Every turn I take lately seems to be leading right smack into disaster. I'm so dog gone sick of really bad crap happening. I'm so ready for all of this to turn around.
Okay, so it did. My husband got home today. He was gone last night and we haven't spent much time together because of his crazy work schedule. Then there is the part where I'm leaving Sunday and returning the following Sunday while he leaves the following Monday and returns on Friday. Two weeks of no . . . well, no . . . well you know.
Anyway, he came home tonight, was kind and supported me in all of the tough crud that has been slamming my way. Dang, I love that guy. Thanks babe for buoying me up when I was crumbling.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Silence
I had lunch with Pattie today. We do this once a month and it has become one my very favorite things to look forward to. We laugh and enjoy each other so much. She truly is one of my besties.
Today, Pattie brought her son, Jeremy, with her. They were going out shopping afterward so he joined in our ladies lunch day. It turned out to be quite delightful. At first, Jeremy was pretty quiet. I quickly learned that that was mostly because the poor chap was hungry as the dickens! Once he ate his "man size" (that was HIS terminology) salad, he loosened up.
So the point . . . after quite a bit of conversation he said something that I've heard my husband say before that I find quite profound. He said that he has gotten a lot of flack from people over the years because they think he is "snobbish" or "has something to hide" because he is a man of few words. He summed it up beautifully: "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all!"
Hmmm, what a concept! But, really?!?!? I mean, the guy is REALLY quiet!
Okay but Skip says it another way: Think twice before saying nothing!
So when you see me in the near future keeping quiet . . . .NOT!!!!
Today, Pattie brought her son, Jeremy, with her. They were going out shopping afterward so he joined in our ladies lunch day. It turned out to be quite delightful. At first, Jeremy was pretty quiet. I quickly learned that that was mostly because the poor chap was hungry as the dickens! Once he ate his "man size" (that was HIS terminology) salad, he loosened up.
So the point . . . after quite a bit of conversation he said something that I've heard my husband say before that I find quite profound. He said that he has gotten a lot of flack from people over the years because they think he is "snobbish" or "has something to hide" because he is a man of few words. He summed it up beautifully: "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all!"
Hmmm, what a concept! But, really?!?!? I mean, the guy is REALLY quiet!
Okay but Skip says it another way: Think twice before saying nothing!
So when you see me in the near future keeping quiet . . . .NOT!!!!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Going Downstream
I was in a quandry . . .
I was finally ready (after about 8 years of riding hunters) and had conjured up the "nerve" to show my Black Horse. I bought the correct breeches, hair net and other garb necessary to show and have been riding diligently so that I had my confidence up pretty well. I was excited about the show today and cleared my calender so that I could ride. However . . .
I totally gapped out about the annual Weltz Family Reunion that was today. That's okay (thought I) they are every year and it doesn't matter that I miss this one. But wait!!! Julie (my sister-in-law and one of my "besties") is going to be in town from Phoenix and is coming. Furthermore, Skip was quite obviously annoyed at the fact that I wanted to miss the shindig.
Crap.
So I talked to my dear friend, Pattie Whiting, and poured out the dilema to her. She's a non-involved 3rd party and she would shed some light on what I should do. And she did just that! She advised me to do the "family" thing and show another time (well, there was a lot more to the conversation but that was the gist of it).
Once that decision was made it felt like my canoe was swiftly scooting along downstream. Everything fell together. I had a fabulous time visiting with Julie. We laughed until our tummys hurt and there were tears in our eyes (there are only a handful of people in my life that have that effect on me) and I actually had fun (shhh. Don't EVER tell anyone I said that).
So thank you Pattie, thank you Julie and thank you Black Horse for being there ready to whisk me away over those jumps. I'll be ready to do just that on September 5th and my calendar is marked and ready!
I was finally ready (after about 8 years of riding hunters) and had conjured up the "nerve" to show my Black Horse. I bought the correct breeches, hair net and other garb necessary to show and have been riding diligently so that I had my confidence up pretty well. I was excited about the show today and cleared my calender so that I could ride. However . . .
