Sad

Some things are so sad. My cousin is getting married in a week and a half. The groom's mother just passed away last night. Some people are asking me if they will postpone the wedding. (The couple moved the wedding up from next summer to this Sept. in hopes that the mother of the groom would make it to the wedding. You see, just about six weeks ago doctors told her she had three to six months to live.) She didn't make it. I don't think they should postpone the wedding now. That's just my opinion. Should they? It's just all so very sad. Makes me think about my own mortality. Odd thoughts running through my mind right now. Very odd.
Just pray for her, the groom, the upcoming wedding. Please.

Zumba

So there's this latest craze around here in the fitness world - it's called Zumba dancing. Now I'm sure there are those of you out there saying, "Wow. Where's she been? This is old news!" Okay, maybe you're right, however, I'm new to the circuit. Cammi and I went to a Zumba class here at our local Anytime Fitness. It was rather hot in the room we danced in. I was sweating enough to need a towel to dab my face off. So, it was a great workout. We had fun trying to keep up with the steps and laughed several times at ourselves. We were entertained. And we worked out pretty hard. So, it was a success. Try Zumba in your area soon - you'll enjoy it.

Intervention

I watched an episode of A&E's Intervention today out of the blue. I must admit I got teary-eyed when the family did their speeches for the man's intervention. It really hit home for me. I can remember all of those emotions just a little over a year ago with my mom's own recovery process. It's a long road to travel, but well worth every moment. My mom's sobriety means the world to me. I'm thankful to have her back.

Back to school, back to school...

It's that time. Again. Time to break out the sharpened pencils, fold back the pages of the textbooks you've been given, and scribble on that pad of paper with the wire on the spine. Unfortunately, I have been laxed. I have not worked in my room one minute yet. And school starts next Tuesday for me. I won't have two full days to work in my room, either, though we technically have two teacher work days before students arrive. I will have mere hours. Precious hours. A few hours to get a mound of decorating, organizing, and planning completed. I'm feeling the crunch. Despite that feeling, I'm dragging my feet. The procrastinator in me is fighting hard. She's bearing down and pushing until I feel sick to my stomach. I need to just do it and get it over with. But when? My planning organizer looks like a lead bomb went off inside it, writing all over every square inch of it. Something is going on each day. No down time to just take a few hours and go do what I need to do.
Today I registered my two high schoolers. Yes, now we have two. Cam is a freshman, and Mak is a junior. Hard to believe she has just two years left and then will leave the nest. Wow! It's now hitting her, too. She commented on that the other day. Of course she says she wants to go to college far, far away. We'll see. Doubt it.
Fees just keep increasing as the years go by. Book rental alone for the three girls is well over $300. Wow! That's not including lunch accounts to build up, P.E. uniforms, or school supplies. Book rental only! I'm gonna be overdrawn!
Well, I'm cooking a pork loin on the grill, so duty calls. . .

Myrtle Beach, SC