Sunbathing and Sleepwalking

There's Lyssie showing a little leg. We've been having a lovely, chilly (cheery) time.

Here's a little conversation we had this morning as I was a little foggy.

Lys: Katie, you're doing okay for the morning.

Me: What?

Lys: I mean, for how you are in the morning. A little grumpy sometimes?

Me: I'm being grumpy? Are you being sarcastic?

Lys: No, at least I didn't mean to be sarcastic... maybe you are grumpy?

Me: Oh, no, I mean, I don't feel grumpy. I thought you were saying I was acting grumpy.

We talk things out over here. I don't even know if this is an accurate account of the conversation.

now

Alyssa is here.

I am happy.

For Blondish

Here are some more from that Craggy weekend. You should get a little puppy.

Time to Move On

I realized that going to grad school might be a good idea when:

1. Theresa told me not to over-think it
2. I saw another Outward Bound job announcement advertising a full-time job to replace my 10 hours a week. Shit, I could apply, but wouldn't want it.

Congratulations to Me

My sister is now Dr. Sarah Dunn, but you'd never know it from these classy photos of me in her gown and floppy cap. The one on the right I like to call, "Oh, YEAH."

I guess the name on the diploma proves it...

And this photo with us.



And this one with these other people.

Yippie to my sister.

Thanks, Sass, for all the medical advice to come.

Craggy and Misty.

Connor, Daisy, and Spot found this turtle.

They call Daisy, the black one, "pig nose."

Ben's feet don't touch the ground. We enjoyed hot chocolate at the top of a misty Craggy Garden hike.

Pictures of Sass's graduation to come...

Plagerism?

Beth, Greg and I were brainstorming baby names for Beth's new niece. I suggested one.

Greg: Oh no, that was the name of our crazy student in Colorado. She tried to plagiarize the Bible.

Me (laughing): What?

Greg: Yeah, she got up in front of the class with her "poem." She started out reading, "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want..." and all the kids looked around at each other saying, "I think I've heard this before.."

She said, "No you didn't! I just wrote it!"

Now, if it were like our little kids they might have been like, "Oh, okay." But these were 9th graders. She kept insisting that she just wrote that poem.

We had to say, "Please sit down."