Any fan of Simon and Garfunkel is an automatic friend of mine.
I found a classic rock station. I have listened to it so much. Every time I hear an ELO or Chicago song I think of my dad. Love that guy! Started a book last night and read some of it today after I was finally home from work and school for the day.
     I have tomorrow off, and to be honest, I kind of don't like having days off even though I know they are good for me.
Oh guess what??? I got up at 6:30 this morning to drive Brenda to work, and when I got home I didn't go back to bed. Mom, aren't you proud? hehehe
    I also gave a sort of presentation at school today. I had to teach on "Danger Signs" as if I were addressing the women of  a village. Every time I talk in front of people now I get so proud of my self. I remember a few years ago I would about black out when talking in front of groups.  I guess I can thank my COMP 101 class for helping me feel at least a bit more comfortable talking in front of people. That and giving speeches with no notes. Tonight I had a little piece of paper with  probably a total of 10 words on it. ha
   I wrote down what my "intro sentence" was supposed to be, which I honestly never looked at after writing it, and a few signs and symptoms. Hooray for the Irish gift of Eloquence.




ALSO after I picked Brenda up from work, she stopped off at Petsmart to get a sweater for Ziggy who got groomed and shaved a few days ago and has been freezing her little butt off. I stayed in the car reading because I know I cannot handle going into pet stores because they have Bulldog books that make me so sad. SO I was sitting in the car reading, and Brenda comes out of the store with this guy who is walking a super cute boy bulldog. The guy came out of the store just so I could pet his Bully. SOOO CUTE! I snuggled the pup and scratched it's bottom and rubbed it's wrinkly face and soft ears.(the bulldog was a boy, but I felt like if I said "I scratched his bottom" I may be talking about the owner and not the dog. Had to clarify. You know?)  It was great.
  I miss my Honey dog really bad though. I think my parents should send her back to the states to live with me.

        Dear dad and mom,
 Please send Honey back to her human, Me, as soon as possible. She is missed dearly and would love this glorious area.  I can hold off until after I am home from Ecuador, because then I will hopefully be living more downtown anyway, but not much longer than that. 
  Sincerly your smarty pants daughter,
Hanna-banana-bread


Sorry for how unbelievably random this post is. My thoughts do that sometimes.