Tomorrow is already March. Can you believe it? Tomorrow is the first day of the month that my youngest nephew turns 2 (eek!) and my husband turns 30.
March is finally the arrival of spring. It's the month I will (hopefully) be able to start working in a classroom. It will be a short month away from our first anniversary (holy crap!).
So I'm going to go stitch and sew the day away on this final day of February. I may do it on the porch just for the sake of the sun that's out today.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday Photo
It's been sunny here for the past few days. I like it, but I'm also waiting for the rain we're supposed to have. Anyway, all this sunshine has me thinking of spring. My mom is quite the gardener. She always has flowers ready to go as soon as she's able to start in her yard. Last year, Tad was her little helper. He helped with the planting, and of course played in the dirt.
So thinking of spring coming, thought today's picture would be perfect.

So thinking of spring coming, thought today's picture would be perfect.

Nevermind that the kid's hair is a little shaggy here, look at those little hands. And that sky up behind him. I'm proud to say I took this one. This was last spring in mom's front yard. I look forward to bringing him over for more yard work this spring.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
American Idol - Second Elimination
I really don't feel like sitting through more of the show tonight. There's far too much filler for me right now. Thankfully Comcast gets those results out early. They stick with Eastern time so I don't have to suffer the strange and ridiculous comments of the judges. So, want to know who the three are?
Adam Lambert is through (I totally called that one). Allison is through (I totally called that one too). And Kris Allen is through.
Wait, what? Yeah, for those of you who found him forgettable, he's the one who sang Man in the Mirror last night. I don't know how he got so many votes. I wonder what the difference was between him and the fourth highest...
Anywho, let's gear up for next week now. I hope they aren't a massive disappointment.
Adam Lambert is through (I totally called that one). Allison is through (I totally called that one too). And Kris Allen is through.
Wait, what? Yeah, for those of you who found him forgettable, he's the one who sang Man in the Mirror last night. I don't know how he got so many votes. I wonder what the difference was between him and the fourth highest...
Anywho, let's gear up for next week now. I hope they aren't a massive disappointment.
Four Posts???
Yes, this is my fourth post today. But I found another of those trailer mashups like the Toy Story ones I found a while ago.
I give you Watchmen... the Futurama edition.
Who makes these? I want to name my firstborn after him or her.
I give you Watchmen... the Futurama edition.
Who makes these? I want to name my firstborn after him or her.
Maybe...
... just maybe the universe doesn't hate me.
I finally got an email confirming...
THAT I AM A CREDENTIALED TEACHER IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA.
It's not quite as exciting as I was imagining, I don't even get a paper copy, just a link to my online copy (printable). But I'm officially done. No more waiting on the state to give me everything I need for my job.
No celebrations or anything, it's not quite the same as a graduation, therefore I don't think a party is justified. Maybe if I'm lucky hubby will get me flowers though.
I finally got an email confirming...
THAT I AM A CREDENTIALED TEACHER IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA.
It's not quite as exciting as I was imagining, I don't even get a paper copy, just a link to my online copy (printable). But I'm officially done. No more waiting on the state to give me everything I need for my job.
No celebrations or anything, it's not quite the same as a graduation, therefore I don't think a party is justified. Maybe if I'm lucky hubby will get me flowers though.
The Universe Hates Me
NKOTB tickets go on sale tomorrow. I can afford one. Now I just need to get mom to go with me since NO ONE else will.
No Doubt goes on sale in one week. I can possibly afford that one also. And I even have people to go with. Yay!
And today I find out that DAVE MATTHEWS BAND is coming to town. And tickets go on sale in two weeks.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! I've only wanted to see them since high school! And there's no way I can afford three concert tickets in three weeks!!! Not to mention hubby wouldn't enjoy going with me so I am officially dateless for that one.
Thanks universe. You're a big fat jerk.
No Doubt goes on sale in one week. I can possibly afford that one also. And I even have people to go with. Yay!
And today I find out that DAVE MATTHEWS BAND is coming to town. And tickets go on sale in two weeks.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! I've only wanted to see them since high school! And there's no way I can afford three concert tickets in three weeks!!! Not to mention hubby wouldn't enjoy going with me so I am officially dateless for that one.
Thanks universe. You're a big fat jerk.
The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham
Just some thoughts on Lost last night.
- Hubby took less than two seconds to guess who the "mystery person" was at the very beginning of the show. "It's Locke." Then BAM! It is.
- Dude, when did Walt become a MAN?! Hubby uttered a "holy (insert naughty-word)" at the sight of him.
- Hurley is great. Thinking he was seeing Locke because he was dead and asking the nurse if he was talking to a guy in a wheelchair. Classic Hurley.
- It's just weird seeing Locke in his wheelchair.
- I'm sad for John at Helen's grave. I knew nothing good could have happened to her.
- Jeebus Ben is a weasel. I hate that he's the one who killed Locke.
- I really have no clue who to trust in the Ben vs. Widmore thing. But with Ben killing John once he got what he wanted for him I'm going to side with Widmore.
So much more on my mind about the episode, but it's just hard to put some of it into words. I welcome your comments. Unless of course you're a snarky smarty-pants like the random commenter last time. I'll delete you if I feel like you're being a jerk.
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