It’s Employee Appreciation Week around these parts. So this morning as I approached the main hospital entrance there were two folks from administration grinning and handing out goodies to all employees walking through the doors. Words cannot express how disgusted I was when, as a “valued” employee, I was handed…a wrapped butter mint. I know that times are tight, and when I say I’m thankful for employment, that’s not just me blowing smoke. But a butter mint? Really? That’s insulting.
I had to spend a little time under the hairdryer this weekend. So I turned to Pinterest and ended up making three delicate little seed bead bracelets. I love them! They’ll be perfect this summer when I want to add a dose of color, but not weight, to my ensembles. I plan on making a few more, but need to pick up another packet of clasps before I can proceed.
Speaking of making things – do you craft? If so, what do you make? When LG is a little older, I think I’m going to sign the both of us up for sewing classes. She’s expressed interest, and if I could learn to make myself a pair of pants, I’d be a happy, happy camper.
Um…did anyone read “The View From Here?” I kind of forgot all about it. My Mom sent me her copy so I’m happy to have a discussion about it in a week or so if anyone else read it. Anyone? Anyone?
Do y’all have Sonic restaurants where you are? Let me tell you, I love this place! Their cherry limeades bring me joy all summer long and I now have a new reason to visit. They’ve declared this the “Summer of Shakes.” What, say what? I love – LOVE – a shake and Sonic has seen fit to tempt me with 25 flavors from which to choose. I’m going to stop short of saying I want to experience all 25 this summer, but really, I do. Well, all except for the peanut butter bacon flavor. I appreciate the juxtaposition of salty and sweet as much as the next girl, but I have to draw the line at pork products in my milkshake.
LG – and the rest of her elementary school – is in the middle of state testing. I really hate how aware of standardized testing she already is. She was glad we skipped church yesterday because “I need that extra study time, Mama.” Sigh. I want her to do well, and I’m certain she will (if she slows down and oh, I don’t know, actually reads the questions/problems), but I don’t want testing to be a major force in her life.
That’s it! What’s shaking in your neighborhood?!?