You guys, this will be my 718 post. Good lord, what I am talking about on this blog that requires 718 posts?
Since this is such a momentous occasion, I should probably blog about important stuff. Here we go...
I gave a presentation at work yesterday. The main feature of this presentation was chocolate-peanut butter rice krispy treats. Made by my dad. YES.
It bothers me that I don't know geographically where Syria is. I don't even know the names of most of the towns in the county I live in. What does that say about me?
I can't tell the political mood of the country anymore. There are moments when I think (and hope!) we are swinging right and then moments (umm..the VMA's) when I think we are on a one way train to left land.
I need to give up the ginger ale.
I've got Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah on repeat track in my office. I am writing this one minute and finishing evals the other.
I went to bed last night at 8 pm. 8 pm, people.
I wish I could have brought the kids to the 50th anniversary of the March on DC. Except, it seems like conservatives weren't really invited. Not sure how Dr. King would feel about that.
Speaking of Martin Luther, one of my life goals is to tape my complaints about the LDS church to the same church doors that Martin Luther nailed his 99 Theses. Like "I want 2 hours, not 3" and " Bring back refreshments after baptisms".
This time next week Danielle will be in Paris. And I will be rummaging through her house, taking stuff that I want.