Sunday School Rebel

So I thought I'd knock my old post down...yes, the one from MAY, how sad is that?  Anyway, now that I comment pretty regularly on darling Marilyn's posts...I wanted to have a somewhat updated post myself.  And what is an updated post on myself without a picture of Sir Thomas in it?

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What's the infamous story people tell about you? 
Submitted by Cherney.

Maybe it's more of the stories I tell about myself.  I love to tell the story of the time I confronted a cheatin', no good official stats keeper at a basketball game - I had been SURE that something was fishy, and after the game was over, my friend (who was on the basketball team) came up to me and said that one of the rival team players was bragging about how her mom cheated for her by not recording one of her fouls.  So I marched my booty over to the table and told her that I knew she was a cheater.  Uh, she wasn't too happy with me.  I ended up getting dragged across the basketball court by this enormous woman!

When I'm with my high school friends, they love to tease me about the time in algebra class I declared, "I love rice.  I could eat rice every day." Of course, I meant rice AND GRAVY.  They also tease me about my "white girl dance" that I did for our English class one day.  What I love is that when we get together, we tell all the stories of when this and that happened, and it amazes me how much they remember, like it was yesterday.  I remember things that are long forgotten.  I'm glad they remember, as my brain has apparently shoved a bunch of those memories aside for more room for memorizing celebrity baby names, I suppose.  Or maybe it was all those songs I had to memorize in college...

Not wanting to leave the sad, depressing post up for long (if you can't see it, believe me, you really don't want to), I thought I'd post my poem I wrote for Poetry Thursday.  I really haven't written much poetry - perhaps all these pregnancy mellowing hormones have stolen my creativity - but it helped me put again into words what I'm feeling.  And somehow, it all makes me feel much better.

January comes
with her long black hair
her sliding violet eyes
full of deceit
charming us with warm winds
and blooming camellias
we didn't notice
they were the color of spilled blood
yes the year comes in
hand in hand with death
that terrible playmate
leaving us with a basketful of questions
and no hankerchief for our tears.

Hello there.  I'm not really planning on posting regularly to this blog, but I figured I needed a message to sit around and bide its time.  I have fun keeping up with my friends on Vox, and how much do I love this countryside design? It fits my country girl heart, all that's missing is some hay bales to jump on! (My grandpa would let us jump on the hay bales, then coax the dogs up as well, and then pick us up with the hay-carrying tractor to the hay barn.  I just love hay bales!)

Today I made an announcement on my other blog that Beaux and I are having a baby! We are very, very happy.  Of course sometimes we are a tiny bit freaked out, but mostly we are going about our days and nights very normally and happily. There are a lot of plans in the works, and life is going to get very topsy turvy,  but for right now we are grooving along, and I am busy growing this baby.  And drinking more milk.  And trying not to forget to take my prenatal vitamins.