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Simple Woman's Daybook - June 15, 2009

From the Simple Woman's Daybook.

Outside my window...

The sun is shining. There is a light breeze. It is not too hot. Really, a beautiful day.

I am thinking...
What home schooling curriculum should I get for next year?

I am thankful for...
My portfolio review is over . . . I feel like summer can finally begin.

From the learning rooms...
Learning? Learning occurs here? I thought the only things that happened in this house were wrestling, light saber battles and guns fights!

From the kitchen...
Barbecue Chicken Pita Pizzas and Buffalo Chicken Pita Pizzas

I am wearing...
Shorts, a tank top and denim short sleeve shirt.

I am creating...
A new cover for our rocking chair. It is worn out and in need of a new look.

I am going...
To take the kids to the pool as soon as I am done.

I am reading . . .
I have caved to pop culture . . . . I am reading Twilight!

I am hoping...
My vegetables continue to grow well.

I am praying . . .
That I listen to God a little better.

I am hearing...
The boys cleaning furiously so we can go to the pool.

Around the house...
I think the room switch will happen this week!

One of my favorite things...
K's incredible personality. He is all generosity and hospitality.

A few plans for the rest of the week:
This is a busy week. Grandma and Grandpa P are coming. I am planning on taking the boys to Day out with Thomas. We are moving rooms. The carpets need to be cleaned.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...

None today . . . I need to get off the computer to get to the pool.

Comments

  1. Hi Katie,

    I’ve added a Mr. Linky at Grandmother Wren’s to make it easier for the Summer Daybook ladies to find and visit one another while Peggy is on vacation.

    Please stop by on Mondays to add your link – I’d love to see your Daybook there!

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