Like a thief in the night…

So I was tinkering around on the internet, and I ran across a particular post that my lovely friend Sleepyjane wrote entitled: “Relationships stink sometimes”. I read it and I thought to myself…Oh my gosh, my relationship stinks too! Not so much in the literal sense that SJ was meaning (eww morning breath) but in a sense of some of the “stinky” things that have happened to me & Mr. Nascar lately.

So I bring you Top Ten Thursday…told you I was a thief!

The top 10 reasons my relationship stinks: 

1. I am dating a prisoner

2. I have been without sex for 7+ months. That’s a HUGE dry spell!

3. I am dating a convicted felon

4. I am dating someone that is housed 355 miles from me. It’s 12 hours round trip to drive out and see him.

5. Mr. Nascar snores!

6. He is a total bed hog.

7. He adores my child and will promptly commence spoiling her rotten the minute he gets released

8. He loves American Idol, Football, and Nascar. I do not. Need I say more?

9. He’s never been married, and I’m terrified that he’s going to ask me one day.

and the #10 reason that my relationship sucks…is because we are separated, and have been separated for 7 very long months. I miss him, with all my heart, and pray each night that this is all over with and finished soon.

 

I love to laugh…ha ha ha ha

I love to laugh. Often, movies that are supposed to be “funny” don’t actually make me laugh. Sometimes I’ll chuckle at the appropriate time, especially if it’s a part that involves someone getting hurt (I know, I’m bad), but I never feel satisfied. The best kinds of laughs for me are the ones that I get from the real people I interact with on a daily basis. The moments where you laugh so hard you think you’ll never stop, and then each time you think about the incident you almost can’t help laughing again. Each time this has happened to me, it’s been so unexpected, especially the times it’s Bert© that has cracked me up. My child can really come up with some good ones. I had one such incident with a coworker yesterday, and I have revelled in repeating the conversation. The first two times I repeated it, I could barely get through it without laughing. So without further ado, here are a few conversations recently that I have found very funny.

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up Bert©?
B: A mommy, just like you.
Me: Oh now that’s sweet. How many kids do you want to have?
B: One, a girl.
Me: Well, honey. There’s no guarantee you’ll have a girl. You might have a boy.
B: No, I’m going to have a girl.
Me: Ok. What would you name your daughter?
B: Cheesy Wheezy.

The other day I went over to Mr.Nascar’s house. I knew he wasn’t going to be home, but his roommate Big D was. Mr.Nascar told me just to go ahead and let myself in (as we’ve exchanged keys) but I’m still not comfortable doing that yet. I arrived and knocked on the door. As I waited, I was listening for the sound of footsteps, but heard nothing. I got out my phone, thinking to call the house phone and ask Big D to let me in, but figured I’d just try knocking again. I rapped on the door again and waited. I heard an interior door open and close, and footsteps coming toward the back door. The door knob twisted, and the door was pulled forcefully inward. Big D took a giant step backward and yelled out “SHHHHHIIIT!!!” I jumped a bit as that was not the reaction I was expecting. “Damn girl, you scared the shit out of me.” he said, his hand resting over his heart. I started to giggle. “I’m sorry, I knocked, I swear I did. I thought you heard me and were coming to let me in.” I laughed all the way through the house, and each time I even thought of the encounter. His reaction was priceless.

There’s a guy that I work with, he reminds me way too much of my ex-husband so I try to keep my distance. Anyway, one day we had ice cream at work, and I over heard his random conversation between him and his cube mate Slacker.
The Big Cajun: So my friend, his last name is Hammer…so I was telling him that when he has kids, he should name his son Jack. You know…Jack Hammer…get it?
Slacker: Hehe, that’s funny. What if he named his kid Sledge? Then he’d be Sledge Hammer!
The Big Cajun: Ya, ya. Or what about Michael Clayton?
Me: Huh?
The Big Cajun: Cause if he went by his initials, he’d be MC Hammer!
I couldn’t help myself, I just had to laugh.

