Today my son started his college experience.
My pride in my son increases - he's worked hard to earn his scholarships to the college of choice and is making full use of them starting today. Mondays and Thursdays are his very busy class days, with Tuesdays and Wednesdays leaving time for a class or two and then plenty of study opportunities. Fridays are a busy day as well, but he finishes up early enough in the day to enjoy some hours to himself.
Over the summer he took a required gen ed course to dip his toes into college life and see what he could expect come fall. He's really glad he did.
Plus he got an "A" in said course, which makes mommie dearest very happy indeed. Then two of the guys he got to know in that class ended up being in one of his classes today - he's already made some friends!
This evening he has two IT classes - those will be the real test of his college mettle. They're three hours each. Ouch!
But hey, they will be pretty fun classes (for him anyway). Because of his college prep classes and hard work his senior year, he was allowed to skip the pre-req gen ed requirements and go straight to the "fun" classes. Of course, he'll have to squeeze those gen ed classes in somewhere along the way, but at least he doesn't have to experience just another year of "school" before having some fun.
Another one of those "method to the madness" moments. I think after the last several years of experiencing those moments, he's come to the realization that mom actually DOES know what she's talking about.
Indeed.
Sometimes it's fun being right. :-) My prayer is that his college experiences only get better from here on out.
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Faith and Fear
Graduation is fast approaching!
This time I mean me from cosmetology school. My son's graduation will follow shortly upon its heels but at the moment I've got alot of decisions to make for myself first.
Isn't it amazing that in just two and ahalf months I will be taking up the mantle of cosmetologist and accepting my professional grade shears from school? It's so freaking AWESOME!
Sorry - I am an 80's child remember.
So several options lay before me, but I'm having trouble throwing one very risky venture aside - that of establishing my own salon. My original plan called for me to work about three years in a salon to learn additional trade secrets and then to open my own place. Then that changed to maybe two years. Recently I decided to re-evaluate after one year. But now faith is taking a stranglehold on me.
There seem to be some other things happening in the heavens that may be pointing in the direction of sooner rather than later. Much sooner. I can't yet share all of those specific things yet, but I've been deep in prayer concerning this possibility. Some of my close family and friends have also committed to praying for leading in this regard as well.
I'm scared to death!!!
But I'm also jazzed about the possibility of becoming a small business owner in a short amount of time. The decision needs to be made very soon.
Any of you praying readers out there are invited to join with me in seeking the Lord's direction.
And whatever direction that may be, I'll step out in faith - regardless of my fear.
This time I mean me from cosmetology school. My son's graduation will follow shortly upon its heels but at the moment I've got alot of decisions to make for myself first.
Isn't it amazing that in just two and ahalf months I will be taking up the mantle of cosmetologist and accepting my professional grade shears from school? It's so freaking AWESOME!
Sorry - I am an 80's child remember.
So several options lay before me, but I'm having trouble throwing one very risky venture aside - that of establishing my own salon. My original plan called for me to work about three years in a salon to learn additional trade secrets and then to open my own place. Then that changed to maybe two years. Recently I decided to re-evaluate after one year. But now faith is taking a stranglehold on me.
There seem to be some other things happening in the heavens that may be pointing in the direction of sooner rather than later. Much sooner. I can't yet share all of those specific things yet, but I've been deep in prayer concerning this possibility. Some of my close family and friends have also committed to praying for leading in this regard as well.
I'm scared to death!!!
But I'm also jazzed about the possibility of becoming a small business owner in a short amount of time. The decision needs to be made very soon.
Any of you praying readers out there are invited to join with me in seeking the Lord's direction.
And whatever direction that may be, I'll step out in faith - regardless of my fear.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Time To Settle In
Ah - it feels as if things might finally be settling in.
Besides the cold weather outside.
This morning I awoke feeling refreshed and energetic for the first time since starting my new job. There's always so much to deal with in a new job with a new company, and I knew it would take some time. I'd even warned my son when I started the new job that I'd probably be somewhat out of commission for the first two months.
