On a whim, I acquired some ferns from a wedding we went to a few weekends ago, and now the fear of commitment is sneaking up on me. How am I going to keep 2 ferns alive?

It was quite nice to see family, and to get to know some of Tim's friends together. Who knew such a big reunion would happen in Isle of Palms, SC?

(thanks to Hallie for these pictures)

Last night, I had a dream (or nightmare) that I signed up for graduation incorrectly and therefore wouldn't be able to graduate.

After about five minutes of frantically lying there, telling myself I could just deal with it in the morning, I remembered I wasn't about to graduate from anything.

(a picture of us about to board the ferry to Southport. It's the first ferry I've ever driven a car onto, at least that I remember.)

Tim and I recently journeyed to Myrtle Beach, which is only an hour to an hour-and-a-half away from Wilmington. It is a town made up of

1) Beach apparel stores (you know, buy one shirt that has a bikini on it, get three rebel flag or and pirate skull-and-crossbones shirts free type of store)

2) All-you-can-eat seafood buffets, and

3) Miniature golf courses.

I wrote down every putt putt golf course we passed, and it totaled to 13 courses... and none of them are the equivalent to ghetto golf. I could list them for you, but to give you idea, they ranged from dinosaur theme, to Hawaiian jungle, to mayday crashing planes, to inside of a molten mountain theme. We chose to play pirate golf (although the facility couldn't do the pirate show until the church across the street let out, which is why you shouldn't play putt putt instead of going to church.)But that didn't stop us. Instead of playing the track where you get a pirate show, we did the track where you have to spin a wheel every third hole to make your game trickier. For example, I landed on spaces such as having to use my hand to throw the ball instead of putting it, or where Tim had to stand on the course as an extra obstacle. Here is Tim, demonstrating another obstacle, having to hit the ball with the other end of the stick.

Overall, I'd say it was pretty much putt-putt heaven. 13 courses!

You know summer is definitely here when you spend your Friday nights down by the river listening to a Journey cover band, and your Sundays at the beach and at the pool, listening to teenagers talk about who they are going to fight, and how they are going to do it.

(both pictures taken from a recent trip to Myrtle Beach)

I had a nice bowl of soup tonight, thanks to

1) Kris Allen winning American Idol, thus Tim (who thought Adam would win) owed me dinner for losing the bet and
2) The watching of the movie The Tale of Despereaux, inspired by my reading of the book, in which soup makes everything okay in the end, and
3) having to work today, which gave Tim the time to make the masterpiece, and made me fully appreciative. But really, why I wanted to mention that I worked today is to say that in the last two hours of work, we only had chocolate cupcakes. This allowed me to finish The Tale of Desperaux (although we had already watched the movie).

But hey... how about that Kris Allen? I'm turning into those people who go on and on about their brief glimpse with fame, because I was totally on the same intermural bowling team with his wife. Not that she would remember me now, but it goes to show, Arkansas is like one giant small town (no oxymoron here).

Happy Mother's Day to the best Mom I could ask for.

And, I am lucky enough to have a nice Mother-in-law as well!

And, of course, a surrogate Mom:

Happy Mother's Day to all!

I know we aren't suppose to call it swine flu anymore. The Razorback mascot is probably glad for that.

Thanks to Paula for emailing the pictures