But only for the weekend! We haven’t seen him since the day we moved him into the dorms near the end of August, so it has been TOO long! So, gotta cram in the love in the short time we have before he goes back tomorrow! So, a few pics,…
What does he want for his first meal home?! McDonald's and a parfait! Weird!
Cuddling with his adoring brother, who still Donovan's BlackBerry!
Judging from my interactions with my children lately, I am pretty sure that the water must be tainted with some kind of psychotropic drug that only affects juveniles, particularly those 9 and under. Either that, or they have been possessed by small green beings from some as of yet undiscovered planet, the future planet Drive-A-Mom-Nuts.
For example, this morning, Ty started to cry while brushing his teeth for some reason unknown to anyone else on this plane of reality. I question him about it and he tells me it is because I said a bad word. Now, admittedly, I have been known to salt my language with creative and colorful words from time to time,… to time, to time, to time,…! Well, you get the idea. HOWEVER, I had not as of yet done so. Upon further torture interrogation conversation, I deduced that he decided I had called him bad. Since I had, as of yet, not had a reason to do so, I was pretty sure that I had done no such thing. After further conversation, and a few well placed armpit pokes, it was determined that he had hallucinated. At least, that was my deduction and he giggled, positive affirmation in my eyes.
Then there was Scott, in his room dressing. He was finishing up as I walked by his open door. I glanced in and stopped in my tracks. He stood there in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a polo over that. Fantastic. Except the polo was on backwards. Seriously, dude, how do you not notice the collar,… IN YOUR FACE??? And he didn’t. And when I pointed it out? He looked at me like I was the idiot. Um, really?!
I have smart children, really I do. And I am not just trying to make myself feel better. I have written proof that they are in the form of report cards. So,… WHAT THE HELL?!
Pretty scary stuff, since this accident happened just down the road from us. We live just outside village limits and this bus goes the opposite direction on the same road. Fortunately, there were only 5 minor injuries, like bumps and bruises. I didn’t even know about it until I was at dinner and overheard some people talking about it. Then the phone calls started from family members who heard it on TV. Poor little kidlets.
It’s only Wednesday and I am ready for the weekend, which is probably NOT a good sign, huh?! I blame it mostly upon the juvenile delinquents that live in our neighborhood and a sexist pig in the form of our Slum Lord.
It all began Thursday afternoon after school. I was in the back of the apartment and I heard a resounding crash on the living room door. A quick head count showed that none of my children could be responsible, as they were all in their own bedrooms or bathroom, changing out of school clothes. So, I raced to the door and opened it, just in time to see a bunch of kids disappearing around the building. Lovely. Whatever it had been smashed into the storm door, popping out the upper screen panel and the bottom window panel. I unbent them and put them back in place, no problem. The inner door was largely glass, with faux molding, making it look like a paned door. I was in a hurry so all I noticed at the time was that a bunch of the molding had broken. It wasn’t until later in the evening that I realized that the molding on both sides of the glass was shattered and the entire big pane of glass was falling out of the frame, with a lovely gap at the bottom, allowing all kinds of cold air to whistle on in. Fantastic. So, I called the work order in Friday morning,… and heard nothing. Corey had Monday off, so I made him call. Amazing, but they were here within a half hour! And, of course, the maintenance never even knew that I had called it in days before. My Slum Lord is a complete ass when it comes to women. Nothing gets done unless a man calls it in and that is freakin’ ridiculous. So, they look at it and agree that it is a loss. But, no doors to be had in Groovy Gouvy, so they had to get one from Watertown, and I didn’t get it until yesterday. Then it turned out that the opening for the door was not squared and slightly too large for a standard door, so it turned into an all day project. This is what I had going on most of the day,…
My portal to the cold outdoors!
Just keep in mind,… it wasn’t all that toasty outside! But, by the end of the day, I had this,…
The finished product!
Delightful! So that was Drama #1. Then there is Drama #2,… Corey’s car. Apparently there was a leak in his fuel line, leading to the tank. Evey time he filled up, there was leakage. So he took his car in on Monday to get it fixed, thinking it would be fairly low cost. So much for thinking. $565 and 2 days later and the car is fixed. And that was with a $300+ discount. I love Monro’s and their military love, but damn!
So that, and a few other little dramas, makes up my week thus far! BUT it is looking up because Donovan will be home for the weekend! WOOT!
I have had this for a couple days and kept forgetting to share! I finally remembered when my pal Del posted it on Facebook! Enjoy,…
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