Ha!
I made it in less time.
At least one week less, but who's counting?
Years ago I settled on the practical side of reality. I've learned my limitations, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to push the envelope. Along with the joys and excitement of starting anything new and out of the ordinary, there's always going to be a period of adjustment. Even though I expected it doesn't mean I enjoyed it.
But this week I finally felt myself step across the threshold to embrace the confidence of the new position.
Think I'm going to make it.
No - I know I'm going to make it. I've never been one to do anything halfway. So now that the job is beginning to smooth out, I'm excited to once again embrace my wonderful friends who have so patiently been waiting in the wings, cheering me on to success.
And that includes you too, my dear and patient readers.
Now it's time to settle back into my writing. Look out, blogging world - I'm back!
Besides the cold weather outside.
This morning I awoke feeling refreshed and energetic for the first time since starting my new job. There's always so much to deal with in a new job with a new company, and I knew it would take some time. I'd even warned my son when I started the new job that I'd probably be somewhat out of commission for the first two months.
Ha!
I made it in less time.
At least one week less, but who's counting?
Years ago I settled on the practical side of reality. I've learned my limitations, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to push the envelope. Along with the joys and excitement of starting anything new and out of the ordinary, there's always going to be a period of adjustment. Even though I expected it doesn't mean I enjoyed it.
But this week I finally felt myself step across the threshold to embrace the confidence of the new position.
Think I'm going to make it.
No - I know I'm going to make it. I've never been one to do anything halfway. So now that the job is beginning to smooth out, I'm excited to once again embrace my wonderful friends who have so patiently been waiting in the wings, cheering me on to success.
And that includes you too, my dear and patient readers.
Now it's time to settle back into my writing. Look out, blogging world - I'm back!
Friday, July 24, 2009
High School Memories
Not sure what the deal is this week, but I've seen a flurry of old friends from high school cross my Facebook page. It's been wonderful to catch up with a few of those old friends and reminisce about life back then and where life has taken us all since.
Some experiences were hard. Some great, and some not so great. But each thread of experience has woven us all into the person we've become today. We're probably all better for it in many ways, though life would have been easier if we'd made some better choices earlier on.
The good thing about catching up is being reminded of all the tidbits of fun and orneriness (but in a good way) we used to get into. There's so much I'd forgotten. My later high school years had some very difficult and unpleasant experiences associated with them. Therefore, I waited only to get away as soon as I could and throw the terrible memories into the dung-heap.
Only problem is that when we throw aside the bad memories, the good ones go right along with them.
So now that I'm being reminded of all the fun and absolutely hilarious memories of the past, it gives me so many warm feelings on which to hang my hat.
I think I'll let those stay awhile.
Some experiences were hard. Some great, and some not so great. But each thread of experience has woven us all into the person we've become today. We're probably all better for it in many ways, though life would have been easier if we'd made some better choices earlier on.
The good thing about catching up is being reminded of all the tidbits of fun and orneriness (but in a good way) we used to get into. There's so much I'd forgotten. My later high school years had some very difficult and unpleasant experiences associated with them. Therefore, I waited only to get away as soon as I could and throw the terrible memories into the dung-heap.
Only problem is that when we throw aside the bad memories, the good ones go right along with them.
So now that I'm being reminded of all the fun and absolutely hilarious memories of the past, it gives me so many warm feelings on which to hang my hat.
I think I'll let those stay awhile.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
This Too Shall Pass
Over the last several weeks I've been asked by a few people how I'm holding up with the job situation, considering the finance industry has been pretty hard hit. To my close friends, I have my moments. But to the rest of the world it is important to me to not just put on a brave face but to really exude my usual upbeat demeanor.
After all, it isn't the end of the world...YET.
Barring my almost month-long bout with an ear infection, I've really tried to keep up on the exercise. After getting my son off to school, I sit down at the computer and work on a few job-related items. By 9:30 or 10:00 I'm on the treadmill and watching a rerun of TLC's "What Not To Wear". Then I'll pop in for a refreshing shower or swim in my big tub and try to pamper myself a tad. A quick sandwich and then it is off to run an errand.
