I'm not a big fan of ironing

Devan has chosen oxford style shirts for his school clothes and I have to iron them all the time. I don't like it. He won't iron them and that is not acceptable for me so even if I taught him how, it wouldn't happen. He doesn't care if he's wrinkled, he's 14, he's got better things to worry about like what he's having for lunch or if his pimple is noticeable.

My daughter is gone. She's in Oregon. She's registered for school and has been going to soccer practice. She has to get special permission to play soccer and we don't have an answer yet, but she's been going to daily doubles anyway. She is allowed to practice but cannot play in games until she has been granted an exception. She has already decided that even if she doesn't get permission, she is still going to practice with them all season. She is enjoying playing soccer with her friends again and just reconnecting with people. She genuinely tried here. She tried really hard to be involved and make friends and the only friend she really has was another new girl. After talking to her and hearing how things are going there, her spirits are already up and she is comfortable and confident. That makes it a little easier not having her here.

We had an employee luncheon at work. It was a very southern meal of fried catfish and hush puppies. No, not the shoes! Hush puppies are basically little corn bread nuggets that are deep fried. They taste a lot like the outside of a corndog. I tried both but didn't really like either. The rest of the lunch was coleslaw and tea. Everyone drinks tea and mostly sweet tea. I didn't eat much but stayed busy helping clean up so nobody noticed. :)

We are a pitiful bunch in the house tonight, Devan bruised his hand messing around at a friends house and my allergies are horrible. My eyes are very itchy and watery so if there are lots of misspellings or a sentence or two doesn't make sense, I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time proofreading.