My mantra of the year Create, Connect, Comment also went out the window. I didn’t create anything except mess as my writing was on hold. I only connected with my family, to whom I’m already well-connected. I didn’t comment on blogs, though I was able to make some snarky verbal comments about McCain but I don’t think that counts.
In fact, on the commenting, I feel like I owe my blog-friends an apology and/or an explanation. At work, I can read book blogs so I have been reading but it pushes the limits to submit comments. I swear to myself each work day that I will go home and comment then, but I also swear to myself that I’ll resist the Call of the Oreos and that never pans out either. I’m hoping with the structure of the school year that I’ll get a better system going for this commenting thing. Stay tuned.
So I didn’t meet any particular goals, but I think we did all right for ourselves this summer.
- Six pairs of jeans purchased at discount at Ross
- Five nieces and nephews tickled and kissed
- Four trips to Virginia Beach, including lots o’ niece time
- Four weeks of the teen library play for seventh grader
- Four meetings of Girl Scouts summer book club
- Three nylon Prada handbags purchased on eBay
- Two weeks of drama camp for both girls
- Two yard sales for charity
- Two long bike rides in the park
- One Obama meeting, and hand-shaking
- One stunning fireworks display at the beach
- One trip to Lake Anna, including a trial run of the kayak
- One huge yard sale haul of designer clothes at $2 a bag
- One expedition to Six Flags, including water park experience
- One fish pedicure with bonus daughter bonding
- One exploration of Willoughby Bay, Norfolk, Virginia
Today I sent my seventh grader to, well... seventh grade at the scary middle school. Scary in that the school is huge. Bill and I hid behind my car to watch her get on the bus. It was like she was going to kindergarten for the first time except without the crying.
Okay, maybe I cried a little.