I usually try to space my errands out so that I have a purpose for getting out of the house most every day. Run into town to the bank one day - get catfood the next. On a nice day I'll go for a quick walk in the sunshine to liven things up and energize the body. Sunshine is good for the soul.
Occasionally I'll meet a couple of friends for a bite out. Oh how I have appreciated their hospitality these last few months! There's been times it was the only thing keeping me sane.
So I also realized it was important to keep up with my friends. I try to talk to friends and family on the phone a few times a week (rotating, of course, not the same ones every time). This, I have found, has been very helpful to my sanity and in keeping the walls from closing in.
For the most part I've been able to keep a positive outlook without allowing my occasional fears to overwhelm. Yes, I'll have my moments with a close friend but that's what friends are for. We're there for each other.
And that's probably the most important thing that keeps me going.
Eventually the job that fits well for both sides will pan out and I'll look back on this time as a wonderful learning experience and a great time to have had opportunity to slow down and reconnect with those things that are most important.
Yes, this too shall pass.
After all, it isn't the end of the world...YET.
Barring my almost month-long bout with an ear infection, I've really tried to keep up on the exercise. After getting my son off to school, I sit down at the computer and work on a few job-related items. By 9:30 or 10:00 I'm on the treadmill and watching a rerun of TLC's "What Not To Wear". Then I'll pop in for a refreshing shower or swim in my big tub and try to pamper myself a tad. A quick sandwich and then it is off to run an errand.
I usually try to space my errands out so that I have a purpose for getting out of the house most every day. Run into town to the bank one day - get catfood the next. On a nice day I'll go for a quick walk in the sunshine to liven things up and energize the body. Sunshine is good for the soul.
Occasionally I'll meet a couple of friends for a bite out. Oh how I have appreciated their hospitality these last few months! There's been times it was the only thing keeping me sane.
So I also realized it was important to keep up with my friends. I try to talk to friends and family on the phone a few times a week (rotating, of course, not the same ones every time). This, I have found, has been very helpful to my sanity and in keeping the walls from closing in.
For the most part I've been able to keep a positive outlook without allowing my occasional fears to overwhelm. Yes, I'll have my moments with a close friend but that's what friends are for. We're there for each other.
And that's probably the most important thing that keeps me going.
Eventually the job that fits well for both sides will pan out and I'll look back on this time as a wonderful learning experience and a great time to have had opportunity to slow down and reconnect with those things that are most important.
Yes, this too shall pass.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Return
I finally made it back to critique group again tonight!
After being away for several months for the play last year and then off for the month of December, I was really looking forward to seeing everyone in January.
Made it to one group meeting but there were only a couple of us there. Then there was the annual retreat that I unfortunately had to miss, and then the blessed ear infection.
Gosh, it's been a rough winter.
So we made it back together tonight (minus Mighty Bri). Felt good to see everyone. By this point, I've had a few months to get used to my new haircut (that isn't so new anymore) so was surprised when there was a comment about my hair. Felt silly when I had the "duh" moment.
It's just nice to know people notice the important things in life - even after not seeing each other for months on end.
That's when you know you've got good friends.
After being away for several months for the play last year and then off for the month of December, I was really looking forward to seeing everyone in January.
Made it to one group meeting but there were only a couple of us there. Then there was the annual retreat that I unfortunately had to miss, and then the blessed ear infection.
Gosh, it's been a rough winter.
So we made it back together tonight (minus Mighty Bri). Felt good to see everyone. By this point, I've had a few months to get used to my new haircut (that isn't so new anymore) so was surprised when there was a comment about my hair. Felt silly when I had the "duh" moment.
It's just nice to know people notice the important things in life - even after not seeing each other for months on end.
That's when you know you've got good friends.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Kitty-Catting
Been meaning to post this kitty-cat adventure story for about a week now and other things keep popping up.
