Oh, where is spring?

Today was American History II study time.  While reading the chapter on industrialization, The Awakening by Kate Chopin was referenced.  I want to read it now! I almost logged into my Barnes & Nobles account to find it for my nook, Henry.  Then I remembered I still have 6 other books waiting to be read.  Also, The Red Badge of Courage is coming up.  There are two books I am dying to start reading soon.  The first one is The Scribe by Francine Rivers.  It is based on Silas from the bible.  I have read all of her other books as well, but I have a special interest in this one because my baby's name is Silas!  The other one is #5 in a series called Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning.  It is basically a book about monsters, vampires, etc.  Two completely different books, but I am sure neither will disappoint me!

I heard the dog toy squeaking, and was getting a bit annoyed.  It's a bit tough to hear myself think with all the racket the dog makes.  Then I realized the dog is outside.  Turns out my baby likes dead foxes, too!  It was kind of gross though seeing as to how the fox is covered in dog saliva.  I hear dog's mouths are cleaner than humans though...

I am just glad History day is over.  Now I can move on to more women writers from Pod 2 tomorrow.  Don't get me wrong, I love history, but I found 3 more reasons not to like Theodore Roosevelt.  He is my husband's favorite president.  Sometimes I wonder about that guy...

Now I am starting to wonder where my other two kids are. It is quiet in here now...and that scares me!

The Last Word of a Bluebird

As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, "Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made the ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax -
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing.