I notice this morning that I have actually overtaken Nittineedles as having the most popular blog.  I'm sure before the day is out, she will be back on top again.  However, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that I have noticed I have managed to surpass her two or three times, be it briefly though.
It is not that it is a big deal; it is just that I am shocked by it because I have absolutely nothing to offer the readers around the world other than words.  She, on the other hand, provides all the knitters of the world with gorgeous pictures of her great hobby and avocation as well as the personal stories behind many of them.  I know that I am a fan; I love her posts, her stories, and her pictures, even though I have two left hands and could never knit!

I often feel my posts are dull because my life is pretty dull, to be perfectly honest.  My typical day involves blogging, reading, a little laundry, and housecleaning.  My big event of the day is getting a call to pick Kenzie and Bailey up from school or getting to spend time with them in the evening if Mom and Dad are going out.
In fact, I'll be babysitting Saturday night because they are attending a fund-raising gala for an equestrian center in Dallas that offers children with autism, who are mentally retarded, or who are ill a camp to come and interact with horses and learn to ride.
The invitation stated that dress for men was a cowboy tuxedo and for women cocktail dresses.  Holly had to go on line to look up what a "cowboy tuxedo" is.  It seems it is a tuxedo jacket and shirt with jeans and black cowboy boots.  They have to be "black".  This is "after five", you know.  Bevan has cowboy boots but they aren't black.  So, yesterday, he went to the western store to buy a pair of "black" boots.

I am finally catching up on reading all the books that I did not have time to read while I was working and rearing the girls.
I was an avid reader during high school; in college, I also read a lot because I was an English major.  Then I started teaching.  Preparing  lesson plans and grading papers took all my free time after that, it seemed.  If I wasn't grading papers, I was attending some school event.  Believe me, teachers work far more than those hours in which school is in session.  Somewhere in there I took time to have my two beautiful daughters.
But I had some great students when I taught.  Many of them are now friends on facebook.  It has been so good to reconnect with so many of them.
I got a call from the office this morning, stating that they were missing one paper that I had failed to sign and needed me to stop in.  I had to leave the place I was living because the people kept raising the rent.  By the time I moved two months ago, it was down to about 30 per cent occupancy because it was getting too high for people like me who live on fixed incomes.
I hate getting a call to come to the office.  It's like I'm a little kid again when my greatest fear was that I would be "called into the office."  Crazy, isn't it; but some things never change.
I think we are all still that same little kid inside.  We have the same fears, the same insecurities, the same emotions that we had even then.  Don't they say that our basic personalities are formed by the time we are five-years-old?