday, and he's 34 now! How weird is that! When we met, I was 17, and he was 18. Now we're in our mid 30s. Even though I understand how aging works, it still blows my mind. That probably sounds dumb, but it's true. It's a strange thing, getting older.
LJ has a link on the top of this page that says "Your 2017 in LJ." I clicked on it, and it said I had 11 entries last year. How sad! Sometimes I think about stopping this thing all together, but I still hang on. Mostly because I don't want to start a fresh blog. Nobody really reads this much anyway. It's kinda nice that way. Sometimes knowing that so many people read my stuff on Facebook makes me self-conscious. Also, I can put dirty jokes on here, and grandparents won't see it. Hey-o!
Boy, do I miss posting that's what she said on posts on social media...
Boy, I've used boy a lot in this post. I'm blaming it on the old Disney movies Andrew's put on during our snow break. They say "boy" a lot. We watched The Love Bug and The Shaggy Dog. They were grood.
Evan and Lauren are upstairs playing Scrabble. It's cute. They keep coming to ask me about points and if what they put is a word. I played Andrew in Scrabble yesterday. I beat him. Then, I realized that I never got the chance to play my Granny after I was a more skilled player, and it made me sad. I've been thinking about it off and on since then. I miss her, and she's not even gone yet. I need to finish scanning her pictures. Maybe that's what I can do today. They canceled church tonight. Woot! I love having things canceled! Less work for me!
I started thinking about all the entries I lost on Ujournal years ago, and it made me sad. All those memories lost. Sometimes I think that journaling for me is like a Pensieve for Dumbledore. I store things in a journal, so I don't have them swimming around in my head, and so I don't have to think about them anymore. Then, I can read about them whenever I want to remember them. The problem with that is that if I lose those entries, then I don't remember anything. Much of my college years is forgotten for that reason. My memory is horrible. I also don't remember a lot about being a teenager, but I think that's because I blocked out a lot. It was a hard time for me. My family will tell me things about me from that time frame, and I don't remember them at all. I found a picture of me on my 13th birthday, and I don't even remember having it. Weird.
Well, I think I'll start scanning my Granny's pictures. Andrew's grandpa recently died, and they made a slideshow about his life. I figure I'll be doing that for my Granny soon, so I should probably be prepared. I miss her. I miss calling her on the phone.
*sigh* Okay, I'll stop for now. Bye.