Last night we went and watched some fireworks with friends.   That was a good time.   We played kamikaze pictionary, ate some good food, kept several kids out of the ER from walking into swings (the hardest task of the evening by any stretch. One little girl got clonked pretty good first)   Then we watched the fireworks show.  My friends live just behind the big field where they shoot off the fireworks, so we could sit in their front yard and driveway to watch and not bother with all the crowds.  It was awesome.

There was a flyover of some F-14 jets early in the evening.  I love that.  I love the power and the beauty of those planes flying in formation as they streak across the sky.  It is beautiful!  Right before the fireworks there was a smallish plane sort of hanging around near where the fireworks would be.  I kept thinking "That plane needs to get moving or it is going to get hit with a firework."   What I didn't know was that the little plane was PART of the show!   It didn't take long and I saw a trail of sparks.  I assumed the plane had dropped something that was going to burn as it dropped.  Nope.  It was a parachuter.  Then there were two more.  These three people all had some sort of sparkling streaming stuff attached to them.  I hope it was their feet, but I couldn't tell.  It was dark outside.  They criss crossed and wove their way across the sky.  It was so cool to watch them decend.  They landed right at the park where all the people were sitting. When the last one got to the ground.. then BOOM!  Fireworks.  It was a great show.  It was set to music on one of the radio stations.  One of the songs was about families that are here while loved ones are in the military serving overseas.  It was a touching song, but what I liked best is that when someone in the song would say "I love you and I miss you"   a firework exploded that was in the shape of red hearts.  Some were hearts within hearts.  WOW!!!  I was impressed.

I love to celebrate.  It helps you to remember the major events that happened that are cause for a celebration.  What a blessing to live in a country that has so many freedoms.  I hope that for years and years to come, we will be able to celebrate the independance of the United States of America!

Have a happy day!

I got a call last night for a job interview today!  I was a bit surprised at the call, but I'll take it.  It is for a kindergarten job at a school I've subbed for some.  It is today at 2pm.  Initially, I was excited.  Then... well...   I haven't had a job interview for a professional job for at least 13 years.  I think I may be a bit out of practice.  I hope I can find suitable clothes to wear.  I'm sort of heavy on the mom style of clothing and not so much on the professional style.  Whatever I wear, I've decided I must iron.  If nothing else, I can have wrinkle free clothes.  So besides a current copy of my resume and copies of letters of reference, what do you bring with you to an interview?  I'll take some tips if you've got them to offer.  Prayers would be great too.

Have a happy day!

Happy Monday everyone.   Hubby's birthday dinner the other night was fun and yummy.  The food was good and the company was good.  The fancy desserts turned out ok, but not great.  The melty chocolate had the wrong texture.  Oh well I tried.  It still tasted good, so I'm going to count that. 

Today, I'm helping little sister with her cookbook project.  I'm typing out some recipes she has found or made up.  It is no where near done though.  We are just still working on it.  I thought I'd get some typing done so it wouldn't be overwhelming later.

Hubby is off today.  Maybe we will go on a family adventure.  Who knows. 

I heard a new word recently.  It cracks me up!   I get to hear it on a regular basis too.  Here it is.... disgustavul.  I'll use it in a sentance for you.    "Ewww this leftover gravy looks disgustavul."   or.....  "That kid has a disgustavul habit of eating boogers".   I asked the original speaker of this word if "disgusting" is what was meant.  She said, no, disgustavul is a much stronger revulsion than disgusting.  Cool.  A new word for nasty things. 

I have a very very itchy thumb.  It is about to send me over the edge.  What is over the edge anyway?  Do I want to go there?  Do they have a ferris wheel over the edge?  I want my thumb to quit itching.  I'm going to wind up with no skin if I keep itching it.  bleh!!  That would be totally disgustavul.

Have a happy day!