Ponderings by Plowgirl

In my family, Sunday night is known as Pizza Night. Sunday night, pepperoni pizza, and 60 Minutes, it all goes together. To this day, I can't hear the "tick, tick, tick and the familiar "I'm Harry Reasoner, I'm Morely Safer, and I'm Ed Bradley" without tasting Mom's pizza. For as long as I can remember, we've had pizza on Sunday nights. She always made homemade pizza. She was FAMOUS for her homemade pizza. In fact, for one of the church bazaars, she put up a gift certificate for 2 homemade pizzas. It brought well over $100. I think she actually ended up making about 5 to fill that gift certificate, as a neighbor bought it, and we had their whole family over that night, plus the 5 of us! In college, I had several speeches to compose for Speech 102 class. One of the criteria for one of the speeches was an "exciting or overwhelming" fact. (or something like that). I'd just been home for the weekend. As I was driving back to M

Back in April, I mentioned that I wanted a new(er) car. The black 2009 Challenger was my dream car. Wellllllllllllllllll, that wasn't quite what I ended up with. I bought this car: Therefore, the old car is going to have to find a new home. (Altho, plowbaby swears we are keeping it for her to drive when she is old enough!) 1997 Dodge Intrepid Dark teal green with grey cloth interior Power and tinted windows Power locks with child lock-out back doors All new tires, and new battery Air conditioning works GREAT! Asking $2000 and hey, I will even shop-vac it out and maybe wash it for you! :=] email me for more information at kansasplowgirl@gmail.com

Well, yesterday was the last day of me being a mom to a baby. Today, she started preschool. "I'm a big girl now Mom" is quite a common saying for her now. On Monday we went school supply shopping, bought new tennis shoes at Payless, and had lunch at her favorite place - Applebee's. Tuesday, I spent the day convincing her that she IS going to preschool! "I'm not ready was her reply". I told her that I'd already paid for school, so SOMEONE in this household IS going to school! She thought that maybe Dad should go! But, I reminded her that Dad has to work, to which she replied that then I could go. When I told her that she would have to stay here alone, and I expected her to do laundry, dishes and have supper ready when I got home from preschool, she started reconsidering her options! Later in the day, her teacher Miss Barb called and visited with her a bit. That seemed to do the trick! After their conversation, she went to her room and picked