I totally gapped out about the annual Weltz Family Reunion that was today. That's okay (thought I) they are every year and it doesn't matter that I miss this one. But wait!!! Julie (my sister-in-law and one of my "besties") is going to be in town from Phoenix and is coming. Furthermore, Skip was quite obviously annoyed at the fact that I wanted to miss the shindig.
Crap.
So I talked to my dear friend, Pattie Whiting, and poured out the dilema to her. She's a non-involved 3rd party and she would shed some light on what I should do. And she did just that! She advised me to do the "family" thing and show another time (well, there was a lot more to the conversation but that was the gist of it).
Once that decision was made it felt like my canoe was swiftly scooting along downstream. Everything fell together. I had a fabulous time visiting with Julie. We laughed until our tummys hurt and there were tears in our eyes (there are only a handful of people in my life that have that effect on me) and I actually had fun (shhh. Don't EVER tell anyone I said that).
So thank you Pattie, thank you Julie and thank you Black Horse for being there ready to whisk me away over those jumps. I'll be ready to do just that on September 5th and my calendar is marked and ready!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Using Your Words
I was so proud of Jacob today.
Courtney got invited by her friend to go bowling this afternoon. We loaded up in the car and drove to the bowling alley. As we were walking Courtney in to meet up with her friend (and the friend's mom), Jacob calmly stated, "I'm jealous that Courtney gets to go bowling and I don't."
Now, this may not seem like a big deal to the average "Joe" but this is a HUGE break through for Jacob and for our family. Typically, Jacob would launch into a HUGE fit and be all kinds of pissed off that Court was getting to do something that he wasn't (and that he wanted to do).
I didn't say much as we were about to encounter said friend and her mother. Courtney greeted her friend with the usual squeals of 11 year old girls and the mom was a sweetie as she expressed genuine pleasure in seeing the girls getting together. She then looked over at Jacob and said to me, "Would he like to stay and join us also?"
You should have seen the grin that took over that little boy's face. It was priceless. Of course he got to stay!
Later this evening when he was in my office and it was just the two of us, I complimented him on how well he communicated what he was feeling. Now, if we could ALL be able to communicate our feelings in such a calm and direct manner . . .
Courtney got invited by her friend to go bowling this afternoon. We loaded up in the car and drove to the bowling alley. As we were walking Courtney in to meet up with her friend (and the friend's mom), Jacob calmly stated, "I'm jealous that Courtney gets to go bowling and I don't."
Now, this may not seem like a big deal to the average "Joe" but this is a HUGE break through for Jacob and for our family. Typically, Jacob would launch into a HUGE fit and be all kinds of pissed off that Court was getting to do something that he wasn't (and that he wanted to do).
I didn't say much as we were about to encounter said friend and her mother. Courtney greeted her friend with the usual squeals of 11 year old girls and the mom was a sweetie as she expressed genuine pleasure in seeing the girls getting together. She then looked over at Jacob and said to me, "Would he like to stay and join us also?"
You should have seen the grin that took over that little boy's face. It was priceless. Of course he got to stay!
Later this evening when he was in my office and it was just the two of us, I complimented him on how well he communicated what he was feeling. Now, if we could ALL be able to communicate our feelings in such a calm and direct manner . . .
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Service
This seems to be the buzz word of my life of late. I know, like, what?!?!?!? It's funny because I didn't realize it, but I think I just cruise through my life and just take care of #1 (that would be me just clear up any confusion).
So I have heard from numerous sources that service is what is going to make us the best we can be. I want that - who doesn't? Heck, even the first lady is preaching to us about it! My question is this; where do I find this service thing? Is there a store I can purchase it at or do I go online and google it?
Okay, but seriously, I really need to figure out how to find opportunities to serve. I know that that sounds like a silly thing to say but I think people are afraid to approach me because they think I'm too "busy". That says a lot about me and, I have to admit, I'm a little ashamed.
