News Flash

I am a slave to lacrosse.
We're off this morning to a big ol' tournament that both of the boys are playing in.
You'll be glad to know that I am feeling much better. In fact, my swine flu seems to have only been allergies. Mother bought me allergy meds, and now I'm right as rain.
Speaking of rain,
We should be in rain, and near freezing temperatures, at the tournament all weekend. No doubt that will go a long way towards ensuring good health for my family.

Do you like how I have so much to do, and I'm choosing to blog instead? It's predictably responsible of me.

It's May. Had you noticed? Any moment I am going to freak out about that. May means that next month is June, and then July, and before you know it, August.
I shall be 39 in June, and on a trip to Park City.
Packing frantically in July.
Married in August.

And, no, I am not officially engaged.

The addition on Tim's house begins this month, though, which indicates that he is more or less committed. He's adding on bedrooms for Michael and Don, and also a bathroom. And a bit of storage space, since I am a great collector of stuff. I am wildly eliminating all the superfluous junk I own. Which seems to be a shocking amount.
I totally wasn't going to blog about this until I was "officially" engaged, but it's dominating my days, and so I suppose it's only right to write about it. See?
I need to have a garage sale. I might call it an "estate sale" since that will sound more regal, and then I can charge more.
Everyone who walks thru my door is leaving with stuff. A bookcase? A mirror? Books? Take 'em!
How is the world does one merge two households? The blended family issues seem small compared with the blended stuff issues. He is a minimalist, and I am uninhibitedly Victorian-clutter in my approach to decorating. Which should drive him to drink.

Now that I have that off my chest, I am going to jump in the shower, and pack up the car. Michael just told me that we have to leave in 30 minutes. Oh, dear.