The new garden

These are my baby plants! Yes, I know the garden looks dry. I watered it after I took the pictures. :) This is a little cucumber plant.


Here are some squash plants. They are either acorn squash or zucchini. My marker blew away when it stormed this weekend.



These are definitely little zucchini plants. They are getting big fast!

Quincy Graduated Preschool!!

Look how big he is!!

*sigh*

After watching two hours of sappy television, I am reminded that relationships are hard. They take work. They don't just miraculously maintain themselves and stay all happy and emotionally healthy. I don't expect sunshine and rainbows and roses all the time. That's not realistic. Perky and smiley once in a while would suffice. It gets old being the only perky one in a relationship.

Also, I have a slight self-destructive streak. I tend to destroy things when they get good. I also have a history of dating people of questionable psychological well-being. Okay, I lived with a psychopath for the better part of a year. It was not a good year.

With all of that, I wonder how anyone is ever certain that the person you love will be around in 30 years. Or even that the person you love is the person you should love. The person who is best for you and are you the best person for them? I mean, how do you know? All through school, I was taught to show my evidence and support my position with facts, but how do you do that with a marriage?

Why is the grass always greener??? Where is this all coming from?? Am I supposed to spend my life questioning my relationship? or should I just have faith that all is well and not worry so much?

Hiatus

I took a long hiatus from writing here. Working as much as I was doing combined with holiday stress and illness to exhaust me.

I've been writing....just not here. I write a lot of lists. :) Grocery lists. Things to do lists. Lists of school systems that are hiring and aren't thousands of miles away from here. I found a few of those by the way and will hopefully be getting some interviews this spring.

I make lists of all the weird things Quincy does. He's started singing songs he hears in the car. He goes crazy when I don't let him pick his own breakfast. He hates to have a toy taken away. Turning off the radio in the car will make him immediately stop whatever annoying this he's doing (last night it was playing with the window). Getting in the tub makes him want to take a bath. See, he's an interesting little boy. He sings Plain White T's, Outkast, and Presidents of the United States of America. He asks me to turn on Relient K in the car.

He asks me every other day to take him to big boy school (kindergarten). He keeps telling me that he plans to learn things all of his life. At five, he has hopes and dreams. He has fantasies about what kind of career he will have (policeman), what kind of cars he will own, where he will live, who he will marry, and how many children he will have. He can articulate these future plans clearly. At five.

I can't tell you my future plans clearly and I am way past five. What do I want to be when I grow up? Where do I want to be? Good questions. I have only vague answers.

I took a recess from writing, but not one from thinking.

Merry Christmas

We've been busy around here all month trying to get ready for the holidays. Quincy found the time to do this: