Shamelessly Stolen from Nancy's Blog...

You're not bored. Nope. It's just that you haven't thought of this to do yet:

1. Pick up the nearest book with at least 123 pages

2. Turn to page 123

3. Find the 5th sentence

4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog

5. Tag 5 people (I'm going to ignore this rule, haha!)

"The route description does not require you to walk in private driveways or close to houses."

From: Hiker's Guide to the Superstition Wilderness by Jack Carlson and Elizabeth Stewart

If you are reading this, you be tagged! Feel free to pilfer it (I'm sure Nancy won't mind) and have fun!

Good Mail!!

I got the most wonderfulest, greenest, happiest package today from Lauren Face and Nancy Face!!

I so, SO needed a happy thing...and there it was! Did you ever have one of those days? I did. Today. But then I came home and looked in my mailbox, and there was a package, and inside was all this wonderful stuff! Did you get a good look at the Kermit the Frog card? It's homemade. And so cute! And I love Junior Mints. I used to eat them with my daddy when we went to the movies when I was a kid. Good times. I haven't had them in years.

Oh, and I got my camera working, as you can see above! How fun is that? I'm going to be having so much fun with pictures now! It helps if you have the right cord to plug it in, I learned. :)

So to all you wonderful people who sent me good mail before I got my camera working, thank you! I'm sorry I couldn't put a picture with it. But I do appreciate all of it. You're wonderful!

Okay, so I guess I'd better really get going on my homework. Does anyone know what kind of corporate structure Starbucks has? I'm about to chuck it all and follow Lauren in a successful interior design career. Color is more fun! :)

April 27, 1918 - February 25, 2008

Hi, all-

I haven't posted all week, because grandpa died on Monday, and it's been a week of viewings, funerals, family in town, planning, etc.

He died (he didn't want to "pass away," he said; he wanted to "die") at home, where he wanted to be. It was peaceful, everyone else was in another room at the time and didn't hear him. There was no gasping or choking. He hadn't woken up since the afternoon before. My sister-in-law, the RN, was taking care of him and gave him his doses of morphine with a little dropper, so she could do that while he slept.

His daughter, my mother-in-law, made a quilt for him with everyone's picture on it--all the kids, grandkids, and great grandkids. He would sit up at night with a flashlight, looking at all the pictures of the kids on the quilt.

It seems like, when someone dies, everyone says how great the mortician made them look. But this was the first time I actually thought that they did a good job. He looked so much better after they did their thing. The man was still handsome, even in a casket! We sent the quilt with him.

It's odd not to have him at the other end of the block any more. At the same time, though, he was so exhausted from living with this cancer. I couldn't ask him to stay. But I'll miss him.