Somehow this layout does seem to flow better. Thanks for all the feedback on my little experiment.
High: I kicked ass at work today.
Low: Calvin will be gone for Valentine's Day.
Willing the oven to cook my Soon To Be World Famous Enchiladas faster.
I was too busy to grin today.
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
Cuz I can't help
Falling in love with you
We went to the Ren Fest.
Who I Read
February 12, 2002
Changed my mind.
Didn't somebody once say that it's a woman's perogative to change her mind? Well here you have it. I got some feedback that the other design wasn't working out so well, so I changed things around again. I could say that it was a labor of love, a trial that I performed just because I care, but the truth is that I actually like futzing around with this stuff. Not enough to change everything around on a routine basis, though.
Michael's a dork.
I guess I have to qualify that with a reason, don't I? Okay, so at Christmas Michael made flight arrangements to get home, and swore me to secrecy. He wanted to surprise everyone. Of course, during the two weeks leading up to his departure he proceeded to tell pretty much everyone that he was coming home. So much for secrecy.
Fast forward to this month. Michael decided he wanted to come home for the long President's Day weekend. So, we helped him make flight arrangements. He again swore us to secrecy. We confirmed with him that he was indeed going to surprise everyone this time, and not tell the whole world again like he did last time. He assured us that mum's the word.
Calvin's sister K called yesterday, asking if she could have us all over for dinner this weekend since Michael's coming home. I asked her how she knew about it, and she said "Oh, Michael called me last weekend!"
Word to the wise, don't ever give Michael a secret to keep. He apparently can't take the pressure. Heh.
Oh, heck, he's just all excited that he's coming home. I suspect the primary reason is because he wants to see his girlfriend (understandable), but he's eager to see the family, too. And see all the changes we've made around the house. I sent him a printout of this entry and this entry to keep him up to date on stuff. To quote Michael - "You guys suck." I guess barracks life is not preferable to being home.
Well, poop. Calvin's going to be up north on Thursday, where he'll spend the night and not come home until Friday. There goes Valentine's Day. He, when I pointed this out to him, responded in typical boy fashion - "So what? It's just Valentine's Day. We're not doing anything, are we?"
Well, no, not as such. But I'd like to do something. I can't really complain, since every day around here is like Valentine's Day (Readers: "Gag." Laura: "Hush, you."). And I did tell him that I didn't mind...
What is it about women that they want their men to be mind readers? A man will ask a direct question, and we'll answer it the direct opposite of what we really mean, hoping they'll get the point that they should know without asking. To be sure, a boy should know that a girl would pretty much mind just kind of "skipping" Valentine's Day. But the girl should say she minds if she's directly asked.
They change their minds, they don't mean what they say...