Tuesday, July 04, 2006

4th of July Day

A one Mr Scott McFarlane had said he would post about how much he is missing me, but as we all can see, this has not happened. Shame on a one Mr Scott McFarlane. ;)

Well, I am here, in the U S of A, and it just happens to be the 4th of July. In about 3 hours we'll be heading off for a 'family get-together' consisting of mostly people I don't know. I don't even think there will be any cheese dip. Hmph.

I'm tired. Stayed up too late last night, visiting with Amanda.

I've done a bit of shopping. Yet haven't bought a single item of clothing. Well, except something I got for Scott. I have, however, bought some fairly useful things. And I'm learning to crochet. And by learning I mean I bought a book about how to crochet. We'll see.

My parents are laying hardwood floors right now so the place is a tip. And my parents are being boring. It should be done soon, though, so I'll get some good time in with them after.

Devon's baby is marvelous. Ella is magnificently gorgeous. And tiny. At least according to me. Apparently she's a 'big' baby. Whatever. She's the size of a seed. Devon and Robert are doing well, too. It's been good to see them.

And the redneck wedding? (What, did I not mention my brother's wedding was such?) Was actually a lot of fun. Not anything like anything I would ever do in my life, but fun. Shotguns, beer, overalls and a unity rocket, it was a good time.

The heat, however, not so good a time. I'm gonna die. I must officially not be Arkansan anymore. I'm seriously dying here. DYING. Who thought this kinda heat was a good idea? (I think the answer might be God so I'll just leave it at that.)

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