So the newest quest in my life is to figure out how and where I can be useful. Maybe it's just reaching beyond my comfort zone and helping a random person - maybe a not-so-random person. I guess we will all be sitting on the edge of our seats to see what I come up with (including me).
So I have heard from numerous sources that service is what is going to make us the best we can be. I want that - who doesn't? Heck, even the first lady is preaching to us about it! My question is this; where do I find this service thing? Is there a store I can purchase it at or do I go online and google it?
Okay, but seriously, I really need to figure out how to find opportunities to serve. I know that that sounds like a silly thing to say but I think people are afraid to approach me because they think I'm too "busy". That says a lot about me and, I have to admit, I'm a little ashamed.
So the newest quest in my life is to figure out how and where I can be useful. Maybe it's just reaching beyond my comfort zone and helping a random person - maybe a not-so-random person. I guess we will all be sitting on the edge of our seats to see what I come up with (including me).
Monday, June 22, 2009
Mean Mommy
Today after I had finished zoning my client I went on a walk with my friend, Jasmine. We love to get together once a week and walk and catch up on what's going on in each other's lives. We also love to dig into topics that we usually can't discuss with others. It's a beautiful friendship that I cherish.
Okay, so today I had to take the twins. I had no babysitter so I had no choice. It was a rather hot day and both of the twins were armed with a water bottle to combat dehydration. They finished their waters early and were carrying their bottles. Towards the end of the walk I noticed that Courtney no longer had her bottle. I asked her where her bottle was and she looked at me (get this) and said, "I don't know! It's gone!"
I asked, "Did you toss it on the side?"
"No," came the reply, "I don't know what happened. It's just gone!" (Does she really think I'm THAT stupid? Don't answer).
Well, there was a bunch of goats that were grazing off the weeds and excess foliage that had grown. They were fenced off but I did, however, notice a small water bottle laying yonder in their midst. Hmmm. "Is THAT your bottle?" Pouty face and a nodding head. Busted!!!! I quickly scooped up the child and set her over the fence to go fetch the bottle in question. I then informed her that that was SO not cool to litter. I then looked over at Jacob and noticed that his bottle was MIA as well.
"Okay, here's the deal, kids." Then, looking at Jasmine, "Sorry about this but I have to teach them a lesson."
Jasmine was really cool about it and said, "No, go ahead. I agree!"
"From here till we get back to the car, you will be picking up ALL the trash you see (about 3/4 of a mile). Yes, Courtney, even you. I will expect you to climb down in ditches or whatever it takes but you will clean up this area as we go."
Okay, so here's where the difference in my twins comes into play. Jacob got excited and was hollering everytime he found a piece of trash. He was climbing down hills and we even had to request he come back to us so that we could keep track of him. He had so much trash in his little arms that it was doubtful that he could hold another piece.
Courtney, however, looked like she was going to cry. It was like pulling teeth. We had to point out every piece of trash and tell Jacob to leave it for his sister. She was not a happy camper.
Well, we (um, they) collected gobs of trash and we were fortunate enough to run into a City of Livermore worker who gave us a trash bag to continue on our quest of picking up trash. All in all I think the twins learned a valuable lesson about littering and we were able to make our walking path just a little nicer for the next peeps that happen along.
Okay, so today I had to take the twins. I had no babysitter so I had no choice. It was a rather hot day and both of the twins were armed with a water bottle to combat dehydration. They finished their waters early and were carrying their bottles. Towards the end of the walk I noticed that Courtney no longer had her bottle. I asked her where her bottle was and she looked at me (get this) and said, "I don't know! It's gone!"
I asked, "Did you toss it on the side?"
"No," came the reply, "I don't know what happened. It's just gone!" (Does she really think I'm THAT stupid? Don't answer).
Well, there was a bunch of goats that were grazing off the weeds and excess foliage that had grown. They were fenced off but I did, however, notice a small water bottle laying yonder in their midst. Hmmm. "Is THAT your bottle?" Pouty face and a nodding head. Busted!!!! I quickly scooped up the child and set her over the fence to go fetch the bottle in question. I then informed her that that was SO not cool to litter. I then looked over at Jacob and noticed that his bottle was MIA as well.
