Yesterday was a good day. I got a lot accomplished at work. After work, I went home & changed into my workout clothes. I returned some books to the library and found a couple more to check out. Then I walked 2 1/2 miles at the Harding track. That felt good! I returned the movies I rented Friday night and then blew the walk with dinner at Sonic. Oh well. I looked through the Real Simple's Celebrations book that I checked out from the library while I ate. It had some pretty nifty ideas.

I cleaned the kitchen, straightened some, and, sigh, got out the wrapping stuff. I gathered all the presents and piled them in the living room by person (Emily & Ethan's on the couch, John's on some pillows, Mom's by the chair, Laura's - oh I don't have anything for her. Haha. Her pile was in the chair). I used all the bags that I could so I wouldn't have to wrap much (I know - LAZY!). I put all the bags by the tree. Yes, I have realized that some of the bags will need to be hidden before the Tucker invasion on Friday!!! Or I could break down and wrap. hmm. Hiding bags sounds more fun.

I got my order from Amazon yesterday - 2 presents for the 2 men in my life (Ethan & John) and a present for me - a book about finding the love of your life. It may sound corny, but it does have some good ideas and it just reinforced the decisions I've made about the men in my dating life. I did try eHarmony, but it's kind of expensive. churchofchristsingles.com is quite reasonable, and I've made some friends there. That's where I've "met" most of the guys I've dated since coming to Searcy. All of them are nice guys too.

Have you ever had that moment when you think, "Wow. I really am like Mom (or Dad)!" Reading over this post reminds me of my Mom for some reason. Maybe it's similar to her emails to us telling us all about her day. But that's okay! There are times when I think about how much like Dad I am. The first time was when Dad was in hospice in Texarkana. One morning, I woke up, went to the bathroom, pulled my hair back (so I could wash my face). I didn't have my contacts in yet. But when I glanced in the mirror, it hit me. I really look like Dad! Recently, I found a picture on Mom's computer. She had taken a picture of Elissa and me in Paris while we were waiting to go up to the Eiffel Tower. Even Laura thought it was weird how much I looked like Dad - from the way I was standing, my arms crossed, to the smile on my face. I'll try to get a picture of Dad so you can see it too!