For Today...

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Outside my window... It's green, crisp, cool, and breezy and smells wonderful.

I am thinking... about the right path to take with homeschooling.

I am thankful...  for the three awesome guys in my life.

I am wearing... dark grey Old Navy sweats and a hot pink "love" t-shirt

I am creating... a poster board-sized family Bucket List for the rest of 2011.

I am going...  to get outside today. It's like a beautiful fall day.

I am reading... Don't Miss Your Life by Charlene Baumbich. It's laugh out loud funny and inspiring.

I am hoping... I'm doing things right.

I am looking forward to... Sunday.

I am hearing... The Break Room

Around the house... It's nice and clean. I just vacuumed.

I am pondering... What to do today.

One of my favorite things... Is drawing with Bug.

A few plans for the rest of the week: Doctor's appointment, seeing friends.


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Comments

Terra said…
I like your list, and think I would enjoy the Charlene Baumbich book too, since I like a series she wrote. Humor is always welcome.
August 11, 2011 at 6:48 PM
Lisa Miles said…
She's really funny, and I'm looking forward to getting her other books.
August 15, 2011 at 12:05 PM
Lisa Miles said…
She's really funny, and I'm looking forward to getting her other books.
August 15, 2011 at 12:05 PM
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