week 19?

Apparently I didn't feel the need to blog for the last 71 weeks. Can it be true that I only have to live with my parents for about 19 more weeks? It seems to be true based on a quick count on the wall calendar. That is like a light at the end of the tunnel, sort of. A small, distant light anyway. The topic of blogs seems to keep coming up, so here I am again.

The last 71 weeks have been mostly filled with the wonders of dental hygiene, cleaning teeth, poking people with needles, getting poked with needles, stuff like that. There was a road trip with the monkey puppet and some work at the library in there.

Today as I walked past the middle school field I saw the last two straggling gym students running around the bark dust trail. I got that sick feeling that I always get when I see something that takes me back to my middle school days. Those horrible gym outfits, black shorts and a bright red shirt with your name written across the front in black marker. I think they make you wear those to identify kids who try to escape, like bright orange prison outfits. If anyone sees them they will say "quick, get that student back to the gym for their square dancing lessons or crab walk relay."