I like that "kiddo talent shows" have become a fairly regular occurrence in our little house.
Park City Utah
4 years ago
Now why would plain walls be exciting? Because I no longer have creepy red paint writing on them from the color I tested back in August, then changed my mind about, but not before I wrote "I Love the Kiddos" to be funny. And you know what? It wasn't funny. It was creepy. And even after all these months, it still scared me when I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, half asleep, in the middle of the night.
So today, I am thankful for crossing things off my to do list. And clean walls. And a good night's sleep in a room that doesn't look like part of a horror movie set.

For a reason most of you know, I have been on an extremely restricted diet for the last two weeks. I am not normally what I would call obsessed with food, but after the first week, glorious junk food was all I could think about. I dreamed about tall, icy glasses full of Coca Cola. But I stayed strong and resisted the temptations. As of yesterday at 1.34pm, however, all bets were off and I could feed my obsession. I won't tell you how many glasses I have had since then as it might cause you to worry for my health, but for today at least, let the Coca Cola flow.
This is the first time as an adult (yes, even I laugh at referring to myself as an adult) that I have lived near enough to my family to see them on a regular basis. And I have to say... I like it. It helps that my family is a pretty weird bunch, and you're always guaranteed a laugh.
About a year ago, someone who shall remain nameless (his name reminds with mavin) pulled a little too far into my driveway and dinged the garage door a little bit. At first, I didn't even really notice, but over time, it started to pull the door of it's track. The terrible noise it made as it was trying to open and close with wheels off the track had gotten progressively louder and louder until yesterday, when it pretty much just stopped working. You can imagine how that might have been a problem as little Alice was inside. Alice is my car, in case you were wondering. My girl is not named Alice and even if she was, I wouldn't keep her in the garage. Well, unless she was throwing a fit in the car, refusing to get out, then I would walk inside and leave her there. But don't worry, my girl can work all the doors to get out on her own. Little Alice is not so lucky. Oh, my, how I love that girl.
However, after today's lunch, well... I might need to modify that statement a little. I still really, really like my new lunch companion, but I could do without the noxious fumes that invaded today's lunch. I'll let the little man take it from here.