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I’m in a magazine!, originally uploaded by sheandaru.

It’s surreal seeing my face on a glossy page.

I was going to apply for grad school at either IU or Yale.  Indulge me.  I’m feeling nostalgic today.  In this clip, I was eight months pregnant with Simon.

One of Jamie’s coworkers got a new computer for graduation this year, so she gave us her old iBook. I’ve been having fun learning how to use it and I think that my PC is enjoying a much needed break. We’ll be enjoying the luxury of wireless internet once we get a hold of an AirPort card. For the time being, I’m snuggled up in the corner of the living room on a couple beanbags.

I was a responsible adult today; I actually did things on my To-Do List and I feel accomplished. Of course, none of those things involved cleaning the house or doing laundry (two things that most desperately need to be done).

As the Jimmy Carter trip approaches, I am getting more and more excited. Even more so now because I found out that I get to sing my infamous “Old Time Religion” solo! My choir director could not make a decision about the two anthems we were to sing so she called up the preacher down in Plains. He had listened to a couple of our choir CD’s and said that he wanted to hear “Old Time Religion” because he “had never heard anyone sing that high.” If you’re familiar with the piece, it’s the Moses Hogan arrangement.

That anthem means so much to me in so many ways. First, I had the solo when I was in the choir at ASU. We performed the piece several times while I was there. Second, my choir director at church has had us sing it for a lot of concerts and it’s on our “Old Time Religion” CD. Third, Jamie’s dad had a copy of that CD and made everyone he knew listen to my solo. And I mean EVERYONE. It was all anyone could talk about when we were keeping vigil in the ICU. Then at his funeral, I was asked to sing that solo and I organized a makeshift choir with my ASU choir director and people from the church. To this day, I’m still not sure how I made it through that song.

So now I get to add Jimmy Carter to reasons why I like singing “Old Time Religion”. Yippee!

This weekend was full of good times, all clouded over by whatever I seem to have caught. I can handle the headaches and congestion, but I can’t stand not being able to talk/sing. At church yesterday, I peeped my way through the solo in “Loving Shepherd…” Normally, I wouldn’t care so much about not singing a solo 100%, but it was our new pastor’s first Sunday and the church was PACKED. How embarassing! I bet there were people who were wondering what everyone saw in me as a singer. I won’t sweat it. The same people probably heard me at Christmastime; they were only at church to check out the new preacher.

The baby is a little congested, too, but not nearly as bad as I am. Still, I hate having to aspirate his nose. I gave him a bath this morning because he pretty much spitup all over himself. His hair was stiff with dried milk.

We’re in a money pinch this week. Still, I want to be able to go to playgroup. DH is getting paid Thursday (I think), so we may be able to swing it afterall. Gas money is the bane of my existance these days. It’s one of the cons of living out here, twenty minutes from civilization. Right now, the number of miles left in my tank isn’t even registering on the meter. This means I probably have about thirty or forty. Oh, that’s plenty, you say! Not when a trip into town is at least sixty (total of there & back). I can make it to the small town & back if I really needed to, but if I wanted to go to Goodwill or some other fun place, I woudn’t make it back home.

Ok, enough griping.

I finally convinced myself not to buy any Pull-ups for ds2. I went to Target to spend what I had left on a giftcard and walked out with two packages of training underwear and a caffeine free Diet Coke. DS2 was beside himself with excitement when I showed him his underwear. Of course, he did pee in them within the first twenty minutes. The good thing is that as soon as he started to pee on himself, he removed his underwear and yelled, “GOTTA GO POTTY!!!” then hauled butt into the bathroom. He may be catching on…

We’ll see how it goes today. It’s a good thing I already have a place to put pee-soaked things.