Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Happy Valentines Day.

If you're reading this, chances are pretty dang good that I love you. I've probably been thanking God for your presence in my life for years. What better day to tell you how much I love you then St. Valentines Day? How lucky am I that you are part of my life.
I do have some regrets however. I regret not telling you face to face every single day. I regret being so busy that I don’t call and I don’t write. I do love you. My family and my friends are the most important thing in my world.
Speaking of my world, boy did we get a snow storm today! It was so bad several school buses couldn’t take kids home and they had to turn around and head back to the schools. The kids are spending the night at school. How cool would that have been?
It took me 45 minutes to drive from work to Reanna’s school. During morning rush hour it normally takes me about 10 minutes to get from school to work and if it’s not rush hour it takes 7 or 8 minutes tops, even if I stop to pick up an extra kid every now and then. Well, my mothers house is 10 blocks away and it took me 20 minutes to get 10 blocks and the only reason I got there so quick was my van has all wheel drive so I took the back roads. If I would have stayed on the main roads it would have taken me at least an hour and a half. There were 5 or 6 accidents in between my house and my moms. The roads were slick, slick, slick and the snow was just white out conditions.
Well my kids are home safe and sound and didn’t have to sleep at the school. I did go to school today for Reanna’s parent teacher conference and learned that her teacher really adores her. Raina had this same teacher and I don’t think she ever said the kind of wonderful things about Raina that she said about Reanna. Of course there was only one area Reanna had for improvement and that was in the amount of reading she does at home. Her grades are all top notch and her teacher says she is the biggest joy she has ever had as a student.
Now Reanna is the class mayor and she’s also on the party committee so she decided that for tomorrow’s party everyone in the class is supposed to bring a white elephant gift. She’s planning on taking two boxes of microwave popcorn. We figured no child would be too disappointed to get that gift and they were on sale for a dollar a box. They still do the traditional valentines cards with all kinds of candy and they are having a snack smorgasbord. Reanna insisted on marshmallow popcorn balls. Now I’m pretty sure that’s something we made up. We made the marshmallow cream you make for rice crispy treats, pour it over pop corn and try really hard to make balls out of it. We died it pink. I think the other girls are fine without valentines. Except I’m sure Raina will have to come up with something for Trevor. Every time I think I can find something about him I don’t like, he finds some way to make me like him again. Now if I could just get him to play with Reanna for a while when he comes over she might be more accepting of him too. I hate to say we have to get used to him cuz it looks like he might be around for awhile
So after we made marshmallow popcorn balls we dipped strawberries in chocolate. We’re having a valentine’s bake sale at work tomorrow and my contribution is chocolate covered strawberries.
I would also like to tell you how much I love my husband. He amazes me. He works so hard at work and then at home and he still has time to spend quality time with his kids and even saves some time for me. I love him so much… Oh, I must have PMS cuz all I can think about is how perfect he is. Give it a few days and he’ll be some kind of devil husband….after all, we have been married for 20 years. Or ask me around my birthday or mothers day. I hate both of those holidays and they make me angry with him for no reason. Let’s talk about how much I love him then.
Well, marshmallow balls are done, the fish is fried, the zucchini is fried, the strawberries are dipped, the dishes are done. I think that’s a successful Valentines Day eve.
Love you all!
Karen

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