"Okay, here's the deal, kids." Then, looking at Jasmine, "Sorry about this but I have to teach them a lesson."
Jasmine was really cool about it and said, "No, go ahead. I agree!"
"From here till we get back to the car, you will be picking up ALL the trash you see (about 3/4 of a mile). Yes, Courtney, even you. I will expect you to climb down in ditches or whatever it takes but you will clean up this area as we go."
Okay, so here's where the difference in my twins comes into play. Jacob got excited and was hollering everytime he found a piece of trash. He was climbing down hills and we even had to request he come back to us so that we could keep track of him. He had so much trash in his little arms that it was doubtful that he could hold another piece.
Courtney, however, looked like she was going to cry. It was like pulling teeth. We had to point out every piece of trash and tell Jacob to leave it for his sister. She was not a happy camper.
Well, we (um, they) collected gobs of trash and we were fortunate enough to run into a City of Livermore worker who gave us a trash bag to continue on our quest of picking up trash. All in all I think the twins learned a valuable lesson about littering and we were able to make our walking path just a little nicer for the next peeps that happen along.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
The Young Man I Saw Today
The young man I saw today would never smoke pot or participate in drinking alcohol.
The young man I saw today loves his family and enjoys being part of a great family.
The young man I saw today enjoys our church and going every Sunday.
The young man I saw today honors his parents.
The young man I saw today obeys the commandments . . . most of the time.
Yeah, I only got to see him for a few hours but it was a magical experience.
I knew he was there somewhere and I've been praying for him to visit me - if only for a bit.
I love him and miss him so terribly and wish he would come back to stay.
His dad doesn't believe that he's there anymore, but I know different.
Because I saw him today.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Stormy
It's ironic that the weather for the day of Brian's graduation party would be one of the stormiest days we've had this season thus far. Brian, has definitely been my stormiest child.
However, looking back, the weather for Brandilyn's graduation party was pretty nasty. I guess I don't need to elaborate on that any more. Suffice it to say, though, that the storm clouds have departed on that particular aspect of my life and I find interaction a pure pleasure with my daughter now.
Does this mean that there is hope for my son? I hope so. For today, though, I'm still waiting out the storm.
However, looking back, the weather for Brandilyn's graduation party was pretty nasty. I guess I don't need to elaborate on that any more. Suffice it to say, though, that the storm clouds have departed on that particular aspect of my life and I find interaction a pure pleasure with my daughter now.
Does this mean that there is hope for my son? I hope so. For today, though, I'm still waiting out the storm.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
It Came to Stay
I am so grateful that the scriptures repeatedly remind us that "it came to pass". That brings me comfort that the rubbish in my life is just passing through. However, if this weren't true, then the following would be an ideal exerpt from the scriptures detailing my life:
1 And it came to stay that Jody grew many herbs and other medicinal plants and was able to help many people who were afflicted with much injury and illness through the gifts that were given her.
2 And it came to stay that Skip and Jody were abundant in all things good; in clothing, in foods, in shelter and many other temporal things.
3 And it came to stay that their children waxed strong in the gospel and grew to be worthy individuals that contributed much to their communities.
4 And it came to stay that they traveled from place to place with much ease (i.e. there was no traffic).
5 And it came to stay that Skip and Jody were able to spend much quality time together.
And so it shall be!
1 And it came to stay that Jody grew many herbs and other medicinal plants and was able to help many people who were afflicted with much injury and illness through the gifts that were given her.
2 And it came to stay that Skip and Jody were abundant in all things good; in clothing, in foods, in shelter and many other temporal things.
3 And it came to stay that their children waxed strong in the gospel and grew to be worthy individuals that contributed much to their communities.
4 And it came to stay that they traveled from place to place with much ease (i.e. there was no traffic).
5 And it came to stay that Skip and Jody were able to spend much quality time together.
And so it shall be!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Can you Believe This?
