wishing for beach tar on my feet
Oh man. Today is so beautiful and nice outside, and I got to wear a skirt for the first time in forever. I do love me a good skirt.
The other night I went to a talent show at school cause some of my kids were in it. Hella cute, let me tell you. Most of the performances were group choreographed dances. The very first one was five of my kids acting out R. Kelly's "You Saved Me," which, if you ignore the fact that it's by R. Kelly, has a very nice message. I was really pretty proud of them for getting up there and doing something that meant something instead of just actin' a fool. Which, of course, is what the rest of the groups did. Some of these kids can DANCE, though, let me tell you. Things that I didn't even know the human body was capable of. And a lot of them had props, like sunglasses, hats, fake money, canes, gold teeth, etc. One guy was even wearing a Winnie the Pooh bathrobe. It was quite hilarious.
The last notable event was going to see Wilco with Ashley...I can't believe I didn't post about that when it happened. Because, man, it was a kickass show, I must say. They rocked my pants off. Great seats, great lighting, great songs, many encores. It was just like old times hangin' with my roomie again. Then Waffle House after midnight. I'm sooo glad this happened over Spring Break, or I would have been dead the next morning trying to get up at 5:30 for school. The whole night was like a flash back to my college days, which I still can't believe are over. I felt like I should have been heading back to the dorm to throw together a quick CR for colloq.
Summer will be here before I know it, and I'm so glad. The husband and I need to find an apartment BAD and then decorate and then have dinner parties and stay up late and be artistic. Real life sucks you dry. Anderson said I can go back to school when I have a baby, which sounds like the most chauvanistic, old-fashioned thing to say, but he didn't mean it like that, and it was actually quite comforting. Weird little contradictions I have. On the one hand, I really want a baby and to just stay at home and play wife and mother. On the other, I just want to go back to school and the glory days of hanging out and Waffle House, and dorm-room drama. You'll notice neither of these hands involve actually working. Sweet, sweet lottery tickets have entered my dreams.
The other night I went to a talent show at school cause some of my kids were in it. Hella cute, let me tell you. Most of the performances were group choreographed dances. The very first one was five of my kids acting out R. Kelly's "You Saved Me," which, if you ignore the fact that it's by R. Kelly, has a very nice message. I was really pretty proud of them for getting up there and doing something that meant something instead of just actin' a fool. Which, of course, is what the rest of the groups did. Some of these kids can DANCE, though, let me tell you. Things that I didn't even know the human body was capable of. And a lot of them had props, like sunglasses, hats, fake money, canes, gold teeth, etc. One guy was even wearing a Winnie the Pooh bathrobe. It was quite hilarious.
The last notable event was going to see Wilco with Ashley...I can't believe I didn't post about that when it happened. Because, man, it was a kickass show, I must say. They rocked my pants off. Great seats, great lighting, great songs, many encores. It was just like old times hangin' with my roomie again. Then Waffle House after midnight. I'm sooo glad this happened over Spring Break, or I would have been dead the next morning trying to get up at 5:30 for school. The whole night was like a flash back to my college days, which I still can't believe are over. I felt like I should have been heading back to the dorm to throw together a quick CR for colloq.
Summer will be here before I know it, and I'm so glad. The husband and I need to find an apartment BAD and then decorate and then have dinner parties and stay up late and be artistic. Real life sucks you dry. Anderson said I can go back to school when I have a baby, which sounds like the most chauvanistic, old-fashioned thing to say, but he didn't mean it like that, and it was actually quite comforting. Weird little contradictions I have. On the one hand, I really want a baby and to just stay at home and play wife and mother. On the other, I just want to go back to school and the glory days of hanging out and Waffle House, and dorm-room drama. You'll notice neither of these hands involve actually working. Sweet, sweet lottery tickets have entered my dreams.