Now yesterday, I was standing with TBC & Slacker discussing my upcoming trip to Canada.
Me: I can’t wait. I leave in a little less than a month to go to Canada.
TBC: I’d love to go to Canada one day.
Slacker: Me too. I’d like to travel to a foreign country.
Me: *Puzzled* You consider Canada a foreign country? It’s very similar to the US. Just with less people.
TBC: Ya, I’ve heard there are like only 3 major cities in Canada.
Me: Yep, that’s pretty much it. There’s less than 40 million people in the whole country. It works out to like 2 people per square kilometre.
TBC: *Gets this dreamy look on his face* Do you know what they have a lot of in Canada?
Me: Canadians?
TBC: And they come in lots of flavors too!
Me: *Slacker and I are both looking at each other like we think TBC is crazy and then burst out laughing* What are you talking about? You so lost me back there.
TBC: Beer…what did you think I was talking about?
Slacker and I started laughing so hard and explained what we were cracking up about. TBC said he didn’t hear me answer him saying that Canada must be filled with Canadians. This morning when I got to work, I asked him what flavor of Canadian he had for dinner last night. That got everyone chuckling all over again.

Me, Mr.Nascar & Bert© were having icecream one evening. It was freezing inside the shop, and I wanted to get back outside where it was warm.
Me: Hurry up, honey and finish your icecream. It’s cold in here.
B: Ok mommy. Less talkie, more lickie.
Mr.N: *Starts laughing*

Well everyone, that’s all I’ve got for now. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll write about how much I suck at bowling, and my brand new bowling shoes. Or maybe I’ll blog about our ill-fated trip to the zoo. Or maybe I’ll finally write about my trip to Phoenix back in March!! I guess you’ll have to tune in tomorrow for “The adventures of Webmiss & Bert©”

My daughter…the fashion disaster.

In an effort to assert her personality, Bert© has been picking out her own clothes. She’s been dressing herself for over a year now, but only recently has insisted on putting together the entire ensemble herself. Every morning is like a “choose your own adventure”novel. Will she pick the pink corduroys with the bright yellow Hannah Montana T-shirt, or go more conservative with purple plaid skirt and bright UT orange sweatshirt? Like I said, every day there’s something exciting going on at Casa de Webmiss.

 This morning I was more perplexed than normal about Bert©’s couture du jour as it was…well it would probably just be best if I showed you.

I immediately said to her, “Sweetie, your shirt doesn’t match or compliment your pants.” Inside I was mentally smiling and already envisioning this post.
Her response was: “That’s ok, I like it this way.”
I rolled my eyes but figured, what the hell. Half the time I cannot manage to brush the child’s hair before she heads out to door for school, this is just par for the course.

Then she decided to add to the outfit and left the house looking like this:

That truly is her “But Mommy” face. She almost looks like she’s going to start crying. Mean old mommy. Imagine wanting your child to be dressed decently when they leave the house. What could I be thinking?

I love my daughter dearly, but she really has something to learn about dressing for success. Although she did get the idea that a blazer makes the woman, or girl-child in this case.

Go forth darling daughter. I’m so proud of you for being an individual, even though I’m cringing deep inside.

Omens, superstitions, & lotteries.

On the very last day of 2007, Hailey and I decided to go for a nice long walk after breakfast. We walked down to our local Shoney’s restaurant, across the street to the bank, down the road to Kmart, and back home. Now, I’m not one to put much stock in omens and such, but what could it possibly mean that on the last day of the year, a lovely little bird sh*t right on the top of my head?? Should I be glad that it happened at the end of 2007, perhaps signaling the end of a sh*tty year and the end to a very long run of bad luck? Should I be glad that it didn’t happen on New Years day, the first day of 2008 as it would have been a sign of things to come? Or should I just be glad I wasn’t looking up to the sky with my mouth wide open? lolOn New Years Eve, Hailey and I spent the night at my friend Beth’s house. I had planned to pay Beth’s daughter $5 for watching Hailey while I went out for a date. Yes folks, you heard that correctly. I. Had. A. Date. The date was scheduled with Tony (Mr. Nascar) and we were going to meet for dinner, and if things clicked we’d go do something else. That is until Tony called to say he wasn’t feeling well, and would have to pass on our date. You’d think that me being the one with the child, I’d be a bit unreliable. Calling to say the babysitter couldn’t make it or some such thing, but no! He’s been the one to cancel twice in a row on me. I thanked him for letting me know, and appreciated that he wasn’t taking the chance of making me sick as well and packed up to head over to Beth’s. She called on the way there and asked if I’d pick up the mixings for strawberry daiquiri’s. Yum! Hailey and I arrived for our slumber party and promptly chowed down for dinner. I love a particular brand of frozen pizza that’s not delivery! I talked the girls into putting on their pajamas, made them a couple of virgin daiquiris, made Beth and I some not so virgin ones, and sat down to a rousing 3 hour game of Monopoly. Hailey, despite being 4 and never having played the game before, managed to beat the pants off the rest of us. We took a break and Uncle Frank came over. Uncle Frank is not related to anyone, but is a close friend of Beth & her husband. He was conned into playing Candyland with the girls, who took wicked delight in stomping him back to the beginning of the path through Candyland. We wrapped everything up just before midnight and I broke out the hats and the cheap plastic horns for the girls. We counted down as the ball dropped in NY. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1….HOOT!! The girls were blowing those horns at the top of their lungs. The cat jumped up off the couch and flew from the room. I let them go outside to scream “Happy New Year” and blow their horns for the neighbors. Uncle Frank let off a few fireworks and then we all went to bed around 1am.

On New Years day, we got a late start. I think Hailey woke me up about 9am. Beth made everyone breakfast, we bummed around and watched some football. Around noon we got all bundled up and went to downtown Knoxville for some outdoor ice skating. Oh my did we have fun! Hailey was very hesitant on the ice and stayed glued to my side. I had taken lessons as a child so I’m at least able to stay upright. A few times she fell, but she just laughed and got right back up again. We had hot chocolate and a cookie before heading home. It was a fantastic day. Unfortunately spending 90 minutes hunched over to help Hailey skate has done nothing for my back. I’m one big ball of painful vertebrae right now!

We headed home to Beth’s house as she was making a “traditional” New Years dinner. This consisted of Ham, black eyed peas, mustard greens, mashed potatoes, corn & yeast rolls. I guess the superstitious people believe that black eyed peas bring good luck for the coming year, greens (usually collard) bring health, and having money in your pocket will bring wealth. I am not a superstitious person, so I just sat back and enjoyed the meal. Is anyone else superstitious enough to partake in this type of notion? Regardless, dinner was delicious and I was stuffed by the end. Beth and I sat down to watch a Christmas movie that she had recorded for me…something about a Diva with Vanessa Williams in it. I grabbed a penny and started in on the scratch tickets I had bought that afternoon. I had about $8 in cash in my wallet so I nipped to the gas station and bought 8 $1 scratch lottery tickets. I think I was on #3 or 4 when I won! $50 no less! That’s not a half bad return on my investment. I was good…instead of buying more tickets and trying to win more money, I cashed it in and bought a few groceries.

So that is how 2007 and 2008 began for me. I’m hoping that this year is relatively mellow…no moves, lay offs, relationship troubles, etc. I would like just a nice, easy, happy year.

Hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year. I wish you all the best in 2008!

Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling “Yoo-hoo”.

It snowed today. It was magnificent. There was no accumulation, as the ground is too warm. All the better since I had a nice long drive home from dropping Hailey off at my mother’s house this weekend. She is on break from school until Jan 2, so during the week, I will be sans kid-let. I am torn between emotions. On one hand, I LOVE the peace and quiet. No 10,000 questions, no arguing, no whining, and best of all…no crying. On the other hand, I LOATHE the peace and quiet. It gives me much too much time to think. I hate sitting in my apartment with the stupid Christmas lights going, and the stupid tree rotating, and not having Hailey here to enjoy it with me. I’ll miss asking her how her day was, and getting plenty of hugs and kisses. I think I’m more bummed than I’m excited. The evenings will seem much longer without her.