My cats had quite the adventure last week while I almost had a heart attack.
My kitties are loved and adored, cuddled and coddled - you get the picture. They're lazy and soft from a cozy life on the inside.
At least since they were a few weeks old, they've never been outside. They're both ball-less and claw-less, so the great outdoors would not behoove them.
Or so I thought.
Last week one of my son's buddies was over. I had a headache that evening for some strange reason (job hunt frustrations, most likely) and was being a couch-potato on the sectional after dinner. When the boys were finished with their shenanigans, the buddy said goodbye and left out the backdoor. Usually my son or I will escort our company to the door and ensure proper closure.
Not zis time.
My back screen door got blown to kingdom come by a blasting northerly "breeze" about a month ago and bent the hydraulic thingy to where you need to pull the screen door closed in order to latch it. I'll fix it come spring.
But that's not the point.
About an hour later my son walked by the back door and realized that both the screen door and the back door were wide open. He proceeded to properly close them and we continued with our evening in preparation for heading off to never-neverland for the night.
Thirty-minutes later we were saying our goodnights when my son asked if I'd seen the cats.
My stomach collapsed to my nether-regions while my heart leapt into my throat. The headache got immediately worse.
The cats had escaped out the wide open back door.
Have no idea how long they'd been out and about carousing the night. Had no idea how I'd find them in the dark or even where I should begin to look. But when I opened the back door, little Toby's grey and white face was pasted against the glass of the screen door, his pupils massive dark circles. He let out a loud meow that was whisked away by the brisk wind (again).
I tried to be calm. At least one cat was nearby, but I didn't want to scare him off the back porch by pouncing on him. So I gently opened the screen door and called for him to come in.
Before Toby even had a chance, Paws came out of nowhere, squeezed under the door into the house and tore down the hallway. Toby looked at me rather sheepishly as if he knew they were in BIG trouble, then scooted into the house after Paws where they both proceeded to lick themselves clean.
Figured after that adventure they'd be too scared to even consider such an event again. I stayed up for awhile just to check them both over and make sure they were okay. Scared me half to death with the thought of my poor, defenseless babies out lost in the cold all night.
To my surprise, every night practically since then either Paws or Toby or both will sit at the back door of an evening and wail and cry to be let out again.
Unbelievable.
One night of kitty-catting it around is all you're ever going to get boys!
My cats had quite the adventure last week while I almost had a heart attack.
My kitties are loved and adored, cuddled and coddled - you get the picture. They're lazy and soft from a cozy life on the inside.
At least since they were a few weeks old, they've never been outside. They're both ball-less and claw-less, so the great outdoors would not behoove them.
Or so I thought.
Last week one of my son's buddies was over. I had a headache that evening for some strange reason (job hunt frustrations, most likely) and was being a couch-potato on the sectional after dinner. When the boys were finished with their shenanigans, the buddy said goodbye and left out the backdoor. Usually my son or I will escort our company to the door and ensure proper closure.
Not zis time.
My back screen door got blown to kingdom come by a blasting northerly "breeze" about a month ago and bent the hydraulic thingy to where you need to pull the screen door closed in order to latch it. I'll fix it come spring.
But that's not the point.
About an hour later my son walked by the back door and realized that both the screen door and the back door were wide open. He proceeded to properly close them and we continued with our evening in preparation for heading off to never-neverland for the night.
Thirty-minutes later we were saying our goodnights when my son asked if I'd seen the cats.
My stomach collapsed to my nether-regions while my heart leapt into my throat. The headache got immediately worse.
The cats had escaped out the wide open back door.
Have no idea how long they'd been out and about carousing the night. Had no idea how I'd find them in the dark or even where I should begin to look. But when I opened the back door, little Toby's grey and white face was pasted against the glass of the screen door, his pupils massive dark circles. He let out a loud meow that was whisked away by the brisk wind (again).
I tried to be calm. At least one cat was nearby, but I didn't want to scare him off the back porch by pouncing on him. So I gently opened the screen door and called for him to come in.
