Gone But Not Forgotten

I've been so bad about blogging lately. I am also bad about keeping my status updated on Facebook. Most of the time, I don't think I have anything blog-worthy or status-worthy to say.

For those few who really care what I've been doing or thinking, here is a list:

- Baby is in my lap right now while I try to type, and she's been there for about an hour.
- I got to tour my old house yesterday and see what the new owners have done to it - it looks awesome! Most of the changes are exactly what Paul and I would have done if we had had the guts to renovate.
- The new owners also tore out all of the flowerbeds - every last bush, tree, and plant is GONE! Even the weeping cherry!!! Even the hens and chickens!!!! I've been pretty sad about that.
-I've been sorting through my scrapbook stuff. Since we moved, it has been boxed up until now.
-Just ordered a bunch of pictures to be printed to get ready to scrapbook. Anxious to see how the pictures develop from the new camera I have.
-People with tongue rings and who play with the tongue ring (as in stick it in and out) really gross me out.
-I get a sick satisfaction from shopping for school supplies. Well, I don't really think it's sick, but I wonder if it's abnormal. Shopping for school clothes gives me a real boost too even though the clothes are not for me.
-My all time favorite pencil (I've probably used these since 1st grade) is no longer made in the USA. For some reason that is a big deal to me. I have since ordered all the original pencils I can find online, and I ordered some of the new ones too b/c I still refuse to write with any other pencil.
-I'm making beef brisket for supper. Never made it before.
-Ran errands all day and that wears me out. I'd like to go back to bed.
-Luckily, one day after we moved, I was back at the old house for some reason, and I swiped a "hen or chicken." It is growing right now in my new flower bed and it has made "babies." So all is not lost.
- Baby is still on my lap - nestled right up on my chest, all 20 pounds of her. We're getting along like peanut butter and jelly.