and

the days go marching on

i have the bestest friends ever

i really do, they are always there for me, fun, God loving, and most of.. well, they are the best.

rainy days are my fav.

birthday

My twentyfirst birthday is on tuesday. Here is the plan: Drag myself out of bed at 5am(yes, I still have to go to work), work all day. Stop on the way home at the liquor store and buy myself a bottle of merlot or pinot noir, stop at The Spot and but some sort of delicious greek desert. Head home, watch a movie and eat desert for dinner and go to bed early. Oh yeah, I am a real party girl. The thing is, I know I have to get up at 5 am the next morning, for three more days. So really, going out and partying is so completly out of the picture, for like ever.
So, I plan to have my birthday the way I want, quietly, peacefully, and maybe on the weekend, I will have a party at the house or something, a last minute, everyone come over and we will have a bbq and it will be awesome.

so. what?

I like to entertain. I really do, in fact when i entertain, I usually go a little nuts and freak out if anything is out of place, or if I haven't cleaned every single surface. I know that it is a tad mental, but, well, its just the way I am, oh, and as for people just dropping by.
You have a cell, about ten minutes before you get here, please call. because, well, I hate to bring this up. Buuuut, I am still within the first year of my marriage. So call, or text that you are on your way.
Anyways. I clean, usually enlisting the help of a sibling. I light candles all throughout the house. I cut flowers and bring them inside and arrange them in pretty vases. I prep food, tyen I sit back and try to relax before people get the house. Then as the are pulling up, I notice something glaringly horrible that I should have noticed, but didn't. o yeah, so much for prep.
I don't even know why I am writing this.
I probably should go to bed, too many early mornings and long nights.... so yeah, umm goodnight.

Pool water, in which several sisters and one unnamed brother have confessed to peeing in last summer. ewww.
Now I know why I felt the urge to not swim with  little siblings, other than the fact that they insist on piggyback rides and hair pulling. I will miss coming home from working all day in a hot, dusty factory and climbing into the frigid pool. But this recent revelation makes it okay, not to need a swim... I will just run through the sprinkler.

sisters