My to-do list

I am a very strange person sometimes. There are times when I am very organized and write everything in my calendar and go to bed on time and keep lists of the things that I need to do.

Aside: This usually begins in the fall because I am still in the school mind frame and you purchase new calendars, and have new classes and etc. And this year I started a new job in the fall so I am still in that mind frame. I am frightened to think of what might happen when my job doesn't end in the summer and pick up again in the fall - no organized months.

However, the newness fades away and there are times when I am quite disorganized. Forgetting events because I don't write them down and thinking of mental to-do lists but forgetting them as soon as I get home to accomplish them.

I think of my thank you cards for the wedding, which, I profusely apologize if you are one of the unforunate souls that I have not gotten to yet. I can add the insurance company that I need to call because a stupid rock hit my windshield this morning and cracked it! (I am taking out a pen and paper as we speak, this is good for me.) I need to deposit the checks I got for my birthday and to call my grandmother to tell her I will be there for Thanksgiving.

Oh, let's see. . .I am even forgetting as I am typing and writing. I need to buy a pumpkin for Brandon's first Jack-O-Lantern ever and a paintbrush to help Erin paint her house on Friday. I need to close my old bank account in Maryland by mail and send in my payment to the eye doctor. I have to call the girls tonight to remind them about Bible study and get the house ready for their appearance.

I am sure there is much more, but I will write them down instead of writing my boring list here for all to read for as long as the “www” lasts.

This past weekend we had another couple over to dinner. There are going to be married in December and I am just so excited for them. That's only a month and a half away! Anyway, I made dinner and then I put some carmels into the crock pot so that they would melt and then we could dip apples because a lady at work told me that would work.

The carmels burned! Horrors! Burnt sugar smells sooooo bad and here I was ready to have company over and stuck with no dessert! And stuck with a sticky crock pot full of hardened, black carmels: a new wife's nightmare. So I had this brilliant idea: sugar melts in water, so I will soak, empty, and soak it for a week! I think it is working, but it remains to be seen. . .

I am very happy right now because I have just found out that if the glass company can repair the crack, I don't have to pay for it! It is covered by my insurance and that is quite a relief because the damage wasn't my fault and I shouldn't have to pay for it!

I am sometimes unsure of what to write on here. Not that I am at a loss for words (never!) but that I don't want everyone to know everything, if that makes sense, but I still want to write about it. I guess nothing can truly replace good old journals. . .