Amy Writes

A couple days ago, Eden had a fire drill in school. I forgot to warn her about fire drills. She hates loud noises, so my understanding is that she spent the duration of the fire drill buried in her teacher's side. Today, Eden's class had another kind of drill. According to Eden, it was a "Volcano Drill." She explained that instead of going outside, they got on the ground real close to the wall and tucked their heads between their knees. Seems like a bad idea to me - my instincts would tell me that in the event of volcanic eruption, you run like crazy. Although, really, a volcano in South Florida would likely symbol Jesus's arrival - so maybe on your knees is the place to be. Or maybe it was a tornado drill.

My cell phone has a very standard ring. "Bop ba-da-bop bop bop!" (or, for you pitch perfect readers, C-E-C-G-G-C). I chose it because it's not annoying. But when a very special, select few call or text me (though it seems to be seeping into the rest of my contact list for reasons unknown), I have a very non-standard ring. Several times a day, Billy rocks my phone to life and I get to sing along: You may be right! I may be crazy... OHHHH but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for! turn out the lights... It's been set like that for months and I have to confess, it still makes me smile. Every. Single. Time. It was quite possibly the happiest $1.99 I have ever spent. There are still times when I let it go to voice mail so the song will play through. I continue to answer the phone singing the next line. It doesn't seem to be getting old. Maybe that is a sign that I am?

Soon I will post about: 1. School 2. Spiritual Renewal 3. My book 4. Health care But for now, I leave you to ponder the absurdity of The Abstinence Thong.

***Addendum/Disclaimer/Clarification*** I am told this could be interpreted as me saying I don't have any friends. Not at all what I was saying!! God has blessed me with many wonderful, wonderful friends. I have friends who I know would do anything for me, and friends I can talk to on the phone for a really long time every night, and friends I can talk to every six months and still consider among my closest allies. I LOVE my friends. This post was just an observation that I seem to operate best with each of those friends, one at a time . On the rare occasions that I get to go out for a girls' night - the "girls" are not a given, whereas if I had a Group, one wouldn't have to ask with whom I spent the girls' night. It would be obvious: I was with my Group. I managed to learn a few things in middle school. For instance, I learned that adults liked me more than kids did. I learned that girls could be really, truly mean, but that I still really, really wanted to b...

God knew we weren't entirely ready to start school. Tropical Storm Fay steps in to give us another day or two! Tropical Storm Fay also steps in to take over our Sunday while we make the necessary preparations. This becomes the day of "how much gasoline can we get, how much laundry can we do, how much can we eat out of our fridge and freezer, how much water can we freeze, how many grandmothers can we help, how close can we stack our porch furniture to the wall..." So, I'd better get moving. There's a storm front coming! (See, I've told you there's a Billy Joel lyric for every possible situation.)

Epcot, by Eden, Age 5 Shark Attack, by Eden, age 5.