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Time Slips By Far Too Quickly

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The last couple of days have gotten away from me -just zipped right by in a flurry of errands and chores. Monday - Coordinated the work to be done by the plumber, the electrician, the chimney sweep and the landscaper. It seems they all need work next week so every single one of them will be in my house at some point between the 8th and the 11th. The contract for the pool was signed and the guy was late for our appointment which put me an hour behind my errands of returning rental DVD's and a quick stop at the landscapers business. Tuesday - OB appointment which takes up most of a morning. A trip to the grocery store because my husband requested Reese Cup ice cream. Also he worked all day monday, all night and all day tuesday. I didn't see him until later afternoon!! Wednesday - MORE errands - Stand in line at the tax office and purchase the county sticker for the 2nd truck Steven bought just before we left on vacation, then stand in line to get the current dog license. Stand in line at the bank waiting to make a deposit because the drive thru line was 9 cars long and I thought it would be quicker to run inside. Go to the lawyers office and make an appointment to finish our business with him. Go to the courthouse and get a plat of our property then drive to the other end of county because no one in this one horse town has a fax machine for public use except one little tiny pharmacy on the other end of the county and fax the paper I got from the courthouse to the pool builders so they can begin rounding up all the building permits and such for the pool. Take Colby for her registration process which was far quicker than any other chore on our list. Gracie starts back to school on the 24th and I have to round up school supplies and get school clothes together. I really hate the end of summer. I like having children home. I hate getting up and sending them off to school for so many hours a day. I get lonely without them. This year even Colby will be gone. :-( I will be home all alone. Right by myself. What will I do all winter long? On top of all of that I have tried to catch up on my reading. I have read almost half of you all. I will finish and leave comments - hopefully today or tomorrow. If I haven't gotten to you, I will. You know you have read too many journals when you dream about people from those journals at night. For instance, last night ... I was in an old minivan on my way to visit Susie Sunshine. During the road trip north the van aged and as I passed a car dealership I decided to stop and trade it in. They were not open and I decided to sleep in the van until they did. When I woke up the mail man had come by and left my mail on the seat beside me with a note I should not sleep with the windows down and the doors unlocked. So, I am trading in my car when I look at the newspaper that was in my mail. The article was about a car saleman who dressed like a member of KISS. This was the dealership I was at! I decided not to buy a car from him and checked into a motel. It was a dumpy little place but the only motel between Virginia and Michigan. I had no choice. The car salesman came to my motel room and tried to get me to test drive a car he had but I refused and finally he left. About that time Susie walks in and stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips and says, "Never buy anything from a man who uses face paint instead of concealer." Does anyone want to explain this dream?
We are back from many great days at the beach. I will have photos soon. I have almost no morning sickness at all -just odd little bouts now and again. I will post plenty as soon as I have the photos downloaded, the laundry caught up on and the electrician, chimney sweep and pool man out of my hair later today.

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