Here, I am in my 20's (right after my first bout with weight loss). That's a whole lot better to look at than the first one. That's my Daddy Bob (grandfather). The cake says, "21 is a good age...Wasn't it?" It was his birthday and I made the cake. Sure wish we could take our grandparents into our old age with us. He's the one that taught me how to tell time and tie my shoes among other 'portant things. He had the patients of Job when it came to me. Course he was always a calm person with anyone. He even let me "help" him build their house when I was 3 years old. There are some nails in that old house pounded in by a 3 year old, by golly. (And for Kristisummer and anyone else that missed my "New Do" post here is where you can see it.)
Last night was my first good nights sleep in a week. Finally! For some reason lately I've had some horrible dreams and couldn't sleep the whole night through. That's just not normal for me. I even slept a little later than I have been lately. Sure hope that doesn't happen tomorrow because I have to have the dogs at the groomers by 10:00 tomorrow and it takes my bathroom at least a half hour to heat up for a shower, then it will probably take me another half hour to "style" my hair :o) Next thing you know, I'll be wearing make up! EEEEKKKKK I'm turning into a girly girl. I'm for sure not giving up my jeans, so there.
I think that was the most horrible thing about being a teacher...we couldn't wear jeans very often. On those occasional, rare days when we would have "jeans day" I was the bestest teacher of all. The kids even said so. But you know the system. Gotta set a "good" example for the younger ones. I should have gone on to get my masters so I could teach college and wear anything I durn well pleased. I was within 6 hours of my masters but that's a story for a another time. I've even told my girls to make sure I'm buried in jeans. I'm not crazy about dressing up and that's the way I'm most comfortable.
Have a great day out there in blog-land.