Ok, so you might all have been asking yourself: “Webmiss, the other day we came to your blog and found it locked! What gives?” Well, we had a little scare the other weekend at Casa Webmiss. Jeff flew in to spend the weekend with me on November 30th. At some point (the details are a little fuzzy now) we were laying in bed talking. I happened to make an off hand comment about how I should “write this down”. It was either in reference to something he said, or something he had done. Jeff got this panicked look on his face and started quizzing me about having a blog. I lied through my teeth fibbed that I did not have a public online blog, I just had a good old fashioned paper journal. I abhor liars, and damnit I just made one of myself. When Jeff left the following Monday (December 3) I was sitting at home on my computer and literally started to panic. I could just imagine him sitting at home, googling place names and email phrases and coming across my blog. I hopped online and started password protecting any of the posts that mentioned his name. Then I realized that a lot of the day to day stuff that I post could give me away too. I’ve tried to be careful with names of the people I know, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually named the company I work for, but details like my trip to Michigan, etc would give me away in a heartbeat. I decided that the best thing to do would be to make the entire blog private. I know that if he searches via google, it will still show up as a cached page, but there is nothing I can do about that. I probably shouldn’t have been blogging about Jeff in the first place, I’m sure he would see it as an invasion of privacy that I wrote specific details here in my blogosphere. I received several emails asking me what was going on. I lamented to Yankeechick that I didn’t know how to allow access to the site. Bless the woman as she sent me an email with detailed instructions on how to allow people to see my blog. Unfortunately, you have to have a wordpress account in order to see my site. That part kinda stinks. I tried to add everyone I can think of, but if someone has been forgotten please email me at webmiss1981@yahoo.comand I’ll see what I can do. So far Jeff hasn’t confronted me with the knowledge that he has possibly found my diary/journal/blog/etc and I hope that he doesn’t. I NEED this outlet. There are people in my life, people that I call friends who cannot shut up about themselves for 15 minutes just to listen to what I have to say. I am supposed to be there for them, to listen and be supportive, but I find I lack people in my life willing to reciprocate those qualities for me. This blog is my place. It’s the only way that I feel that I can truly empty my head and my heart of everything that I am thinking and feeling. I have been so incredibly confused lately, but I have not made the time to write about it. Maybe if I did, things would be a little clearer and I might actually be able to work through some things.

I just feel like crying right now. I’m sure more out of frustration than anything else. I just don’t know what steps I want to take next. Do I go back to school? Do I move somewhere else? Do I just stay stuck here in TN always?

Things on the dating front are pissing me off big time. There are two men that I have been corresponding with via email since I originally posted my ad. Tony is 41 and owns his own small moving business. John is 33 and works for a company here in TN that basically sells boys toys (jet ski’s, motorcycles, boats, and the like). Just prior to Thanksgiving I made back to back dates with both of these guys, and on the days that we were supposed to meet for lunch, both of them called to cancel. I emailed them both again to see if they were still interested and wanted to reschedule. Tony never replied, John did. I asked John if he wanted to arrange something for Friday night 12/7 after work. He said that would be great. I found out that I would be working some overtime that Friday/Saturday so I asked if we could switch to this Thursday 12/13 as I had the day off and could travel to meet him for lunch. He said that would be great, he’d pick a place and a time. Come the Tuesday of that week and I haven’t heard from him, so I email him to confirm plans. He never emailed back. I absolutely hate unreliable people. Mike was an unreliable person and we all know how well that’s worked out. So I figure that John’s had his 2 chances and I’ll need to just chalk that one up as a no-go.

In the meantime, Doug has responded to my ad. Doug started things off on the wrong foot by spelling my name wrong. I have to say, if it says my name in the header of my email, and I sign my email with my name…there shouldn’t be a problem in addressing an email to me correctly. I am proud of my name, and I feel that it is a sign of disrespect when someone misspells or incorrectly pronounces my name. Perhaps that’s anal retentive of me, but what can I say? A persons ability to portray theirself in written word holds great weight with me. So I emailed Doug a brief email back, and then he replied. This time though, my name was spelt correctly. He told me a little about himself, and asked me a few questions. He ended the email with “We have a large age difference, Candice. How do you feel about that?” Doug is 51. I kind of felt like saying something smart assed, but decided against it. I tried to explain that I am an old woman trapped in a young woman’s body, without sounding preachy or like I was making it up. It’s true, I’m 26 but don’t act/talk or present myself in a manner that would suggest so. Most people think I’m in my late 30’s. I ended my email with “I suppose I should throw that question back at you. We have a large age difference, Doug. How do you feel about that?” I’ve not heard from him since LOL.

