i wasn't going to write.

but, i changed my mind. (didn't what you to be disappointed bethany b.) it is late. or really early. perspectives... anyways. amber is coming home. actually, her plane supposedly landed in the cities on wednesday-- yeah, she is doing the 'friend mingling' prior to greeting her own blood-kin. i am just excited. excited to she her. and hug her. and hear her stories. and see her new tattoo that she is quite happy about. saturday is emma's big 'ol bash for her recent departure from high school. she has been getting all the mail. it has come to the point where i appreciate receiving bills-- just so i can start a stack of my own for the week. yes, it is a contest. emily. emily. oh-big-fat-one-for emily. james and karen. james. emily. oh, how i so subtly complain. of course, there have been times when i've received heaps of mail-- and pretty soon i just don't open them because i am sick of ripping the envelope that was purposfully sealed. actually, i am happy for emma. and thankful for all of these willing to "sacrifice" a stamp to congratulate. her smile is brilliant.___ tonight i watched 'secret window' with my dad. i have seen it before. it is a good amount of scary for me. i thought, "just in case, i get too freaked out-- he is in the room with me." this reasoning worked fine until, he started snoring really loudly. i laughed. then, i called to him. he woke up and decided to trot of to bed. i love that man. i was just fine watching the remaining bit in the dark by myself. (yes. i am still awake. but it has nothing to do with that...)__what to discuss with a screen that blares light alone, in the wee hours of the morning?__ the boys kept spraying old, stinky, colone and snazzy new guys' deodorant at the shop today. seriously. it is bad, i try to be stern and somewhat authorative with them when things could-soon-be-out-of-hand, but i end up cracking up. well. they are hilarious. "yes, it totally smells like my grandpa." "ooh. yeah. i like that one." "for real. stop spraying them. i have to be over here for awhile and i can already feel the on-set of a headache." "leave. now." by the conclusion of the entire ordeal, this was my only remark to the recent h.s. male grads who work at the shop: "i smell like a boy." i waved goodbye. they laughed, and continued to laugh.__ i went running. dusk. i thought i would see some deer. nope. only avery weaving throughout the tall ditch grass. he kind of prances like a fawn though. prancing dog. you could not even deny it if you saw him.__ i am leaving. consistency is grand isn't it? until a couple days from now... maybe.