Really?

If my parents were alive today I would so owe them a fabulous dinner and a cruise of their choice. When I was fourteen I was a ripe little piece of troubles and angst and right now my oldest man cub is paying me back for that time in my life. Just when I think we are settling down I get smacked between the eyes with more angsty, teenagery crap. Normal I am sure but not pleasant for any and all involved. I am mulling over buying stock in a gin company.

I love the idea of Man Cubs growing older but there are days when I miss the days of short pants and Piglet.

Bored

and wondering what happened to old friends that I lost touch with so I thought I would post a couple names, get them out in the universe and see what happens. Feel free to post names of people you might be searching about.

1. Kim Fuls- I miss her wonderful smile and sensibility. One of my favs from the Roe Boat.

2. Bridget Campion- Honestly, who had a better laugh.

3. Pope(Larry Carson)-just a good egg overall.

4. Eric Repp-my first crush and he had the coolest nose bleeds.

5. Greg Garland-my 5th grade teacher and so Mr. Kotterish. loved him!

No Virginia,

I don't mind getting older. A friend and I were talking the other day at work and she just had a difficult time believing that age didn't bother me. I put it to her this way, my maternal was 29 when she died of breast cancer and left two young children and a husband behind and my mom was 45 when she died and left myself, who was 15 at the time and my younger brother, Mat, who was 13, and Jay, was an adult but still in college. I an 43 now and I have young children and every day I wake up and am healthy I consider a gift. So, nope, age not a scary thing for me.

And tomorrow is Mammogram Day which makes me feel like Wonder Woman. I am not waiting for the other shoe to drop, just staying vigilant and ready to kick the ass of anything that threatens my days with my boys.

Highlight of Harriosn's field trip

they went to Tanner's Orchard and on the bus trip there Harrison
plucked a stray gray hair of mine off my sleeve. He thought it was so
cool that he showed it to a friend of his who also thought it was
cool. So cool that they bickered over who got to play with it.
Finally he gave it to the friend who broke it half so they both could
have a piece. Sigh....

Moment of Zen

Life is full of boring little moments, nothing earth-shattering just moments. Household chores have to be done, bills paid, lunches packed, notes written, stuff. But one of the things I actually love to do is laundry. Clean laundry makes me happy. Just happy. I love the folding and the scents and the warmth and the order. I always have. When I was kid I use to love doing my dolls' laundry, pulling them off the line when dry(nothing better in the world then clothes dried in the sun) and watching "Marry Hartman, Mary Hartman" with my Mom as I folded my dolls' clothes and she folded ours. It just left me content and to this day it just is my time to be domestic and go inside my head and let my troubles float away for a time.

Elizabeth Taylor

I have sick confession to make. Fat, thin, in between Vincent D'Onfrio is my Elizabeth Taylor. He is just gorgeous to me; I love him.

Thanks for asking

Thank you for asking.... but no, no, I have not watched the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. I greatly admire the tenacity and commitment of the athletes participating; I remember, through the years watching amazing feats with my family members; and yes, I realize the U.S.A. is far from perfect but no, no, I have not watched the Olympics in China. Just am not a fan of China and its abuses of human rights and I just cannot watch their pageant show. Nope, can't do it...