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Before I say anything else….$310 woo!

I know I should have updated sooner but things have been crazy around here and I needed a day to rest before jumping back in. Friday Sean and I went shopping and got the last few things we needed for the fundraiser and I got myself two pairs of pants and a blouse. Normally I feel horribly guilty if I buy myself anything, I think it’s genetic, but I really needed something to wear during the fundraiser because most of my clothes look like pajamas or aerobics apparel. So I got some khakis with a really hideous neon pink snakeskin pattern belt (I don’t do belts), a white button-up blouse and some jeans with rhinestones and embroidery on the pockets which I emmediately dubbed my fancy pants. I’m a utilitarian kind of woman, I wear clothes that are practical not decorative. Maybe I have low self esteem or something but I always thought dressing myself up was kind of like putting flowers on a tractor, pointless and silly. But my fancy pants make me feel all girlified and I hate to admit it but sometimes I kind of like being girly.

While I was out I decided to go ahead and get my hair cut. I promised to donate my hair to locks of love if we got over $200 in sponsors and I keep my word. So I looked and looked until I found a salon still open at six in the afternoon. I was just going to have them cut off the required ten inches but thought that I might as well make it an even twelve and see what it was like to have short hair. Mind you, normally my hair is around my hips but this was the second time this year I cut my hair for LOL (the first time I gave 17 inches) so now my hair doesn’t even touch my shoulders. It took some getting used to but now I think it’s cute. We spent the rest of the day running through a trial of the fundraiser to weed out any problems ahead of time and painting banners and signs.

Saturday we held the fundraiser at Wal-Mart with an absolutely dismal outcome. I won’t bore you with all the details but in short: almost no one donated or even bought anything, most people ignored us or gave us dirty looks, it was 106 out and despite the sunscreen we both got burned, there was a sandstorm and the wind blew our canopy over and broke one of the legs. All together we made $18 which I added a buck to so that our total would be a nice round number again. At the end of it all we were exhausted, burning up and felt like we might pass out or barf. We ended up leaving around 1:30pm, came home and took a cold shower and then just sat on the couch watching tv and trying not to fall asleep.

Tonight we worked on last minute Thon features and everything should be completed and ready to go around Wednesday. Mom sent the gourd art and it should arrive soon and Carol’s very generous contibution already arrived so I just have to borrow the camera again and take pics. Sadly not many folks have entered our contests and thats to bad because we have a lot of really great prizes. So go enter one or all of them and get yourself something nice.

Last but not least Alhena is doing a virtual quilt as part of her theme for this years Thon. She needs people to volunteer to color a piece of the quilt and not many have. So go here and sign up. It’s easy and fun and it’ll help you stay awake this weekend. Good luck and blessings, Prana

My great uncle Jim passed away last night. I didn’t really know him until I was twelve or thirteen but what I do know about him is that he was a very kind and loving man, he was always cheerful and silly and patient with us kids and though I’m sure he wasn’t perfect in his younger days I know that he was a good person. I’m not terribly close to most of my family but I always liked uncle Jim and I had myself a good cry this morning. I can’t even imagine how my cousins must be feeling right now but I know thier dad is watching over them. We’ll miss you uncle Jim.

Good luck and blessings, Prana

THE BROKEN CHAIN

We little knew that morning that God would call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you’re always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

- Author Uknown

Today is our 6th wedding anniversary but it feels like only a days gone by. It seems unfair that time should move so slowly when your unhappy and so quickly when your contented. Sean and I have been together since I was a junior in highschool, high school sweethearts you could say, but it doesn’t seem like it’s been eight years. I can honestly say that we’re just as much in love and gooshy with each other today as the day we started dating. He’s my very best friend and I just don’t know what I’d do without him.

We weren’t supposed to do presents until early next month because the Blogathon has cost us a fortune but Sean being the sweetheart that he is, bought me stuff anyway. I got three board games, an Evanescence cd and a really nice card. Sean always picks the best cards. Today we’ve decided to do absolutely nothing. We’re so tired from all we’ve done this month it’s a wonder we don’t just stay in bed and sleep. We’re going to watch some tv shows we taped, make a nice dinner, play a video game or two and just chill in the quiet and comfort of our own home. It sounds boring but that’s what we want to do.

Yesterday we spent two hours putting up flyers around town for the fundraiser. It was only 101 but it rained just long enough to make the air soupy and your skin sticky and gross. When we got home April asked me to paint some A-frame signs for her new store and I said I would. I painted the biggest one last night and it took much longer than I expected so we didn’t go to bed until after one. And then on the way back from April’s shop the tire blew out so Sean’s at the repair place right now praying it won’t be expensive.

Now I’m off to eat junk food and watch tv and lay around like a big lump. I only hope fifty years from now we’re still this lazy, together. Good luck and blessings, Prana