You know, I've found my favorite thing in the world to do. I LOVE to watch awards shows while I sit on Twitter snarking about everyone's outfits. Maybe I'm weird, but to me, that's just fun! I could care less who wins what award, but I love to see all the beautiful and bizarre outfits everyone is wearing, and all the weird stuff they do, like Pink turning herself into a human sprinkler right over everyone in their gorgeous Grammy outfits!
Speaking of glitter (nice transition there), I finally got my mother's ring fixed. My Mom has been gone for five years and she left me this lovely ring. It needed some repair work, so I had it in a drawer for all this time. I wasn't sure if it was really my style - it's a bit fancy for everyday (19 diamonds and 5 emeralds-sheesh. Mom was on a splurge that day!), but now that I've worn it for a while, it's definitely growing on me.

While I was at it, I also fixed this ring that my Dad gave me about a hundred years ago. The main emerald was cracked and needed replacing. Like emeralds much? Yeah, I guess. It's not my birthstone or anything, but I think I just like the crispness of the green emeralds and the white diamonds. Both my kitchen and my bedroom are in greens and whites too.
PS: Like the cut on my finger? I'm the only person I know who injures herself while eating at Red Lobster - I was eating my crab legs and I nailed myself!

Speaking of Red Lobster - the reason we were there is that Matt took us out to dinner with his first "real" paycheck. He said that he wanted to say Thank You for us pushing him to get through school and get his certification as a Medical Assistant. That was really special for me because it isn't often that kids take the time to say thanks to their parents.
Speaking of kids - Blake's Scout troop is so funny. Every week they pick a word and each Patrol has about 2 minutes to make up a little cheer centered around that word. This week, the word was Peanut. Here is the cheer that Blake's Patrol came up with.
"Blake's brain is the size of a peanut. Blake eats peanuts. Therefore Blake eats his brain every day."
You had a be there. Goofy kids!
Speaking of kids - I'm having a fight with my church. Well, more like a polite disagreement. We have been waiting for MONTHS for a new Youth Pastor. They announced on Sunday that they were interviewing people for the position, but due to budget cuts, they had cut the position back from 20 to 6 - 8 hours a week.
WhatTheFrack????
I don't think so. You have a church membership of almost 300 families and I don't know how many kids and they think that having someone in there for just a couple of hours a week is going to be all they need for the Jr. High, High School & College kids. Uh no, ain't gonna fly.
Actually I was really upset and I feel this is a real deal-breaker for me. After 12 years, this is the first time I've considered moving to another church. The one where Blake's Scout troop meets has a fantastic youth program and it's very hard to sit there and know that he could just walk in the door and be all set, when you're looking at our church doing such a poor job at it.
So, I wrote a long, very heartfelt letter to the church elders and asked them to reconsider. I know money is tight, but I also know that you always manage to find money for what's important and to me the kids are the most important part of a church. So we'll see.
Final note - at work I was going through some really old E-mails today. I mean really old - back from 2002 (yeah, I'm a pack rat that way). It was so interesting to see a snapshot of my life back then. The Olympics were on and I was doing my Volunteer thing with the Mascot program. It was like going through a time capsule.
I was still selling stuff on Ebay. Matt was in Jr. High and I was fighting with his teachers, Blake was just going into Kindergarten. My Mom was just starting to get sick and my best friend was still alive. It was just interesting to go through old messages from her and think about how much I still miss her. Eight years doesn't seem like a lot, but things have changed a lot since then.


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