A memorable moment…was when Snickers’ chased her first squirrel. This is progress for her. Usually the squirrels will chase her and she will run into the house and hide under the bed. She’s finally coming into her own.

I am grateful…that Miss Sam is on the mend.

I laugh…when I think on how Miss Sam reacted to my new cut and color:

Samantha: Mom, you look weird.

Mom: You don’t like it?

Samantha: I didn’t say I don’t like it. You just look weird.

Hmmmm…..wait another year or two and I am sure the roles will be reversed, don’t you think?

I love..my new hair cut and color. In fact….next appointment I am going to have some additional mahogany ‘peek-a-boo’ highlights put in. Thanks everyone for all your wonderful comments and support of my ‘risk’ of the month!!!

Something new….my new book bag. It was 30% off at Beall’s and I had $10.00 in Beall’s bucks so I was able to get a $40.00 bag for $18.00. I love it.

A joyful picture from this week:

Today’s Around the Square: Carol from She Lives. I have been visiting lurking over at Carol’s place ever since I made my appearance in the blogosphere. She is a lovely and talented individual. Go over and visit and have some fun. You’ll enjoy her post Thirteen Things That Might Coerce Me To Get Out of Bed In The Morning.

Today I am grateful for: having been a professor for five years. It means that I pretty much have my lectures under control with just a little tweaking to meet the needs of the current class demographics.

Today I will simplify my life: by getting my taxes done as soon as I hit the ‘publish’ button on this post.

Samantha’s Corner:

Dear Sam:

This week is the sickest you have been since you ‘caught’ the flu in Arizona when you were three years old. I have a suspicion that you ‘caught’ this flu from Miss Sue’s class when you went there Friday to mentor.

On Monday the symptoms you presented were a headache and extreme lethargy. As the week progressed they went full blown into aches and pains, sore throat, upset tummy, and eyes that hurt to move.

Finally by Friday you were able to get out of bed and eat a little bit. Today, although you are still quite lethargic, you are able to do what you like best…..be on the computer and eat steak.

I have to be honest and say that as a teenager you were not the best ‘patient’. I was unsure how many more days I could take the whining and the demands and reassuring you that your throat would once again not hurt and that your stomach would once again be able to handle something more than Ritz crackers.

Yet, once you felt more yourself, I had to say that taking care of you while you were sick was worth the ‘I love you Mom’ that you slyly snuck into the sentence ‘What’s for dinner?”.

Love, Mom