A short trip down memory lane

Well, tonight we had school lunch for supper. No, really. It tasted just like school lunch! We had chili (a new recipe I got out of a box) and cornbread. And 2% milk. The chili had just enough kick to make you need three pieces of cornbread - with butter - and two little cartons of milk. But we didn't have cartons; we had glasses. And mine was iced. mmmm....

Anyway, I was inspired to sign in tonight because of my good friend Jana and all her funny little posts. She's just the right amount of saneness and neurosis. And she brings out the imagination in me. Or rather, she makes me feel that it's okay to still have my imagination when I am such a "great girl of twenty-six". So here's to you, Jana. And to that angel-covered notebook you gave me for Christmas long ago. I had tried so hard to write something creative and "meaningful" on your card, but your simple "Write your heart out" put my many words to shame. And then I knew that it was best to just be me, and not to try to be you anymore. :o) So thank you, friend, for... everything.

Okay, enough sappiness. I always wax poetic when I'm feeling homesick or nostalgic, which happens often when I see pictures or posts online of old friends. Then I always feel that I have to jump back to being silly again before too many people see the mushy side. I don't mind that people see my mushy side; I'm just always afraid that they will mind seeing it.

I cried today. I was stressing out about this thing at work, and I had no idea how I was going to do it (think Excel 2003 and multiple cell references and writing your own formulas), and I was very unhappy. But I brought some of it home with me, and Jon fixed everything. At first I was so happy about it that I got butterflies in my throat! I got all wiggly and giggly inside, and I didn't know what to do! So I laughed, and then I said "Thank you", and then I cried. And then we made cornbread.

The End.