those drama lessons paid off…

as well as her mother’s Twilight obsession:

Act 1, Scene 1:

Genny as Bella: I know what you are.

Genny as Edward: Say it. *pause dramatically* Out loud.

Genny as Bella: A Vvvvvampire.

Genny as Edward: As if you could stop me. (Shouting)

As if you could out run me. (Runs around room clumsily)

As if you could fight me off. (Dramatically pulls invisible tree from living room.)

Genny changes expression to a more gentle one.

Genny as Edward: And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Genny as Bella: What a stupid lamb.

Genny as Edward: what a sick and infested lion.

Flash to death scene:

Genny as Bella: (*writhing on ground, jerking.) Ugh! I forgot to go cross eyed.

Genny as Carlisle: Stop it, Edward. You are killing her.

Genny as Edward: (*sucking her own wrist over dramatically, making gurgling sounds.)

My promise to you: A video of this later this week or early next week.

Sad fact: She’s only seen it once and out acted Kristin Stewart…

Another fact, less sad: We haven’t laughed this hard in a long time. I still have tears on my cheek.

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Today I have…

– made homemade granola.

– made homemade granola bars.

– made homemade yogurt.

– talked to my mom, on her first day home since the extended hospitalization and therapy rehab.

– ground three pounds of nuts.

– gotten the garden ready to start.

– Gen’s language arts and writing.

– Our fractions lesson.

– finalize paint colors.

– Facebook. (Wait… does that even count under the guise of productivity?)

– cleaned the kitchen. *

– finish bagging up Gen’s clothes, to exchange. *

– Wii fit workout. *

– make fruit bars. *

– slice and freeze strawberries. *

– return phone calls and arrange a few meetings. *

– make a call about the clothing exchange. *

(* means I did it after posting this.)

But it’s already 11:30 and I still have to:

– wash and hang out the living room throws.

– clean up the living room.

– pack away Gen’s winter clothes.

– laundry.

– put together the summer toy bucket/tub.

– air up basketballs.

– make shortcakes.

For dinner:

– ham

– cheesy potatoes

– broiled lemon asparagus (Gen’s favorite)

– strawberry shortcake

Things I haven’t done:

– upload photos and recipes on the home website. (this is because our computer, not laptop, is ill.)

– print off curriculum stored on same, sick and sad computer.

– anything needing to be done on that computer. *sigh*

– get dressed. :(

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unexpected…

Giveaway update coming. I promise. On Friday (Genny’s birthday) my mom was scheduled for an urgent spine/neck surgery today. As I type this from my phone, I’m frantically in the swing of last minute details for our re commitment ceremony and my mom is 3 states away undergoing pre-op. If you are much of a praying person, and/or one who believes in positive energy- please keep my mom in your thoughts…

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late night ramblings…

Well… We didn’t win the lottery.

Keep in mind, we don’t actually play. Well, sometimes. Sometimes, when the pot gets so big we feel like it’s our responsibility to buy a ticket. We like to believe that, as our pipe-dream plans are unselfish, our odds are better.

Yes, there are times we reside in a fantasy land. There is a line in this book that talks about a rocking unicorn which transports a baby to a mystical forest, supervised by wood nymphs. I laughed out loud because I’ve been there. In fact, I keep that very unicorn locked away inside my closet…

so yeah, no lottery. Which is a bummer. My kid has outgrown most of her clothes… I feel the need to point that out- here and now. The lottery would have helped that a bit, but it’s alright. There is always something that a nice humongous chunk of money could help with. I wish it wasn’t so. Honestly, I’m not a big fan of money. I’ve seen what living with more of it can do to a family, to a marriage, to a heart. We’ve had the sad experience of having good, compassionate friends transform into self involved and manipulative people because of economic harvests…

I don’t want to need money. Even more sad is that I know, in these times, we are not alone. I truly fear how bad it can get. I grew up with a grandmother washing and hand drying bread bags because the great depression had significantly impacted her life. The lessons she tried imparting on my life, from the age of my earliest memories, are all scrambled together now. Now, when I kick myself for not listening… I cut myself some slack, because I was a kid. But what about the ones who weren’t little? I hope that, in these times, I’m able to somehow help Genny not make the same mistakes… There is a fine line between sharing wisdom and nagging…

I just want to to be more self sufficient. Depend less on economic roller coasters… I just don’t know how to get from here to there…

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That was so yesterday…

Alright… I am over my pity moment. All things considered, I just need to bite my tongue.

er. Finger…

So. I need your help. Help away… And PLEASE consider seeking advice from your readers on this, because I need LOTS of help:

– favorite romantic black and white films?

– favorite (easy, elegant and affordable) appetizer recipe?

– favorite reception music?

ok…

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