School starts

There are a lot of teary eyed moms out there this week. School is starting and it's hard to let your baby go. I remember standing outside the school room doors and letting my kids go to kindergarten. I knew then that their lives would never be the same and neither would mine. Watching the baby leave for college-just as hard as letting her go to kindergarten, but I'm so proud of her and her siblings.

Countdown

Ten more days until I move.It'll be the first time I've ever lived anywhere other than Little Rock and the farthest I've been from Mommy and Daddy. I'm ready to leave the city, but I'll miss my friends and the knowledge you have from living your entire life in one area.I know what part of town to avoid at rush hour, where to go to get a really good cup of coffee or sushi,where the muscadines can be found, where to look for wild plum, and the best places to take pictures depending on the season.Part of me is excited to learn somewhere different and part of me is a little sad because one chapter of my life is over. Of course, this means another is just beginning. Lately,I've been wondering if this is something I really want to do-I've asked myself this question several times.
One look at Dwight, and I know I'm making the right move.

weekend by the numbers

403-Amount spent on college text books.
107-average daily temperature
96-number of yard sales on Saturday
52-number of yard sales on Thursday

Pennies from Heaven

Mom says every time that you find a penny on the ground someone in heaven is thinking of you. My Aunt says, if mom's not careful she'll be meeting someone in heaven. She'll pick up a penny on the busiest streets of New York City not paying any attention to traffic.
Lately, I've found a penny just staring up at me every day. I'm not looking for any(though I'm quite guilty of looking for four-leaf clovers). They just always seem to find me. Not on busy streets either. They're just out in the open practically jumping in my hand-actually if they got any easier to find-they would be in my hand.

The work week

Every time I turn around, I'm reading about unemployment being at an all time high. How about we cut everybody back to just working 40 hours a week and create more jobs? I'm scheduled to work 10 hours a day for 5 days a week=50 hours. Poor Dwight has been working 72 hours a week for the last 2 or 3 months. So Dwight would donate 32 and I'd donate 10 and poof another job-unemployment goes down. Quality of life goes up.Who knows-with more time off people would be inclined to do more things like eat out(and create more business for Beth and Allison) or go shopping(help Paul get more hours). I know I get more done when I'm well rested and happy.

Exciting day-I wish

Not much going on here-packed two boxes, took two to the Salvation Army, and took one out of storage to be filed and put away. Then on to my paying job. Tomorrow's goal is three out of storage.

Moving up

I officially have my own house key-he even put this one on my key ring so I wouldn't lose it.