I was fretting about this about two days after it was due. We, the parents of the seniors, were supposed to submit a collage of our graduating child to be displayed at the grad night party. For whatever reason, I neglected to see the notice and just gapped it out.
Okay, so it's the day of graduation and here I am trying to figure out how am I going to put this thing together? I just happened to be on the phone with my wonderful friend, Mary Coolbear, who informed me that Costco can bang this bad boy out in 0.24 seconds flat! Well . . . she's right!!! Talk about saving the day! I uploaded my photos, picked my kid's favorite color for the background and badda bing, badda bang instant collage.
Thanks Costco for saving my bacon and thanks Mary Coolbear for being there when I needed you!
On My Mind
Made a big decision today. Followed through. It feels right but hurts nonetheless. Sometimes life is just that way.
Got a lot on my plate right now. Seems like that is my story a lot. It's funny cuz I always feel like I'm never going to get through whatever is pending and then I seem to pull it all off at the last minute. What does that say about my personality?
Keep trying to eat well. I have all these great resolutions and then the afternoon rolls around and I dive head first into the nearest chocolate pile I can find. Wtf???
It's starting to dawn on me that one day I'm going to be alone without all of my children around to keep my life hopping. I guess I should be sad about that fact but, actually, I think I'm looking forward to the challenge.
Why do I always bite off more than I can chew? Why can't I ever learn to say "no"? Maybe that also says something about my personality.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday Sunday
It's funny cuz I didn't want to go to church in the first place. Skip's knee is recovering from surgery last Thursday and it was a brilliant excuse for the fam to stay home and help him through his recovery.
The Lord had other plans (dang it). Jana called and asked me to sub her class. How can I say "no" to Jana? Well, I didn't. Soooo, I planned on just going for the second hour and zipping back home again.
Skip woke up this morning and was able to actually walk on his sad leg (bad news for me). I prepared my lesson (I had to use a conference talk cuz I lost the 411 Jana had given me - shhh, don't tell Jana). Since it was obvious that Skip didn't REALLY need us, I woke up the twins and reluctantly did the right thing - went to church for the whole block.
Low and behold, I had one of the bestest Sundays in about 1-1/2 years! Sacrament was awesome and then I went to teach my class (with my well-prepared lesson). Hahahaha. Joke's on me! NOBODY showed up. The lesson was meant for your's truly. Relief Society was rockin and now I'm home feeling very well-fed spiritually.
Who woulda thunk it??
The Lord had other plans (dang it). Jana called and asked me to sub her class. How can I say "no" to Jana? Well, I didn't. Soooo, I planned on just going for the second hour and zipping back home again.
Skip woke up this morning and was able to actually walk on his sad leg (bad news for me). I prepared my lesson (I had to use a conference talk cuz I lost the 411 Jana had given me - shhh, don't tell Jana). Since it was obvious that Skip didn't REALLY need us, I woke up the twins and reluctantly did the right thing - went to church for the whole block.
Low and behold, I had one of the bestest Sundays in about 1-1/2 years! Sacrament was awesome and then I went to teach my class (with my well-prepared lesson). Hahahaha. Joke's on me! NOBODY showed up. The lesson was meant for your's truly. Relief Society was rockin and now I'm home feeling very well-fed spiritually.
Who woulda thunk it??
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Divorce
Today, as I was walking to my car from a professional plaza, I walked past an attorney's office. The attorney was sitting by the window obviously on the phone with her female client. She was speaking loud enough for me to hear on the sidewalk outside. She said, "He will be served the papers at your house at 7:00 p.m. tonight." It doesn't take a genius to figure what THAT was about.
It makes me to be sad that that is what our society has come to. It is just commonplace to file for divorce when the going gets tough. Now, don't get me wrong, there are times when it is absolutely the ONLY solution (abuse or infidelity would be a couple of those times), but not because of common everyday bickering or whatever.
I am from a split home, I married a man that had previously been married and, yes, I am on my second marriage. See a pattern??? I have watched first hand from every angle possible what this does to the children involved and have made the choice long ago that I was in this relationship for the long haul. I was NOT going to destroy the childhood of these precious souls that I have been entrusted.
