I think therefore I win.

I was talking to my sister Rylee yesterday about hair school. Here is our conversation:

Me: "How is school going?"
Her: "I LOVE it. I'm at the top of my class."
Me: "Wow! That's great, Ry! What decides class rankings?"
Her: "I do."

Let's hear it for positive thinking!

Fleeting thoughts

I've been missing my long hair lately. My blow dryer hasn't though.

Somehow I got roped into being on the HOA board. I'm the secretary, and all I will do is take minutes and listen to a bunch of old retired men complain about the college ruffians and their loud cars and unkempt lawns. It's amusing for about an hour, and then it gets annoying.

I tried to watch a replay of olympic speedwalking, but I couldn't. It's just unnatural.

I kind of miss school, surprisingly. Especially writing, because let's be honest: blogging isn't super intellectually stimulating. I decided to write a book... or an essay if I can't make it long enough. I'm only on page 4, so we'll see. It's a collection of stories from my life, so I guess it's an autobiography. No Pulitzer material here, but I'm having fun. Here's a sample--the story of my first date:

"Near my 17^th birthday I finally got asked on my first date. His name was Leroy, and he had short-term memory loss. Really, he did. He got in a serious car accident and when he woke up, all he remembered was French. It was a rather bizarre case, but I did not know any of this at the time, which is why I found it odd that he called several times to confirm our date. The night I had been waiting for came, but my date didn't. My parents were probably more devastated than I was, though. They left me on the couch eating ice cream and watching Steel Magnolias, and went to a wedding reception. Little did I know that I would go on my first date that very night. The doorbell rang an hour or so later. I wiped double fudge brownie off my face and answered it. A handsome young man stood before me.“I heard you got stood up on your first date,” he said. “Put a dress on. We’re going out.” My first thought was wishing I had not been wearing my Mickey Mouse pajamas. They were bubble gum pink with an image on the front of Mickey and Minnie kissing, and “Pucker Up” in giant cursive letters. My parents gave them to me as a joke for Christmas, obviously referencing the lack of “Puckering up” I had done in my lifetime. I felt like a textbook symbol of desperation as I stood there at the door. But I did put a dress on, and I did go out that night."

Family Fun

We went camping last weekend. I have a love/hate relationship with camping. Loves: hiking, biking, foil dinners, sitting around a campfire with my hubby... the hates: sleeping on the ground, and smelling like smoke. This particular trip was so fun. We went with some friends to Turkey Run State Park. 

 Alaina doesn't like wearing her hat, but she didn't mind the doo-rag. So adorable.

 I think this state park is the only place in Indiana where the elevation fluctuates at all.

 Caleb caught his first catfish on the trip. He cooked it up for dinner.

It was delicious.

We also went to the annual Tippecanoe County Steam and Gas show. It was SO HOT, but Caleb loved every minute of if. I enjoy how excited he gets at things like these.

 There were like 1,000 tractors there.

A nice man let us take a picture in his 1908 Buick. Caleb almost cried.

Retail Therapy, sorta.

I recently found that getting new baby clothes satisfies me just as much as going shopping for myself. This is great, because it's cheaper, and I can use fabric scraps to make cute baby dresses and not even feel guilty!

I had scraps from making these for my twin friends who just had babies...

And so I made this:

I know it looks weird. But, just like shopping, it looks cuter once you try it on.

Also, I hate Coats and Clark thread.

That is all.