1. I went to my 15 year highschool class reunion this weekend. No matter what anyone says, nothing can quite prepare you for a reunion. Seeing the ex-boyfriends and their wives. Seeing the old best friends. Seeing the old enemies. Seeing the people that you genuinely liked. And seeing the people that you genuinely didn't. Seeing people and pretending that you are thrilled beyond belief to be again breathing the same air with them, yet having no recollection at.all. as to who they are.
It's a bizarre thing, a reunion. Some people have changed...a lot. There was lots of weight gain. And lots of weight loss. Lots of...um...surgical enhancements. And lots of new tattoos and hair colors. And then there are some people who haven't changed a day since high school. Those are the ones I like....because I actually knew who they were!
I also feel very sorry for spouses at these kinds of things. How horribly terrible to be dragged along to a place where everyone is remembering stuff that happened 15 years ago, and you are struggling to just read a scrawled out sticky name-tag of someone that your wife or husband apparently has missed so much, but yet you've never even heard them mention before. Ever. The husband and I are super fortunate in this department. We graduated from the same highschool and in the same class, so we were spared the awkwardness of the spousal issue. Except we know too much of eachother's history with most of the people in the room...which is a whole other bowl of awkward.
All in all...it was a great time. It's always fun to dip back into history for a little bit. To reminisce and recollect and remember.
We got back home last night, and I just realized that as great as my history is...I'm desperately in love with my present. So good to be home.
2. In other news, we have an infestation problem. Of the dead variety. We pretty much fell into the bed late last night when we arrived home from the festivities, so it wasn't until this morning that I made the discoveries.
This was in my kitchen window.
And this was in my front yard.
I'm assuming Tweety sneaked in through the fireplace while we were gone and decided to commit suicide by way of ramming his head into the glass of the window.
And the carcass? That's just gross. And I'm not asking questions.
3. I looked at a calendar the other day and realized that summer is almost over. And that I haven't done the foggiest thing to prepare for the upcoming school year. I've been hearing of how my fellow homeschool moms are ordering this and that, and preparing thus and so, and even setting start dates for their broods. I don't have any excuses other than I just don't want to think about it yet. And I'm thinking that it is still going to be awhile before I seriously think about it again. Because I'm just not ready.
4. I'm not sure why we invest money in video game systems and other pricey entertainment devices for the children. The boys have happened upon the wonder of a $2.99 package of plastic Solo cups. I've been handling this buying toys thing all wrong. Never underestimate the power of paper products.
5. I am on a mission this week to see how long I can postpone a much needed trip to the grocery store. The fact that the husband is out of deodorant, and that I just fed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch may indicate that I need to go sooner than later. But still....I've never backed down from a challenge.
And with that....