Okay, so now I'll step away from my soap box. I had to just get that off my chest. So, peeps, just hang in there and don't get all caught up in the drama of our day and choose to jump on that old "D" bandwagon. Brighter days are ahead and I'm sooooo looking forward to my future with that stud I call my husband!!!
It makes me to be sad that that is what our society has come to. It is just commonplace to file for divorce when the going gets tough. Now, don't get me wrong, there are times when it is absolutely the ONLY solution (abuse or infidelity would be a couple of those times), but not because of common everyday bickering or whatever.
I am from a split home, I married a man that had previously been married and, yes, I am on my second marriage. See a pattern??? I have watched first hand from every angle possible what this does to the children involved and have made the choice long ago that I was in this relationship for the long haul. I was NOT going to destroy the childhood of these precious souls that I have been entrusted.
Okay, so now I'll step away from my soap box. I had to just get that off my chest. So, peeps, just hang in there and don't get all caught up in the drama of our day and choose to jump on that old "D" bandwagon. Brighter days are ahead and I'm sooooo looking forward to my future with that stud I call my husband!!!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Maturity
Brian is 18 years old and is on the threshold of graduation from high school. It has been about 13 years of really tough stuff with this guy. He has not been the easiest child to raise. We have dealt with quite a menagerie of issues. I have lost my temper on quite a few occasions and have since learned to bite my tongue, turn and walk away from a comfrontation.
It seems like just a couple of months ago and we were dealing with some stuff that I choose not to share but suffice it to say that is was a biggie. Oh wait, it WAS just a couple of months ago. My, my, my how things change so dang quickly in my life. Okay, so a couple of months ago I thought, "Gosh, it will be such a relief to get this kid graduated and out of the house. I can't take another minute of this crap!!"
So flash forward to today. Brian and I just got home from driving up to Paradise to see my dad (about a 3 hour drive each way). We went up yesterday, spent the night in a motel with the twins and drove back today. I zoned both of my parents last night while Brian went out and got dinner for all of us, took his brother out for a walk (they were both climbing the walls) and then took the twins out to the bowling alley for an evening of fun. He brought them back and got them to bed because I was pretty much checked out when they returned.
This morning, my parents came over to the motel and got zoned again. Brian got the twins ready, took them both for a walk to get them out of the way and then he packed up the car so that it was ready for our trip back home. We drove home and chatted the whole way. He shared with me how he regrets a lot of the actions of his past and is trying so darn hard to be more responsible. He has apologized to a lot of people that he has wronged over the years and is feeling really great about himself.
Yeah, bad stuff still happens (quite a bit of crap lately that is just plain bad luck or maybe a little bit of carelessness) but he is handling it with a lot more maturity. He is taking responsiblity for his actions - something I never thought I would see. He enjoys his job a LOT and loves loves, LOVES working with kids.
So now I find myself saying to me, "Dang, I sure do wish this guy could live with us a lot longer. He is really a pleasure to be around." And wouldn't you know it? He's going to be staying with us and attending the community college locally.
You know what he said to me today? "Mom, I just don't know how you have dealt with all the crap us kids have given you over the years. We, and especially me, just haven't been easy!"
Amen.
It seems like just a couple of months ago and we were dealing with some stuff that I choose not to share but suffice it to say that is was a biggie. Oh wait, it WAS just a couple of months ago. My, my, my how things change so dang quickly in my life. Okay, so a couple of months ago I thought, "Gosh, it will be such a relief to get this kid graduated and out of the house. I can't take another minute of this crap!!"
So flash forward to today. Brian and I just got home from driving up to Paradise to see my dad (about a 3 hour drive each way). We went up yesterday, spent the night in a motel with the twins and drove back today. I zoned both of my parents last night while Brian went out and got dinner for all of us, took his brother out for a walk (they were both climbing the walls) and then took the twins out to the bowling alley for an evening of fun. He brought them back and got them to bed because I was pretty much checked out when they returned.
