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Over six hundred posts in 4 years. That's not a really great record.

*sigh*

Let's see. What can I post about?

The peas are sprouting. I know, I know...hang onto your hats, it doesn't get much more exciting than that. Ha.

Ellen is starting to learn how to use the mouse on the computer. I pull up "Paint," draw a few overlapping shapes and then let her use the mouse to choose different colors and fill each section in. The only problem is that I think she's going to be a true lefty, and I have the mouse set up on the right side. I'm a southpaw, but I use my right hand for different things; like cutting with scissors, and the mouse...etc. Maybe if I have her learn the righty way, she'll be more ambidexterous.

Our trip to CA is set in stone. Ellen is anxious to leave. She wanted to up and go today. I am not so anxious about the traveling part. Being there and visiting everyone is great. GETTING there is hairraising to me. And for this trip our first plane change is in Chicago, not Denver. Chicago is much, MUCH bigger than Denver, I believe. Hubby says to look up the terminals on the computer and maybe that will help me get an idea of where to go. I will do that, but it still doesn't help me with the getting nervous part. For 2-3 weeks before we leave I will have nightmares about traveling; forgetting luggage, getting routed through a foreign country and not having passports, forgetting my ID, getting to the airport late...you name it.

ARGH!

However...I shall endure.

Comments

Donna. W said…
There are lots of things for kids to do at PBSkids.org.
April 19, 2011 at 5:22 AM
Frau Guten Tag said…
I go in spurts on blogging--lately I haven't been blogging at all, busy, but also just don't feel like it. I know at some point I'll get back to it, I do feel bad for anyone that actually enjoys following my blog & is missing it though (if any such person exists, LOL).
June 10, 2011 at 5:02 PM
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