Shanon’s Blog

Wow! We are back from Disney World and I am so incredibly tired. Can anything make a person feel more loved and more tired than having kiddos jump on the for 5 days solid? I wouldn’t change a second of the time I spent with the families on the trip. I really bonded with more families this year, which was cool. There’s usually one kid who latches onto you and you really get to know during the trip, but this year there were more like 12 of them. The triplets, Stephen, Aaron, Michael, Toby, Caitlin, Ashley, Kenneth, Roxanne and Junior. They were all such great kids. I am pretty proud of myself because I only cried once during the trip. Yesterday when exhaustion sank in and I had to say goodbye to the triplets, I lost it. I’m such a huge baby. But it’s hard when you spend so much time in just a few days and then you have to say goodbye. It was a good trip, though, and I’m glad I got the chance to know them.

It’s a baseball hat day for sure. I took a shower last night and even shaved, but I just didn’t have holding a hair dryer up long enough to dry my hair in me. So I just went to sleep with a wet head. It’s a mess, but I promise I’m clean. It was nice being in my garden tub with my own shower curtain…not having to worry about touching it because it is saturated in germs.

I remembered yesterday while we were on the plane ride home that Kelly Clarkson is in town this weekend and I need to go. I can’t believe that I nearly flat out forgot that my favorite, my number one, MY American Idol is coming to town. I will stand in line if I have to, but I don’t want to. I’m pretty sure that Kelly reads my blog everyday. If you do, Kelly, I will be there on Friday. Look for me. I’m the brown headed, brown (or hazel) eyed one who will be screaming for you at the top of her lungs. That’s me. Man, I love her.

Otherwise I got nothing. My dog really missed me. My cat didn’t. Keith and I went for a quick dinner last night. I could write about the brilliance of the Muchaco, but I won’t. I love them. I’m sure I was horrible company for him, but he sat with me and kept a smile on his face. I love him. He told me stories of all the friends he saw while I was gone and those they have hooked up with…gotta love THAT…and all kinds of happy stories about life without me. That seems like it might be the way to go these days. But life with me will only be miserable until the holidays are over…then it’s happy, peppy me again. Is that an oxymoron? Happy…peppy…ME? I think it is.

Can I just ask one question. What’s up with girls who look like boys? And why is this issue on my brain right now? I’m by no means the girliest girl out there. In fact, some might say that I’m not girly at all. But I don’t think that anyone has ever had to do a double take to see if I’m a boy or a girl. I realize that there are all kinds of people in this world…I think I saw just about all of them at Disney World over the weekend…but this has been on my mind for a while now. I guess there is someone for everyone…this just isn’t for me. And does it say something about me when a person goes from dating me to dating a girl who looks like a boy? Do you judge yourself based on those who came before you and those who follow? I truly hope not because I’m screwed otherwise.