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This weekend finds me with a few tasks that need to be accomplished, which is ‘good’ in the sense that I will be a productive member of society, but bad in that I will be missing out on a lot of recorded television. Oh, and the naps. Who am I kidding? The naps will get done. First things first and all that.

Lloyd and I are helping with a meeting at church this morning, but before that I need to swing by school and pick up the art that needs to be hung in the cafeteria after the meeting. I will goof up at least one of those things. Then it’s evening church to attend a past preschooler’s baptism. (Yay!) Then tomorrow it’s an Open House at work, and Deborah – it’s also your birthday, in case you forgot. Oh, and laundry and a video project.

What y’all doing with your weekend?

Last weekend I was in Lincoln and I went to Kohl’s, where I ran into Deborah. She was shoe shopping with Macy and Bethany, so we all went to the shoe department. I was just browsing, but there were some Ked’s shoes that caught my eye.

I currently have *gulp* four pairs of tennis shoes. One ancient Converse-style knockoffs from Target that I wear to mow the lawn, a pair of knockoff exershoes (you know – with the curved bottom) that I have worn exactly once, a pair (bought in desperation before Lloyd’s fifteen year high school reunion) that has the sole coming off, and an unclaimed pair from the Lincoln Lutheran lost-and-found (during the summer, when school was out, so I wasnt’ stealing anything. Quit looking at me like that.)

So, let’s add one more pair to the mix. I like the style, but that plaid is just so….. preppy. So uppity. I can’t decide how I feel.

Have you ever read a more boring post in your life? Seriously, we just spent a few minutes together discussing my shoes. Let’s both go do something else.

Lloyd made peas for dinner. Altogether now – “Yuck! Peas are gross! Down with peas!!”

Unless they are in Zoya’s amazing potato salad, then they are acceptable. But other than that;

“Gross! I will only eat a small spoonful and will make small gagging noises while doing so!”

I decided to supplement my tiny serving of peas with a couple of spears of marinated asparagus. Mmmmmmmmmmm….. tart yumminess. Then I noticed the label on the lid:

Rutin? Rutin? They’re not even trying! That word wouldn’t make it in a Scrabble game! Nice try, Maker’s Mark. I think ‘rutin’ might be code for ‘ant poop’.

We have a ‘one saying a day’ calendar at school that for the most part has been very uplifting. It’s about not sweating the small stuff, but sometimes the sayings feel a lot like daggers to my heart.

For instance, the past couple of weeks and the upcoming week are all about not interrupting people, talking over them, or always turning the topic of conversation back to yourself. They hurt, because this is exactly what I do on a daily basis. They really are hammering this point home. Whoever wrote this calendar is trying to send me a message.

No ego?!

Are you kidding, calendar?

Arrrrrhhhhh! This calendar is attacking me!

Why does everything always happen to me?

Brad talked about taxes and the trouble he had with how long to keep the old records. Last year I did the absolute worst job keeping track of our bills and papers. I didn’t even try to file them or keep them in the same spot – I’d just set them down in one of four areas and would say, “I’ll get to them later”.

Well, tax time is nearly upon us and we’re probably going to have a problem. In past years I’ve recycled an old accordion file from 10 years back or so, but this year I needed two – one for 2011 and one to get it in gear for 2012. I found one from 1996! Zowie – 16 years ago!

It was fun looking through the papers – I found out we used to have a Visa card that I have no memory of owning. We had receipts from stores in Seward that don’t exist anymore: Hinky Dinky (a little grocery story), Pamida (a discount store) and the old little Wal*Mart that used to sell boxes of Kleenex for 62 cents. 62 cents, I tell you!!!

I was at risk of being lost in memories, so I bagged the papers and receipts up and am looking forward to a date with the firepit sometime in the future.