# 800

Well, so much for the mellow Friday I had imagined.  But I did get a lot done, so there is that.

Today is post number 800.  Is that crazy to anyone else?!

My thoughts are scattered and fairly random today, so I'll just give you the bullet points:

* I love that our school district is seeking (pro-actively, and a full year in advance) public input on their proposed bond--and that they listen.

* I wish the city would have done the same about the utility rates.

* My dad mentioned our new furniture on the phone the other day and then added that he wondered if I realized that in another 10 years I could have grand kids playing on the furniture.  YIKES!

*If I am walking briskly uphill for almost an hour each morning, why are my pants not feeling any looser?  Is the exercise still just working my heart and lungs only?

*The Girl asked if she could get checked for exercise-induced asthma, as she is having a hard time breathing when she works out too hard at the pool.

*Does she realize that we call her a "fish" metaphorically?

*Why do Reece's Peanut Butter cups taste so good, in absolutely any form?  Dangit.

*Maybe that is why my jeans don't feel any looser.  Double Dangit.

*Why does Ferris Bueller's Day Off  seem full of so much more naughty language now than when I first loved it in the 80s?

*Hope our Viking boys win the football game tonight.

*I sure put my foot in my mouth at my PTA meeting yesterday.  I was doing a show 'n tell of the on-time drawing prizes.  A couple of things were 2-for-1 cards to a couple of local burger joints that I got when I purchased the Viking Cards from a pair of darling HS boys in my congregation. As I was showing the PTA folks the prizes, I explained that "as I love HS boys, I was a sucker for the stuff they were selling anytime they ask me."  Or something to that effect;  to that level of embarrassment.

*There must be a warning system in my brain that malfunctions and allows me to say unbelievably inappropriate things.  In front of other people.  All the time.

*It is a good thing most of the PTA folks are my friends, and understood what I meant, despite what I said.

* It is even better that the sweet HS boys of whom I misspeak regularly also understand what I mean despite what I say.  And so do their moms.

*Maybe this is a good place to stop for today.

Have a great weekend, friends.  And thanks for reading 800 posts thus far--even if it means that you must read between the lines to understand what I mean.