I am feeling deliciously foggy today. There was not much excitement; Gillian stayed home from ballet, though I still drove Stephanie there. I found out that there shouldn't be a conflict between Master's Academy next year and ballet next year, because likely there will be a Tuesday/Thursday section offered, not just the Monday/Wednesday.
I filled out my registration form for the 2008 LDS. That's a LLL thing, not a sign that I am converting to Mormonism, because I'm not.
I was - and still am - slightly annoyed with the last two issues of the API newsletter. Last time the focus was solely on "special-needs" and this time it's all about adoption. Both of which are important issues, to be sure, but I cannot be the only member who has found nothing that she or he can personally relate to in the last two issues. The newsletter is supposed to be informative and helpful. I realize I sound bitchy and privileged. Deal with it.
Tomorrow, I am going to finally mail my check and hence rsvp for my reunion. I have, like, four weeks from Saturday in which to find something to wear. Oh bliss. Friday, I need to do my online registration for the GA LLL conference. While I realize that all of life is one big to-do list, I hate it when that feeling is more prominent and easily pushed down below the surface.
I also hate that I have to pay money to go to my high school reunion, where no doubt there will be bad food and booze of which I won't partake. The more I think about this, the more ridiculous it seems. Nevertheless, there it is.
I need to figure out the rest of Gillian's summer camps. I found a golf one. w00t.
I filled out my registration form for the 2008 LDS. That's a LLL thing, not a sign that I am converting to Mormonism, because I'm not.
I was - and still am - slightly annoyed with the last two issues of the API newsletter. Last time the focus was solely on "special-needs" and this time it's all about adoption. Both of which are important issues, to be sure, but I cannot be the only member who has found nothing that she or he can personally relate to in the last two issues. The newsletter is supposed to be informative and helpful. I realize I sound bitchy and privileged. Deal with it.
Tomorrow, I am going to finally mail my check and hence rsvp for my reunion. I have, like, four weeks from Saturday in which to find something to wear. Oh bliss. Friday, I need to do my online registration for the GA LLL conference. While I realize that all of life is one big to-do list, I hate it when that feeling is more prominent and easily pushed down below the surface.
I also hate that I have to pay money to go to my high school reunion, where no doubt there will be bad food and booze of which I won't partake. The more I think about this, the more ridiculous it seems. Nevertheless, there it is.
I need to figure out the rest of Gillian's summer camps. I found a golf one. w00t.