I think I need a Kindle. Over a quarter of a million books and magazines, downloadable in 60 seconds. Maybe I'll save up for one and get it this summer. If only they had Marie Claire on there too....

So I took the final for my government class this morning. Yay, all done! His study guide WAS the test, so I'm pretty sure unless I misunderstood a question or something, I got 100% on it. Hooray for good memory.

Yesterday my brother came home from college, and today I decided my life is a sitcom. This morning, at 5:00am, an alarm went off, waking me up. Blearily, I stumbled into the dark kitchen and began to try to find the damn alarm amidst the boxes of his stuff. I was tossing aside XBox controllers, remotes, papers, clothes...and then the thing stopped. Ok. Well, no finding it if I don't know what I'm looking for. I stumble back into bed, still groggy. JUST as I'm about to fall asleep, the thing goes off again. Muttering some expletatives under my breath, I go back into the kitchen again, and fall over something and into the box of crap. The alarm stops. Again. Not dealing with this anymore, I pick up the box (that's as big as me), and stumble into the family room, where he's sleeping until we get a more permanent space, losing a sock in the process. I drop the box next to his head, and I say, "There's an alarm in here that keeps going off." He replies, "Snrrkkkk- oh, good morning." and falls back asleep. At that point, I was about ready to yell, "Good morning? Good MORNING?!?!?!" but I was too exhausted, so I stumbled back into bed, with only one sock, and slept for another 2 hours until I had to get up to go take my test.

And that was my brilliant morning. I'm gonna take a nap here in a little bit.

Before I go, I just wanted to say Happy Mother's day to all the moms out there.

My dad and brothers and sisters went to my mom's grave this morning, but I didn't. I still remember her telling me when I was about 12, and my dad was visiting his mom's grave every week, that I shouldn't feel bad for not not going and I shouldn't feel like I had to visit hers after she died. She said she never visited her dad's grave, because that brought back memories of his funeral, and she would rather remember the good times. That's about how I feel about it, and I don't feel bad for not going. It doesn't mean I don't still miss her or that I don't love her as much. I just prefer to remember the good times.

Thinking of you today

I can understand where you're coming from. This was the 2nd Mother's Day without my Mom and I was missing her...Crying in church Sunday morning.

Don't hit me, but I've moved my blog again (last time, I promise). Didn't like Blogger either so I went to Wordpress. If this one doesn't work out, that's it for me! Sorry for any inconvenience!