This morning, my parents came over to the motel and got zoned again. Brian got the twins ready, took them both for a walk to get them out of the way and then he packed up the car so that it was ready for our trip back home. We drove home and chatted the whole way. He shared with me how he regrets a lot of the actions of his past and is trying so darn hard to be more responsible. He has apologized to a lot of people that he has wronged over the years and is feeling really great about himself.
Yeah, bad stuff still happens (quite a bit of crap lately that is just plain bad luck or maybe a little bit of carelessness) but he is handling it with a lot more maturity. He is taking responsiblity for his actions - something I never thought I would see. He enjoys his job a LOT and loves loves, LOVES working with kids.
So now I find myself saying to me, "Dang, I sure do wish this guy could live with us a lot longer. He is really a pleasure to be around." And wouldn't you know it? He's going to be staying with us and attending the community college locally.
You know what he said to me today? "Mom, I just don't know how you have dealt with all the crap us kids have given you over the years. We, and especially me, just haven't been easy!"
Amen.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Weltz Times
If my life were chronicled in a newspaper, this is what today's headlines would read:
Uneventful Wednesday Passes in Family's Life
Sad that this would be noteworthy, but true
Almost All Expenses Recovered From Foiled Prom
Teenagers Arrive Home Before Midnight on School Night
Son Nags Mom to do Her Homework
Mysterious Caller at 2:00 a.m. - Amnesiac Mom Can't Recall Details
Like Who, What and Why!!!
Thunder and Lightning Storm Drives Cats and Dogs in at 3:00 a.m.
Marley Mauls Yet Another Victim at 4:00 a.m.
Marley would be Brandilyn's obnoxious cat that is temporarily in our custody
Ample Daylight Allows 5:00 a.m. Run in Park With Dogs
Fatigue Forces Mom to Schedule Nap for Today
Uneventful Wednesday Passes in Family's Life
Sad that this would be noteworthy, but true
Almost All Expenses Recovered From Foiled Prom
Teenagers Arrive Home Before Midnight on School Night
Son Nags Mom to do Her Homework
Mysterious Caller at 2:00 a.m. - Amnesiac Mom Can't Recall Details
Like Who, What and Why!!!
Thunder and Lightning Storm Drives Cats and Dogs in at 3:00 a.m.
Marley Mauls Yet Another Victim at 4:00 a.m.
Marley would be Brandilyn's obnoxious cat that is temporarily in our custody
Ample Daylight Allows 5:00 a.m. Run in Park With Dogs
Fatigue Forces Mom to Schedule Nap for Today
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Unbelievable!
Senior Ball 2009.
About a month ago or so: Brian asks a young lady (Fannie) to the dance. Fannie lives about 2 hours away and he makes the trip up to her to bring her the paperwork and then back again to pick it up. Brian is sooooo excited that Fannie is going with him to Senior Ball. Senior Ball is THIS Saturday night.
Monday, 12:00 noon: Brian has forgotten to order his tux so he is at the formalwear shop ordering it. He calls Fannie to find out what color she wants him to wear to match her dress. She tells him "cream" and he orders the tux accordingly. There is a $20 rush charge because we are so late in ordering the thing.
Monday, 2:30 p.m.: I order the wrist corsage for Fannie. Brian is flying high. Very excited about Senior Ball and the fact that the beautiful Fannie is his date.
Monday, 3:00 p.m.: Fannie calls Brian and informs him that she can't go. "Her mom won't let her." WTF?!??!?! Brian is devastated. I ask him to ask Jessica over at the other high school in our town. He does and she says she'll let him know.
Tuesday, 8:30 a.m.: I'm in the office explaining the situation to the staff. They inform me that I have till 3:00 p.m. today to turn in new paperwork for the new date with the school's signature, parent's signature and date's signature. I cancel my day. I am up for the challenge. This is important to my son!
