Can't fight this feeling...

I'm taking a week (plus?) hiatus.

I've been fighting it. I have. I LOVE blogging, I love reading blogs, and I love this online community. But I'm struggling, and I'm not doing a good job in keeping up.

As we're going to Ohio for the 4th and my midterm is this week, I've decided to focus on my studies and the upcoming trip and read blogs between studying. I'm just not going to blog.

And, really, I almost didn't write this post, but, since many of you don't know me and know I blog about 3-5 times a week, I didn't want y'all to think I'd died or something. =) Just gotta focus on studies.

See you in a week (or a week and a half!!)!

This really should be caffeinated randomness...

Did I spell "caffeinated" correctly? I always have trouble with that word...

I would like some fresh fruit and veggies. Specifically peaches and a BLT. Without the L. Ever since Misti gave me a tomato and I made a BT, all I want is more. I should have gone to the Farmers Market last Saturday and stocked up.

Class tonight -- but Superman is saving the day and driving!!! I am so excited. He is such an amazing husband, y'all. I don't thank him enough for everything he does. He's so generous and compassionate -- I married a good one. ;)

Okay, enough with the mushiness. I'll save that for Rachel's carnival.

I feel I've been lacking with my blog reading. Okay, there's no "I feel" about it. I HAVE been lacking. Monday through Wednesday all I did was study. Study. And study some more. My midterm's next week. Some days are good days and I feel on top of the work, and other days I want to have a panic attack.

According to this man, I am a discouraged perfectionist. I never knew I was a perfectionist by ANY MEANS until he described a discouraged perfectionist. I fit the bill to a T. It's almost scary.

Superman's aunt and uncle are coming in this weekend. I'm psyched about that. AND, to make the weekend even more awesome, my family reunion is this weekend (that's a good thing), AND my parents and aunt are coming Sunday to hear Superman play in the band at church. Big yea for that! Oh, and our annual town festival is going to be this weekend. Little yea. Too many people + too few parking spots + 100 degree heat = angry participants and wailing babies. I might fit into the wailing category. We'll see.

And this is probably all the randomness that you want to read for today, so I guess I'll stop here. Three more hours, and then we're Super Duper University bound!!!

Round two...or three...can't remember...

Our neighbors are moving. Again.

Well, technically "they" aren't moving "again" so much as the house next door is for sale again.

We've been in our house for three years now, and this house has been sold at least twice. Does that seem unusual to anyone else?

I think it's because the house is haunted. My mom thinks it was because of the neighbors (aka, US). Superman thinks it was because one of them got a job elsewhere.

Should we ask instead of guess? Probably. But we most likely won't. I mean...it's kind of hard when you're talking to someone and your Chihuahua is barking madly and taking a poo in their freshly-mowed lawn (see the bad neighbors category).

I kind of wish the old lady two doors down would leave so she'd stop calling the cops on us. Yes, this has happened -- a friend of mine parked in front of her house, and her front tire was tourching the woman's curb. The neighbors on the other side of us park in front of our yard all the time. No big deal. I certainly don't call the cops on them.

So if any of you are looking for a home in a squished subdivision and don't mind living next door to a couple whose dog will fertilize your lawn, let me know! ;)

My dad

I have to write this quickly. Why, you ask? Because me, my mom, and my dad are going to church this morning. =)

I say that with a smile because I know that my parents' love for the Lord has influenced my life tremendously, and it's nice to know that you have parents who pray for you and your husband.

I almost didn't come see them this weekend. I was tired, I have tons of studying to do, a house to clean before Superman comes home from his weekend golf excursion, etc. The excuses run on for days. But yesterday, after visiting with Rachel, I decided, "Let's go surprise Dad."

"Hello?" he answered the phone yesterday after I packed up Superdog and a change of clothes and headed north.

"Hey, what y'all doin' tonight?" Yes, my Southern accent affects my words and my verbs.

"Oh, I don't know. We're going to see Papa Mac (my dad's father) at about five. What are you doing?"

"Driving."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"To your house."

"You are?" he asked excitedly. "Well, that's just great! You can come with us to Papa Mac's and we'll go get dinner..." He started listing off things we could do.

"Well, I just wanted to call you beforehand so I could make sure that you didn't have plans tonight," I said.

"Aw," Dad said, "you know we'd change plans for you."

=)

Superman and I have got one great father (as Dad calls my hubby his son, I'm countin' it.)

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Now it's time to go to church.

She's going the distance...She's going for speed...

Hello, friends. As you read this, please note that I am on No. 7 of 10 shots of espresso in about a 16 hour time frame.

Doctors out there -- don't judge. And if there are spelling/grammatical errors, lovingly ignore. ;)

I drove to and from Super Duper University last night. Class let out at 10:15 p.m. My mom rode with me to help keep me awake (she doesn't see well at night). I drank an iced latte before class and a white chocolate mocha (let's get those sugar calories going) when I left.

We arrived home at 2:11 a.m. I was up again before 7 and had to be at work at 7:30.

WOO HOO!!!!