Tony emailed me back, just today. “hey girl whats up? call me today if you can and we will talk about meeting. i’ve lost the e-mail with your # sorry. i’ve been pretty busy the past couple of weeks. hope to hear from you.” He included two phone numbers with which to reach him. I will probably call him tomorrow as I have an intense headache right now, and really wanted to spend the evening blogging and reading blogs. So far, I’d say that my adventures in dating have turned out to be rather disastrous. I’ve not mentioned to anyone in my real life that I’ve posted an ad on craigslist. I didn’t even mention it to Jeff, although he’s been encouraging me to date *rolls eyes*

Oh, and remember Adam from the plane? I never heard back from the last email that I sent him back in October, so I shot him off one more to see what the status of things was. Here’s the reply: “Hey! Sorry about that. It has been crazy since the last time I talked to you…..well typed to you that is. I did have a really good Thanksgiving. The best I’ve ever had. How was yours? Are you ready for Christmas? I’ve got most of my shopping complete except for a couple of people. I met someone back in October and we’ve hit it off really well. So of course I’m going to buy her all kinds of gifts for Christmas. She deserves it. How’s work going? Still enjoying your position? Have you done any more traveling? Well, I’m at work so I better get off here before I get my ears chewed off. Great to hear from you agian. I’ll talk to you later.” So while I thought that we had made a little connection there, I guess I wasn’t as unforgettable as I thought. I wonder if this has anything to do with all those lucky chain letters that I’ve never passed on, or that mirror I broke last year?

Hopefully I’ll blog again before oh New Year’s perhaps I still have much to update on.

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Santa Claus is coming to town

I am finally feeling better, thank you to everyone who posted to me with well wishes. It took about a week but I can finally talk again. I still feel like I could take a nap everyday, but I am back to my old cheerful self again. I have been browsing around on the web checking out blogs, but I have not felt much like posting lately.

Sleepyjane posted the other day about Christmas. Less than two months until it’s the holidays again. Where has this year gone? I am not nearly excited about Christmas as I used to be. I believe I commented in Sleepyjane’s post that Christmas was ruined for me the year my mother faked Christmas dinner. I’m sure that is part of it, as I was appalled that she would do such a thing. The other fact is, two years ago, after what I was told was the perfect Christmas, Mike walked out the door and a week later informed me that we were getting divorced.

But I digress, let me explain the details behind the Great Fake Christmas of 2006. I love to cook. What I enjoy even more is cooking for other people. So for Thanksgiving that year I invited the family over to my house and went all out. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, carrots, green beans, and a homemade pumpkin pie with homemade whipped cream. It was a beautiful thing and took me the better part of two days (as I started the Wednesday before Thanksgiving) to create and probably only 30 minutes for the family to destroy. Either way, I loved every minute of it. At the end of the meal we were talking about what to do for Christmas dinner and my mom said that she would host and cook so I didn’t have to do it again. We were going to have a brown sugar, spiral cut ham. Oh my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

 Fast forward to Christmas that year. My mom’s house looked spectacular, she’d sewed a new table runner, made a flower arrangement and had made us these neat cranberry spritzers as before dinner drinks. Everything was in the oven and I was helping her set the table. We all sat down to eat, and it was pretty good. Not great, as my mom hasn’t ever been a fantastic cook, but she did the best she could. I learned to cook from my grandma Margaret, which I am thankful for every day. We sat around the table talking a little bit and letting all our food settle down before cleaning up. My brother, Steve and my step-father retired to the livingroom to watch TV while mom and I cleaned up the kitchen. I was impressed as she did quite a bit of cleaning as she made dinner so there wasn’t much to do.

I went into the laundry room to scrape some scraps into the trash when I saw a white box. “What’s this?” I called out to my mother in the kitchen as I picked up the box. “Oh it’s nothing,” she said “I got something in the mail the other day.”

I turned the box over and that’s when I saw the little scan tag. It said “1 complete spiral ham dinner.”

“Mooooooooooom” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Did you buy a complete Christmas dinner?

“Of course dear, I bought all the ingredients.”

“No, I mean did you buy a whole, precooked dinner, the type that would come in this type of box?” I waved it accusingly under her nose.

“Umm…ahh” she didn’t know what to say.

I stormed into the livingroom with the evidence in my hand. “Look!” I demanded. All heads turned in my direction and the attention was on me. “Mom faked Christmas dinner. She reheated food that had already been made at Kroger and tried to pass it off as her own!”