Before Toby even had a chance, Paws came out of nowhere, squeezed under the door into the house and tore down the hallway. Toby looked at me rather sheepishly as if he knew they were in BIG trouble, then scooted into the house after Paws where they both proceeded to lick themselves clean.
Figured after that adventure they'd be too scared to even consider such an event again. I stayed up for awhile just to check them both over and make sure they were okay. Scared me half to death with the thought of my poor, defenseless babies out lost in the cold all night.
To my surprise, every night practically since then either Paws or Toby or both will sit at the back door of an evening and wail and cry to be let out again.
Unbelievable.
One night of kitty-catting it around is all you're ever going to get boys!
Friday, December 5, 2008
First Performance Down
The first performance is behind me. Sure going to miss it after tomorrow.
It's been very late nights all week. Last night I didn't get to bed until after midnight. Getting up for work this morning was just peachy.
Can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice? It's kinda hard for a girl who has learned to go to bed between 9 and 9:30. Maybe I should have taken vacation time this week too.
Couple of nights I left work and went straight to the church. Didn't see my son until breakfast the next morning. Kinda warned him that this was going to happen this week, but I have a feeling it's not just my kitties missing me.
It's kinda nice being missed, but I'll enjoy having a life with my son again.
Was very nervous early on but after the first scene I really got into it. Got into it so much that I cried more tonight in all the right places than I have any other time. Have to admit, I was afraid I'd be so nervous that I wouldn't be able to relax and get into the scene enough to cry.
No problemo.
Tonight some dear friends and co-workers came to see. Tomorrow there'll be even more friends, co-workers, and a little bit of family coming back to town to see the performance. I sure hope I can forget they're out there.
The pressure's on!
It's been very late nights all week. Last night I didn't get to bed until after midnight. Getting up for work this morning was just peachy.
Can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice? It's kinda hard for a girl who has learned to go to bed between 9 and 9:30. Maybe I should have taken vacation time this week too.
Couple of nights I left work and went straight to the church. Didn't see my son until breakfast the next morning. Kinda warned him that this was going to happen this week, but I have a feeling it's not just my kitties missing me.
It's kinda nice being missed, but I'll enjoy having a life with my son again.
Was very nervous early on but after the first scene I really got into it. Got into it so much that I cried more tonight in all the right places than I have any other time. Have to admit, I was afraid I'd be so nervous that I wouldn't be able to relax and get into the scene enough to cry.
No problemo.
Tonight some dear friends and co-workers came to see. Tomorrow there'll be even more friends, co-workers, and a little bit of family coming back to town to see the performance. I sure hope I can forget they're out there.
The pressure's on!
Friday, August 1, 2008
A Good Friday
This was another wonderful Friday evening.
I introduced my son to "Top Gun" for our movie night tonight. It was the first VHS tape I ever bought - bought it at Wal-mart - paid $19.99 plus tax. The crazy thing still works great, better than some of my newer DVD's in fact.
It's still a great story - LOVE the flying sequences. Just gets my motor going, especially considering that I was at Miramar just a couple of months ago. I love my boys in blue!
After the movie, I got a call from a dear friend of mine. She was my ornery buddy (I'm such a bad influence) in choir until she moved a little more than a month ago. Now she's three hours away. Sure missed her Wednesday night. She called to chat and then told me she's coming down to stay with her parents for the weekend. It'll be good to see her again.
Then while talking to her, my best friend Lori stopped by. She'd been out catching the tail end of the Dillard's extra 40% off special. Yesterday I picked up some new slacks and a couple of great jackets for my trip to Chicago next month (paid $6 for one of the jackets and the other was just over $10). Today I ran over to JC Penney's to see if I could find a red pair of flats to go with one of the outfits. Found some. Only pair in that style. Happened to be the right color of red. Happened to be exactly my size.
Oh, did I mention they were on the clearance rack and were an additional 50% off? Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
They ended up costing me $5.98. Sale - it's my favorite four-letter word. Well, next to FREE.