Tuesday, 8:45 a.m.: Jessica's mom says she can't go. But wait! There is another young lady, Chelyse, in Chico that he super duper likes and she wants to go. Yes! She's gonna ask her mom. I talk to her and let her know that I will be waiting to fax the form to her school and to make sure her and her mom also sign the form. She sounds really sweet and, get this, SHE'S LDS!!!
Tuesday, 9:00 a.m.: Chelyse's mom says she can't go. What is with these moms? Is there a mother's communist plot against my son? I mean, really, ladies! He just wants to escort your lovely daughter to the Senior Ball!!!!!
Tuesday, 10:00 a.m.: We have decided to bag the whole Senior Ball. Brian is super depressed, I'm totally bummed. I will go by the school and attempt to get some or all of our money refunded.
Tuesday, 10:15 a.m.: But wait! There's more! Zohaib. The kid that is staying with us that is from Pakistan. He wasn't able to go because of funding challenges and he would be the perfect fun Senior Ball companion. I think, "Perfect!" and make my way, once again, to the school to turn in the paper. They put his name down and it's a done deal . . . or so I THINK!
Tuesday, 11:00 a.m.: Zohaib texts me to inform me that he is blocked because of his grades. Are you freakin kidding me????? He has an appointment with is advisor tomorrow morning to get the thumbs up or the thumbs down. It really isn't looking good.
Right here, right now: Nothing will surprise me at this point. It is what it is.
About a month ago or so: Brian asks a young lady (Fannie) to the dance. Fannie lives about 2 hours away and he makes the trip up to her to bring her the paperwork and then back again to pick it up. Brian is sooooo excited that Fannie is going with him to Senior Ball. Senior Ball is THIS Saturday night.
Monday, 12:00 noon: Brian has forgotten to order his tux so he is at the formalwear shop ordering it. He calls Fannie to find out what color she wants him to wear to match her dress. She tells him "cream" and he orders the tux accordingly. There is a $20 rush charge because we are so late in ordering the thing.
Monday, 2:30 p.m.: I order the wrist corsage for Fannie. Brian is flying high. Very excited about Senior Ball and the fact that the beautiful Fannie is his date.
Monday, 3:00 p.m.: Fannie calls Brian and informs him that she can't go. "Her mom won't let her." WTF?!??!?! Brian is devastated. I ask him to ask Jessica over at the other high school in our town. He does and she says she'll let him know.
Tuesday, 8:30 a.m.: I'm in the office explaining the situation to the staff. They inform me that I have till 3:00 p.m. today to turn in new paperwork for the new date with the school's signature, parent's signature and date's signature. I cancel my day. I am up for the challenge. This is important to my son!
Tuesday, 8:45 a.m.: Jessica's mom says she can't go. But wait! There is another young lady, Chelyse, in Chico that he super duper likes and she wants to go. Yes! She's gonna ask her mom. I talk to her and let her know that I will be waiting to fax the form to her school and to make sure her and her mom also sign the form. She sounds really sweet and, get this, SHE'S LDS!!!
Tuesday, 9:00 a.m.: Chelyse's mom says she can't go. What is with these moms? Is there a mother's communist plot against my son? I mean, really, ladies! He just wants to escort your lovely daughter to the Senior Ball!!!!!
Tuesday, 10:00 a.m.: We have decided to bag the whole Senior Ball. Brian is super depressed, I'm totally bummed. I will go by the school and attempt to get some or all of our money refunded.
Tuesday, 10:15 a.m.: But wait! There's more! Zohaib. The kid that is staying with us that is from Pakistan. He wasn't able to go because of funding challenges and he would be the perfect fun Senior Ball companion. I think, "Perfect!" and make my way, once again, to the school to turn in the paper. They put his name down and it's a done deal . . . or so I THINK!
Tuesday, 11:00 a.m.: Zohaib texts me to inform me that he is blocked because of his grades. Are you freakin kidding me????? He has an appointment with is advisor tomorrow morning to get the thumbs up or the thumbs down. It really isn't looking good.
Right here, right now: Nothing will surprise me at this point. It is what it is.
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