My step-father gave me a patronizing smile. “We wanted to have a nice Christmas dinner without all the trouble and effort.”

I think Steve just shrugged. Food was food in his mind. I’m sure he was so full he’d cut the blood circulation off to his brain anyway.

 I’m pretty sure at this point I was hyperventilating, but thankfully had not started to cry. I was rather dramatic when I said “You have ruined Christmas dinner for me!” I stomped into the kitchen, put the box back where I found it, and sulked in the livingroom. “You weren’t meant to find the box, dear.” my mother kindly reminded me of her deception “If you weren’t snooping around you would never have known and would have enjoyed a perfectly lovely Christmas dinner.” I think I responded to that by sticking out my tongue and blowing her a raspberry.

So that’s the story. Christmas has never been the same since, and every year I remind my mother of it. I think my problem with the whole charade was that there was no effort put in. Isn’t that the point, in between the togetherness and the spirit of giving, that you put effort into your dinner because it’s a way of showing your loved ones that you care about them? Who knows, maybe I’m just upset because of the effort it took me to make Thanksgiving dinner, I felt short changed for Christmas dinner. Or maybe, deep down I’m just jealous that I didn’t think of it first!

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Who you calling “Oopid-Stay”?

My child doesn’t have an imaginary friend. Hailey has an imaginary horse, named Alias. Is that odd? I seem to think so, but have not discouraged her from letting Alias (please note this is a she-horsey) be a part of her life, or come along with us on excursions. My only stipulation is that Alias has her own money to pay for anything she wants while we’re out. Maybe that’s more odd than the fact that my daughter talks to an invisible horse! So far I’ve not sat on Alias, or walked into her. I have woken her up on the odd occasion when I am talking too loudly. Hailey is very quick to shush me and we sit quietly until she gives me the all clear that Alias has indeed fallen back asleep.

Today while I was folding laundry at the laundromat, and Hailey was attempting to entertain herself, I heard her exclaim “Who you calling Oopid-Stay?” I put down the shirt I was deliberately wrinkling folding and peeked around the row of washing machines to see who she was talking to. Hailey was sitting at the table, playing quietly by herself. I asked her who called her oopid-stay. Alias, she answered. I tried to explain to a four year old what pig latin is and that oopid-stay is really just another way to say stupid, and that was a bad word. So, for the rest of the day my child decided she wouldn’t say ‘oopid-stay’ she would say oopid-tree or oopid-car or oopid-bridge. I think you get the point. It’s kind of like Hailey’s idea of a knock knock joke. She has the parts down, be she doesn’t quite understand what makes the joke funny. Example: Knock knock. Who’s there? Meatball. Meatball who? Meatball who’s riding in the car. AHAHAHAHHAHAH I’m always assuming she’s referring to herself as the meatball, but perhaps she really means me. Anyway she finds this hysterical.

I have mentioned before that Hailey is now 4 years old. She has been talking a lot about death lately. Anyone who has or has had a 4 year old is welcome to chime in on this. Is this the normal age for this kind of thinking to start? We don’t know anyone who has died, yet Hailey will say “Mommy, I’d be sad if you died”. She occasionally talks about getting shot as well. She said to me just tonight as we watched a movie together “It would hurt if we got shot, right?” She’s not crying when she talks like this, and she doesn’t sound upset. It’s more like she’s just stating a fact. I’m not sure what to make of it, maybe this is just normal. I’d love some feedback if anyone feels like sharing.

One last thing about Hailey and then I’m finished. I went to Hobby-Lobby the other week just to scope things out. That was the first time I’d ever been in one and I didn’t know what to expect. They have a lot more than supplies for modelling-type hobbies. I was impressed. I wandered around while Hailey played with their train table. Eventually I found this:

I think this is the best educational toy I have ever bought for Hailey. She loves it. It’s the first thing she wants to play with when she comes home after school, and she’s actually learning about minutes and hours. She doesn’t have it down pat yet, but it’s a start. It’s all about learning isn’t it? She was so proud of herself for being able to read the word apple today. I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read so this learning experience is exciting for me too.

PS. Yes, Terri T. I do have a little countdown going. Just under 3 weeks until Jeff gets here. I’m having some doubts about that and hope to blog on that tomorrow. But thank you for reminding me that I do have something to look forward to!