Anyway, Lori picked up a pair of shoes that just didn't happen to be on sale. She wears my size. Maybe after her special occasion tomorrow she'll let me borrow them.
Wait - I don't have any special occasions where I could wear them.
Oh well, I can dream can't I? It's still been a good Friday after all.
I introduced my son to "Top Gun" for our movie night tonight. It was the first VHS tape I ever bought - bought it at Wal-mart - paid $19.99 plus tax. The crazy thing still works great, better than some of my newer DVD's in fact.
It's still a great story - LOVE the flying sequences. Just gets my motor going, especially considering that I was at Miramar just a couple of months ago. I love my boys in blue!
After the movie, I got a call from a dear friend of mine. She was my ornery buddy (I'm such a bad influence) in choir until she moved a little more than a month ago. Now she's three hours away. Sure missed her Wednesday night. She called to chat and then told me she's coming down to stay with her parents for the weekend. It'll be good to see her again.
Then while talking to her, my best friend Lori stopped by. She'd been out catching the tail end of the Dillard's extra 40% off special. Yesterday I picked up some new slacks and a couple of great jackets for my trip to Chicago next month (paid $6 for one of the jackets and the other was just over $10). Today I ran over to JC Penney's to see if I could find a red pair of flats to go with one of the outfits. Found some. Only pair in that style. Happened to be the right color of red. Happened to be exactly my size.
Oh, did I mention they were on the clearance rack and were an additional 50% off? Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
They ended up costing me $5.98. Sale - it's my favorite four-letter word. Well, next to FREE.
Anyway, Lori picked up a pair of shoes that just didn't happen to be on sale. She wears my size. Maybe after her special occasion tomorrow she'll let me borrow them.
Wait - I don't have any special occasions where I could wear them.
Oh well, I can dream can't I? It's still been a good Friday after all.
Friday, July 18, 2008
He's Home!
My little, baby boy is home!
Okay wait, not so little, no longer a baby, young MAN is home. There, that's better.
My son had a great time at International Youth Convention in San Antonio. Some interesting stories too (such as the River Walk - don't ask). He saw someone he knew from another church among all those thousands of teens. There was even someone referenced on the IYC board that I went to college with.
The world is a small place indeed.
They arrived earlier than expected, just before nine this morning. They weren't supposed to be in until noon. I ran over and picked him up, brought him back to my office where he promptly ate a little bit and then crashed on the floor of an empty office for about four hours. I woke him for a late lunch.
For the afternoon, he sat in that office and read his book that I bought him especially for the trip. I think he read one or two chapters at the beginning of the trip and then got so busy and involved he didn't have time to do anymore reading until he returned today. He's about halfway through it now.
While he was gone, his best bud called a couple of times, so my son called him back moments ago. They're making plans for him to go over to visit this evening. Even though he just got back home. Even though he's waivering on his feet.
I remember the days. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
Okay wait, not so little, no longer a baby, young MAN is home. There, that's better.
My son had a great time at International Youth Convention in San Antonio. Some interesting stories too (such as the River Walk - don't ask). He saw someone he knew from another church among all those thousands of teens. There was even someone referenced on the IYC board that I went to college with.
The world is a small place indeed.
They arrived earlier than expected, just before nine this morning. They weren't supposed to be in until noon. I ran over and picked him up, brought him back to my office where he promptly ate a little bit and then crashed on the floor of an empty office for about four hours. I woke him for a late lunch.
For the afternoon, he sat in that office and read his book that I bought him especially for the trip. I think he read one or two chapters at the beginning of the trip and then got so busy and involved he didn't have time to do anymore reading until he returned today. He's about halfway through it now.
While he was gone, his best bud called a couple of times, so my son called him back moments ago. They're making plans for him to go over to visit this evening. Even though he just got back home. Even though he's waivering on his feet.
I remember the days. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Making Time For Friends
I'm feeling all ooey-gooey tonight.
