I'm Random Too

Finally.  All the children are back in school on a regular schedule.  First time in a month.  And there's only about a month left before the school year's over.  At least for Lex and Shi.  Mauri will still have another month after that.  I envy those who have all of their children on the same schedule.  Back when I was young, we all started and ended the school year at the same time.

First day of school -- 1975.  Doesn't my brother look thrilled to be taking a picture?  
And yes, I still have that beautiful coral shawl made by my Grandma G.  I am such a lucky girl.  Seriously.

We had a good three months off for summer break.  Those were the days.

My friend Denise wrote on her blog about the randomness of 7th graders (you can read it here), and it made me realize that I am pretty darn random too.  It adds that element of the unexpected.  Spice.  A variance from the routine.  My randomness is not quite as entertaining, but here are a couple of random, ordinary day kind of things that have happened recently (there really isn't a  purpose to my sharing them other than the fact that my life is full of them):

Yesterday I took Shilo to the dentist.  As I was waiting for her, I browsed through the magazines on the table in front of me.  There weren't any People Magazines -- bummer.  I don't know why I enjoy them.  I guess it's because they really do make me appreciate my life.  I spotted a Money magazine with the title The New Ultra Middle Class.  It caught my attention, so I picked it up and found the article.  It's always fun to compare where you are on that scale of perceived wealth.  The article was interesting.  Once read, I flipped through a couple more pages, and found one of those Best Places to Live articles.  I looked for Louisville, CO.  I had heard on the news a few months back that it had made that prestigious list in Money magazine.  It's where Bill's office is located, and very far away from our lovely town of Parker.  It's occasionally crossed our minds (fleetingly) that IF we moved there, Bill's commute would be minutes versus over an hour.  And it DID make the list of the best places to live.  I wanted to see what the article said.  I flipped another page.  Oh, Salt Lake City made the list?  I started reading what it had to say... and came across a sentence that said something like this:  "We didn't choose Salt Lake City only because it will host the 2002 Winter Games..."  WHAT?  It WILL host the games?  I closed the magazine to find the date.  December 2000.  Are you kidding me?  Who puts a nearly 10 year old magazine in their waiting room?  And Money magazine?  Those numbers don't mean anything anymore.  I almost took the magazine up to the lady at the desk to ask her to kindly throw it away, but decided not to.  I know my limits, however, and I know I don't have any space in my brain to place random facts that no longer apply.  Another lesson learned:  check the date on any magazines you read during your time spent in waiting rooms.

Just call him Grandpa.  

Bill was attending a church meeting at another ward a couple of weeks ago, and a nice younger brother in the meeting said, "So, how are the grandkids?"  We laughed and laughed when he told us about it.  I guess that's what gray hair does for ya.  Something to consider as I decide what to do about my own (gray hair, that is).

I got flipped off the other day.  By a woman in a landscaping truck.  She made sure I saw it, as she stuck her entire arm out the window.  I was on my way to take Shilo to swim practice, and we had slowed down to watch a large herd of deer grazing by the road.  We were on a winding road in a neighborhood.  The lady (or should I say "female" -- she certainly wasn't behaving like a lady) was driving too fast anyway, but apparently I was not hugging my side of the road as much as she thought I should.  I have decided that people like that are just unhappy in their lives, especially adults who choose to express themselves that way.  It wasn't as surprising coming from the middle school student who flipped me off for honking when the driver of his car cut me off making a left turn as I was making a right into the same lane.  He was in the back seat and didn't even see (and I'm sure wouldn't even know) whose right-of-way it was.  I hate it when people do that, whether intentional or out of ignorance.  
What happened to WWJD?

Enough random ramblings for today.  I need to get a few things checked off my to-do list.