I missed yesterday, but don't know why. Too busy again, I guess.
Well, it is May. Finally. We had a near white out--meaning snow flakes so fat and falling so heavy I couldn't see past the parking lot at work--on Monday here. Crazy. today I am wearing capris and sandals. Springtime in the Rockies, they keep saying.
The Girl has her last final this morning. I think she said it went until noon. I'm leaving work early (about 2) to drive up and help her move out. She has a cleaning check--to officially get out of her dorm--about 5 PM so she has to have all of her things moved completely out before that. It's about a two hour drive to get there. I'm not sure how much cleaning I'll have to help her do, or if I just need to be there to pack all her stuff in the Durango. Either way, she is coming home tonight. And that makes me happy.
In order to get out of work at 2PM today, I stayed last night at work until just after 8 PM. I had a big embroidery order to work on. They need it done by the end of work Monday, but I was hoping to get it to them earlier, if at all possible. I love the days when I have enough embroidery to do--and have someone else there that can answer the phone--so that I can put my ear buds in and turn on Jim Dale reading the Harry Potter books. I mentally loose myself in that story and can listen to it over and over again. Pl;us, I have heard it so many time, it is very familiar and comfortable. Easily to do other things while I am listening--so a perfect factor to concentrating on the work at hand.
The Boy has joined Genius Golfer in the local golf course's Mens' Association and they play every Thursday night. (Which makes Thursday a good night to work late for me, when I need to.) The Boy has played on the winning team for the last three Thursdays. I'm not sure how it works, but they play for "skins" which equated to a dollar--and those add up depending on how many are playing (and putting into the pot of dollars). After three weeks of winnings, The Boy is starting to feel like a junior PGA player. Hopefully he won't start acting like it. ;)
It is The Girl's welcome home tonight. I need to figure out some kind of dinner plan, I suppose. Or maybe not, depending on how long it takes me to get her home tonight. Wish me luck to stay awake while I drive in the sunshine and springtime warmth. Life is good. I need to enjoy it more.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
How Did 17 Happen?!
Yesterday was The Boy's seventeenth birthday. How is this possible?!?
He wasn't feeling great the day before and woke up to a stuffy head and scratchy throat on his birthday. While he's not a kid who asks for medicine, I talked him into taking some multi-symptom cold meds before heading off to school. He told me he'd sit it out in his fitness class first period, but could make up the participation points by bringing in a scorecard from a round of golf. That's easy.
Still, it felt like a big let down for a teenage birthday boy. Maybe I'm grasping at the final straws of his childhood, but I felt bad that I didn't make a bigger deal out of his special day. So, on an impulse, I decided to run by the local Daylight Donuts--one of his favorites--and pickup enough donuts for his 2nd period class. He had math second period and his math teacher is a really pretty good guy. I bought three dozen donuts, made a big sign saying Happy Birthday, taped it all together and ran it over to the front office of the high school. I left it there for the office aides to deliver to the math classroom at the beginning of second period and got myself off to work.
About a half hour later I got a little text from The Boy that said "Donuts? Really?" At first my heart sank. Maybe he didn't like the surprise. Maybe his teacher wasn't as cool as I suspected. Maybe treats in class for a birthday had been outgrown. So I texted back, "What?! You didn't like them?" His response was "They were great. Thx".
Relief. I felt like a better mom after that little exchange. I was happy he got to be celebrated a little bit more than usual. It's his birthday after all. and he assured me there were plenty of donuts for anyone who wanted one in his class--with plenty left for he and his friends to chow down.
Genius Golfer took a sick day--though I didn't know that at the time--and fixed The Boy's truck. What we thought was a ring gear going bad on the torque converter, ended up being a loose bolt on the starter they replaced a few months ago. So that was a big relief! And it ended up a great surprise for The Boy that evening. GG had just helped The Boy change the oil in the truck yesterday afternoon/evening and the poor kid was stressing how he could help pay for the ring gear job in time to have his truck back so The Girl could drive her little Escort--that he's been driving while the truck wasn't starting correctly. So that was a GREAT BIG surprise to him.
We took him to dinner (win for me!) and we had cake and ice cream. It was low key, and just the three of us. I feel a little spoiled by the parent/child time we get with him having no issue of sharing him with friends. I know it won't last, but I sure relish it while he's here. During dinner I was just so grateful he enjoys hanging out with us and isn't embarrassed to do that. After dinner, we watched a silly half hour of TV and then he went to bed early hoping to wake up feeling a little better.
It was one of those days as a Mom that was like a payday. I love days like that.
