Oh, joy.

It's springtime, which apparently means it's time to get up on top of your house and play the guitar and sing in our neighborhood. At least three nights in the past week we have had issues with these neighbors, playing loud music, having parties, etc. It's not a new thing, but it ramps back up again when the weather gets warmer. We were all in the backyard playing when it started this evening - the kids couldn't stop looking at them, no matter how much I discouraged any attention from us. Our dad offered to get the BB gun out, but we resisted that temptation. It doesn't really make a difference if we call the police when they're being loud in the middle of the night - if they come out and it may stop, but it doesn't deter them the next time. I guess they're not underage . . . not that it would matter much. I'm tempted to find out who REALLY owns the house (somebody's mom and dad), get their phone number, and call THEM instead of the police the next time we have a problem.
Idiots.

My girls

Mom was looking through the pictures on my computer last night, and she said she thought I should put this on the blog. Here you go, Mom.

Senior-itis

Heard of it? I think I have come down with a baaad case. The symptoms are acute laziness, occasional apathy, and a complete lack of desire to study. It's pretty bad, and it's getting worse. I have a test on Friday, and even the fact that I'm half a point from having an "A" average for the semester has yet to motivate me to get off my hoo-ha and get busy. I also still need to plan my "day of choice" clinical day, for which I had a perfectly good day four weeks ago, but chose to spend it as a day off horsing around. I may have to plan it for a Saturday if I don't get on the stick soon. Uggh.
I even volunteered to keep baby Grey tonight and/or tomorrow . . . his momma needs a break, and tomorrow is PDO for Anna. I'll do anything to keep those books closed, huh? I don't guess she's taking me up on it tonight, though. We'll see.
Only one month to go, but lots to do between now and then . . . I think I need to go to bed.