March break wasn't very relaxing for me.
I was sick for most of it, and stressed about not having a laptop, or a computer that worked properly.
I tried using our old desktop... but it's way to slow and ancient to be of any use for anything other than e-mail, facebook and blogging. I really just need it for my on-line courses, and it wasn't co-operating in the least.
Today is the last of this state of confusion. Right now I'm writing on a temporary laptop that we finally got because they weren't getting around to working on my laptop. But that ends now.
Mom gets to go pick up my laptop this afternoon!
Then I'll be able to update my family blog with photos from this month.
It;s going to be so nice :)
The weeds are what make it interesting. I'm just one girl searching for the beauty in my garden of wildflowers.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Naps Are Lovely Things
Today I have the sweet indulgence of having a long awaited nap.
What a wonderful thing it was!
Naps are strange creatures. They are something that doesn't quite make sense.
We all have naps every single day as babies, but once we grow out of that stage of life, naps become a rare and forgotten activity.
The funniest nap story that I can call my own goes something like this:
I came home one afternoon after a long rehearsal and fell into bed to have a nice long nap.
When I woke up the clock told me it was 7:10.
I lept out of bed, flew to the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal.
All the while my father was giving my the strangest looks.
Apparently I hadn't slept through the whole night, as I had thought.
It was evening, and I was rushing for nothing.
At least I got a yummy bowl of cereal out of the deal.
I still find it funny how convinced I was it was morning and that I should have already been out the door.
Naps are the best.
Hands down.
What a wonderful thing it was!
Naps are strange creatures. They are something that doesn't quite make sense.
We all have naps every single day as babies, but once we grow out of that stage of life, naps become a rare and forgotten activity.
The funniest nap story that I can call my own goes something like this:
I came home one afternoon after a long rehearsal and fell into bed to have a nice long nap.
When I woke up the clock told me it was 7:10.
I lept out of bed, flew to the kitchen, poured myself a bowl of cereal.
All the while my father was giving my the strangest looks.
Apparently I hadn't slept through the whole night, as I had thought.
It was evening, and I was rushing for nothing.
At least I got a yummy bowl of cereal out of the deal.
I still find it funny how convinced I was it was morning and that I should have already been out the door.
Naps are the best.
Hands down.
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