After I left work this evening, I met a couple of friends for dinner. We had a great time for two and ahalf hours. Talked about work, food, family, writing, and offered encouragement to one another. They're a great couple to just let my hair down with. Yes, I know that was grammatically incorrect, but like I said.
When I arrived home, another friend just drove up and wanted to show me some of the things she'd made for her boyfriend's birthday tomorrow. She needed to ensure she wasn't going overboard and discussed last minute plans. We talked about relationships, how hard they can be, but how essential relationships of all sorts are to our well-being. While she was there, another acquaintence popped in real quick to just touch base, see the new house, ask a couple of questions then run to an appointment he'd set up to show a house.
My friend hung out at the house for almost an hour and ahalf before she left. It was a wonderful time to just chat about everything without the kids around and talk frankly with one another. When she got ready to leave, I told her how I felt so blessed this evening and that it was truly amazing to have been bombarded with so many friends in one four hour period.
Instead of feeling tired, I feel rejuvenated. My friends mean the world to me, and I'm always happy to offer encouragement and share tears and loads of laughter.
I think it's time to break in my new house and furniture with a big dinner party!
After I left work this evening, I met a couple of friends for dinner. We had a great time for two and ahalf hours. Talked about work, food, family, writing, and offered encouragement to one another. They're a great couple to just let my hair down with. Yes, I know that was grammatically incorrect, but like I said.
When I arrived home, another friend just drove up and wanted to show me some of the things she'd made for her boyfriend's birthday tomorrow. She needed to ensure she wasn't going overboard and discussed last minute plans. We talked about relationships, how hard they can be, but how essential relationships of all sorts are to our well-being. While she was there, another acquaintence popped in real quick to just touch base, see the new house, ask a couple of questions then run to an appointment he'd set up to show a house.
My friend hung out at the house for almost an hour and ahalf before she left. It was a wonderful time to just chat about everything without the kids around and talk frankly with one another. When she got ready to leave, I told her how I felt so blessed this evening and that it was truly amazing to have been bombarded with so many friends in one four hour period.
Instead of feeling tired, I feel rejuvenated. My friends mean the world to me, and I'm always happy to offer encouragement and share tears and loads of laughter.
I think it's time to break in my new house and furniture with a big dinner party!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Summertime Sleepovers
My son has his best friend here for a sleepover tonight.
I've been relegated to the living room and office. Monday is the only day I have shows that I like to watch. The TV was mine, all mine until 9:00. Hey, that rhymes! Now they own the family room and television. It's a good time for blogging.
They're probably getting the video game and guitars all set up. Maybe they'll be quiet so I can go to sleep later. Or not. Oh well - I'll get even in the morning.
Usually when they have a sleepover at our house, they'll crash on the sectional in the family room sometime in the wee hours of the morning. But my kitchen is back there too, so it will be open season when I have to get up early in the morning and prepare myself breakfast. Heh, heh, heh! Paybacks...how sweet the revenge.
Nah, I'll probably play the sucker once again and try my best to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb their rest. Being considerate to those sleeping is just hardwired into my being. I love to see people snoozing peacefully - my son and his friends included.
Now if I accidentally drop a pan on the floor, that's a different story. It would be an accident after all. :-)
I've been relegated to the living room and office. Monday is the only day I have shows that I like to watch. The TV was mine, all mine until 9:00. Hey, that rhymes! Now they own the family room and television. It's a good time for blogging.
They're probably getting the video game and guitars all set up. Maybe they'll be quiet so I can go to sleep later. Or not. Oh well - I'll get even in the morning.
Usually when they have a sleepover at our house, they'll crash on the sectional in the family room sometime in the wee hours of the morning. But my kitchen is back there too, so it will be open season when I have to get up early in the morning and prepare myself breakfast. Heh, heh, heh! Paybacks...how sweet the revenge.
Nah, I'll probably play the sucker once again and try my best to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb their rest. Being considerate to those sleeping is just hardwired into my being. I love to see people snoozing peacefully - my son and his friends included.
Now if I accidentally drop a pan on the floor, that's a different story. It would be an accident after all. :-)
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