Friday night with my dad, here in a bit.  Gathering up my chargers, my Kindle, my snacks, coffee, and my courage.  My fear is that I'll break down and cry in front of him.  Praying I don't do that.  Praying he doesn't fall on my watch.  That's actually my biggest fear of all.  It will be okay, I'm sure.

Lots of plans listed on my adenda for the weekend. Two or three different things going on Saturday, including some pumpkin carving with my two-year-old grandson!  I can't wait to see him and get my hugs and kisses quota!  Then, on to Tulsa for some new and exciting adventures.  Sounds mysterious, huh?  Hoping that goes well.  Keep your fingers crossed and prayers said.  Will report more on that later, maybe?

Most excited about my Sunday adventures though!  I will make my first stop in Stillwater to see Morgy and drop off her huge suitcase of handmade jewelry.  She forgot and left it here when she came home for Fall Break a few weeks ago.  It was fun going through it and borrowing a new and different necklace on a daily basis. 

Must go feed the horses and Miss Kitty, then, head to my dad's! 

Note to self:  MUST go look for some nice, warm, flannel jammies this weekend.  It's getting cold outside! 

Have a great weekend, friends. 

Ahhh....rainy Saturdays, now that's my kind of day.  On one hand, I want to just stay home, do some baking, curl up, and read a good book.  What I REALLY should be doing is grading papers, recording those grades, doing laundry, and packing for my fall break trip.  However, I'm also tempted to drive to T-town and visit with some old and new friends and have some fun!  With a threat of heavy thunderstorms and possible tornadoes on the horizon, my common sense tells me to stay home and do those boring teacher chores.  It's no fun making grown-up decisions!  What to do, what to do?

The OU/Texas game is going on today.  That event always brings back horrible memories, just like it was yesterday.  One of my new favorite quotes regarding this time in my life is, "Better to hurt me with the truth, than fool me with a lie."  Truth.  A very hard concept to understand for some people.  Why?  Just tell the truth and get it over with.  A much better option for all parties involved.

Going to take a shower, rather late in the day, then, decide what to do on this lovely, lazy, rainy Saturday.  I'm leaning toward a road trip to T-town....

"Life is too short to wear white socks."
I've always loved crazy, colorful socks, pretty much all of my life.  My friends have often growled at me when they've asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  My reply is always, "Socks!"  I love socks.  Well, let me clarify, I love socks during the winter time.  I love flip flops or, better yet, bare feet, the rest of the time, weather permitting.  However, my collection grew quite large and I decided to purge a large portion of my sock drawer just this past summer.  Now, I'm missing my cool socks.  It's getting a little nippy outside and I am almost without cute socks.  I'm down to a few pair of (ugh) white, no-show socks that I wear w/my gym shoes, for those wonderful walks with Mr. Treadmill, three or four times a week.  What was I thinking?!?!?  Purgers remorse, I guess. 

Same thing happened with my flannel jammies.  This past summer, I decided that my old, comfy flannel jammies were just a little TOO worn, and a wee bit holey.  Telling myself I really did need to buy some better p.j.s, I reluctantly threw away my only two pair of flannel jammies.  Now, I'm REALLY having regrets.  Guess what?  I can't find any flannel p.j.s anywhere!!!  Yikes!  What will I do?  It's already getting chilly!!  I miss my flannels.  :(

My perfect Heaven.

White, sandy beaches.  Blue skies.  Sea shells.  Grass huts.  Turquoise colored water.  Hammocks.  Cruise ship rocking me to sleep.  Island music playing in the background.  Palm tree shade.  Salty breezes.  Parasailing.  Endless grilled shrimp, lobster, fresh pineapple, and chocolate covered strawberries. Tiki torches. The scent of coconut.  The soothing sounds and spray of a waterfall nearby.  No alarm clock.  No schedule.  No paperwork.  Sleep.  Sweet, sound sleep.

Take me away.

I can dream, right?