He wasn't feeling great the day before and woke up to a stuffy head and scratchy throat on his birthday. While he's not a kid who asks for medicine, I talked him into taking some multi-symptom cold meds before heading off to school. He told me he'd sit it out in his fitness class first period, but could make up the participation points by bringing in a scorecard from a round of golf. That's easy.
Still, it felt like a big let down for a teenage birthday boy. Maybe I'm grasping at the final straws of his childhood, but I felt bad that I didn't make a bigger deal out of his special day. So, on an impulse, I decided to run by the local Daylight Donuts--one of his favorites--and pickup enough donuts for his 2nd period class. He had math second period and his math teacher is a really pretty good guy. I bought three dozen donuts, made a big sign saying Happy Birthday, taped it all together and ran it over to the front office of the high school. I left it there for the office aides to deliver to the math classroom at the beginning of second period and got myself off to work.
About a half hour later I got a little text from The Boy that said "Donuts? Really?" At first my heart sank. Maybe he didn't like the surprise. Maybe his teacher wasn't as cool as I suspected. Maybe treats in class for a birthday had been outgrown. So I texted back, "What?! You didn't like them?" His response was "They were great. Thx".
Relief. I felt like a better mom after that little exchange. I was happy he got to be celebrated a little bit more than usual. It's his birthday after all. and he assured me there were plenty of donuts for anyone who wanted one in his class--with plenty left for he and his friends to chow down.
Genius Golfer took a sick day--though I didn't know that at the time--and fixed The Boy's truck. What we thought was a ring gear going bad on the torque converter, ended up being a loose bolt on the starter they replaced a few months ago. So that was a big relief! And it ended up a great surprise for The Boy that evening. GG had just helped The Boy change the oil in the truck yesterday afternoon/evening and the poor kid was stressing how he could help pay for the ring gear job in time to have his truck back so The Girl could drive her little Escort--that he's been driving while the truck wasn't starting correctly. So that was a GREAT BIG surprise to him.
We took him to dinner (win for me!) and we had cake and ice cream. It was low key, and just the three of us. I feel a little spoiled by the parent/child time we get with him having no issue of sharing him with friends. I know it won't last, but I sure relish it while he's here. During dinner I was just so grateful he enjoys hanging out with us and isn't embarrassed to do that. After dinner, we watched a silly half hour of TV and then he went to bed early hoping to wake up feeling a little better.
It was one of those days as a Mom that was like a payday. I love days like that.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Sometimes, The Truth Hurts
The truth hurts.
Some days we are worse than others. But some days this is spot on, true. I'm just not sure which side I fall on. Again, it depends on the day.
Some days we are worse than others. But some days this is spot on, true. I'm just not sure which side I fall on. Again, it depends on the day.
Monday, April 28, 2014
From The Mouths Of RMs
Yesterday is church we had a farewell/homecoming for one family in our congregation. The second brother just returned from his mission in Tennessee and next week the youngest brother leaves for his. This family is a neighbor in our cul-de-sac so we have knows these boys pretty well.
The younger brother will be serving in the Alpine-German speaking mission. I'm sure he'll be great. He already looks the part. and he will definitely blend in better than most.
The returning brother spoke about a talk from General Conference that I remember feeling was spot on at the time, but hearing it again really touched me. She spoke on the Elder Hallstrom's talk called "That's Just Who I Am".
The gist of the talk in conference was that once we say, "That's just who I am" we eliminate the opportunity of change in our lives. Change is what this life is all about. Change is a gift given to each of us by the Savior's atonement. When we decide, fatalistically, that is just who we are, we dismiss His power to heal and change us.
Maybe it is because Genius Golfer told me I was asked to give the closing prayer, or because the message was powerful, I got a LOT out of that talk. And I ended up NOT having the closing prayer; GG was just giving me a hard time because he had been asked to give the opening prayer.
The younger brother will be serving in the Alpine-German speaking mission. I'm sure he'll be great. He already looks the part. and he will definitely blend in better than most.
The returning brother spoke about a talk from General Conference that I remember feeling was spot on at the time, but hearing it again really touched me. She spoke on the Elder Hallstrom's talk called "That's Just Who I Am".
The gist of the talk in conference was that once we say, "That's just who I am" we eliminate the opportunity of change in our lives. Change is what this life is all about. Change is a gift given to each of us by the Savior's atonement. When we decide, fatalistically, that is just who we are, we dismiss His power to heal and change us.
Maybe it is because Genius Golfer told me I was asked to give the closing prayer, or because the message was powerful, I got a LOT out of that talk. And I ended up NOT having the closing prayer; GG was just giving me a hard time because he had been asked to give the opening prayer.
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