Today actually felt like spring. . . I walked a mile barefoot.
And I got to wear a big floopy sunhat.

BQ Regionals is tomorrow. We'll see how that goes. I'm not actually nervous or bent on winning again this year, I just really want to have fun. Oh, and what fun we'll have! All of 'my gals' plans are top secret--things like food, our skit, tiaras--but when I get back I'll be happy to share. Until then!

Allow me to introduce you to my darling little green purse. It's dark olive green, zips at the top, has a shoulder strap, built-in-change purse and has a front pocket. It's about 6x2 inches and 5 inches high. (K-mart, I got it for $2.50 clearance.)

Since I seem to have stopped spending Friday nights at my own house (every single one is booked this month) but I only rarely know that I'm sleeping elsewhere until about 10 the same evening, my purse has been re-modeled to hold everything but my clothes. (Clothes I just borrow from girlfriends. Love them!)

So I was going through my little purse, and here's what I found.
~Ross Gift Card
~Michael's Gift Card
~Free Movie Pass
~Target Gift Card
~The most important card in my collection: the library card
~$20. But that hardly lasts
~Directions to the party I'm headed to tonight
~mp3 player, headphones
~Extra batteries
~Kleenex
~My house Key
~Hairbrush (the handle is broken off, that's the only way it would ever fit)
~Pocket--size deodorant. Suave; 'Powder Fresh' Why does ladies deodorant always end with the word Fresh?
~Toothbrush. This is a new addition, but a very good one.
~ $1.70 in change
~Mascara. This is part of the resolution too look good wherever I wake up Saturday morning
~Dental floss
~Gift card to a drugstore nearby
~Hand mirror. I'm not really that vain, this is left over from the sock hop last Friday night
~Travel size Vaseline
~Burt's Bees body lotion--just divine!
~Nail file
~Pen
~Hemp lip gloss. I think my cousin put it in my purse when I was down in CO last, but it seems never to have made it out.
~Cover-up. Really. I don't normally have that much make-up in my purse. But then again, I don't normally go to costume parties requiring a lot of make-up. And, of course, I don't normally clean out my purse.

Total weight: 2.2 pounds

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This I found in a forward. Funny thing is, I hadn't really noticed anything at all until I was halfway through. Makes me worry about my writing. . .

Dig it! Some girlfriends and I went off to a sock hop on Friday night. Which of course morphed into a sleepover. It was really fun to dress up, you probably know how much I like dressing up. I borrowed a shirt from a friend, a sweater from my sister, spent $4.87 on a poodle skirt appliqué and scarf, and wore more makeup than I ever have in my life. My friend's dad was all, "Wow Lydia, you looked like you stepped right out of Grease!" Any other night I would have taken serious issue with that, but that night it was ok. And I ended up winning in a costume competition, which was not bad at all for a five-dollar outfit!

 

My mother has a new belt sander and drill. And she's on a roll. . .

Look at him! It just doesn't get any better. Pete's a big boy now. He's sitting up, rolling off beds, has four big teenth (and counting) and just learned how to clap. Peter also loves music-- he sings along in church and attacks the piano when I try to pracitce. Just too cute!

 

Hmm, here's something that probably does not come as a shock to any of you: I really, really stink at pool. The long stick. The little balls. The only thing I seem to be able to hit is the light above the pool table.
If any of you know me really well, you know that I'm not much for hand-eye coordination. You all have heard of my amazing All Star kid brother and my Hoop Star sister. You wonder where they got it? Well, they both got all the genes in the pool, leaving nothing for me. But it's all good. I've actually started dancing again, ballroom at the Majestic and ballet at Dancing for Joy. Something that does probably come as a shock to you: I actually took 6 years of ballet. So it feels great to be back.
No, actually it feels horribe: I'm bending my body into unnatural postitions for fun; I'm really sore not only from dancing but also from biking and running and the like. Getting my dancer body back could take some time. The time has come, the walrus said. . .