It was actually kind of funny this morning when I went to the coffee shop. Jonathan, the owner, looked at me. I nodded. He nodded in return. And then he handed me an extra large Americano -- six shots of espresso + water.

I am working on my second of five hours at work today (Thank goodness for short days!!).

I'm not functioning all too quickly today by any means, but I am getting work done (contrary to what this blog signifies). And then I'm going home and taking a loooonnnggg nap.

Peace out, y'all.

WYAW: Kid time (For yourself...not those you gave birth to)

I LOVE What's Your Answer Wednesdays! I LOVE them because I get to find out more about YOU!



I'm a big kid at heart. I really am. I love going to zoos and playing hide and seek and eating junk food. I don't ever want to actually grow up. So...let's talk about kid stuff!

1. What was your favorite game growing up?

2. What do you do with your kids (or, if you're like me, do you expect you'll do with future children) that's really more of a treat for you than them?

3. Did you eat your veggies as a kid?

4. What's your earliest memory?

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My answers

1. Hide and seek. Hands down. I was a superb hider. Didn't like seeking (though you only had to catch one person...).

2. Go to Disney World (We went there on our honeymoon). Or maybe just TCBY for ice cream...Yummm...a peach milkshake sounds soooo good right now.



3. Ew, NO! I vividly remember one time my mom soaking broccoli in cheese sauce and me STILL not eating it. Now I'll eat broccoli plain. I love it!

4. The first house I remember living in was on the corner of two highways, and we had huge trees in our yard (maybe they weren't that huge, but they were to me). My dad hooked a rope swing on one of the top branches and would swing me higher and higher on it -- and I loved every second of it. Hmmm...that's probably why I like roller coasters now...

Your turn!

For more WYAW fun, visit Linda!

This really happened

I've really been running on empty the past few days regarding ideas for blogs. Not that I haven't been really busy...My mind's just been ridiculously turned "off."

I was reading Brooke's blog about the results of her weekend garage sale when I started to remember the two garage sales I have participated in during my life, and...well, the first one, at least, is definitely interesting...

"It's the garage sale EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Books, clothes, furniture, DVDs, and so much more!! All to benefit the American Cancer Society!! Participate in the cause with our garage sale!!"

That was the gist of our ad we placed in the paper. Tina, one of our relay team members, was the classifieds director. Can you tell?

We got up in what I thought was the middle of the night (about 5 a.m.) to get things ready for our 6 a.m. opening time. People began showing up at 5:30...with flashlights.

But they weren't our first customers. Tina had people come to her house (the garage sale site) the night before. Yeah. That's right.

Around 6 a.m., when the sun was finally beginning to rise, we had a ton of people -- and a ton of stuff. A lot of our coworkers had donated for the cause, which definitely helped. Heck, we even browsed the area, looking for clothing that we'd want to purchase.

But first...the fight for the votive holder.

"This says it's a dollar," some woman called out to Tina. BTW, she was fighting for it with another lady, who was glancing over the clothing at the time. "Can I get it for 50 cents?"

Tina, who'd been through garage sales before and knew how to handle this, glared at her. "It IS for finding a cure for cancer," she replied.

The woman stormed off in a huff, but Tina did have a point. I mean...all profits DID benefit the ACS.

A few minutes later, after Tina walked inside, the other lady who'd been eying the holder, came up to me. "Can I get this for 75 cents?" she asked.

"Um...sure?" I said warily. I mean, this was my first garage sale. I didn't know how these things worked.

"Sold," she said, smiling, and walked off.

When Tina heard, she just laughed. I miss that girl.

(But I will see her in just a couple of weeks!!)

But the highlight of the garage sale came around 9 a.m., when we were lazing around and mainly goofing off. We still had a few customers, but they were trickling out.

And we did this to my dog.



She was not happy. And neither were we a bit later when some woman saw Superdog, sitting in my lap, and said, "I'll pay $200 for her."

My mouth dropped. "Uh...she's not for sale."

"Well, it SAYS 'Make offer,'" she retorted.

"It's a JOKE," I replied, holding Superdog tighter. I would punch people for my dog. I would.

And so this woman goes on this mini-rant, saying how she had been to this other garage sale where they had a price sticker on an (inanimate) object and it wasn't for sale, and she told her husband when they got in the car that she wasn't going to take it anymore, and she was going to buy the next thing that had a sticker on it, whether or not it was for sale.

Tina came over and pulled the sticker from poor Superdog's head. She seemed annoyed, but thankfully, it didn't seem to hurt her.

"She's not for sale," I repeated.

Oh, and then the woman talks about how her husband just lost his little Chihuahua and how happy it would make him to have another one. Uh...I really hate that, but...NO.

She finally, FINALLY left, thank goodness, but not before saying, "If she follows me, I'm taking her." And then whistled for Superdog to come.

Superdog didn't move. I held her collar fairly tightly, but she wasn't eager to follow.

She knows who loves her. ;)

We made about $300 on the garage sale (that's what happens when about 10 people contribute), which was good. But I did learn one valuable lesson:

Leave the pup inside.