Wednesday, October 24, 2007

How do you mend a broken heart

Life is about changes. That part of life never changes. My role as a Mom is rapidly changing. I can no longer kiss the boo-boos away. I can't rush a child to the emergency room and have his broken heart bandaged or stitched.

I choke back the tears, put on my best Mom face, the one of courage and hope, and fix things the only way I know how. I made brownies. I don't know what else to do.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Can I have one of these?

My Marine!

Daredevil is officially a United States Marine!

He looked so handsome in his uniform for graduation today. I just wanted to show him off. But, no. He went for comfort. I'm driving towards the main gate. I look over he is in his whitey-tightys hanging his uniform up. We are still on the base. We were barely out of the parking lot. I'm praying, "Please don't let us get pulled over for something" while laughing. We've done the change clothes routine while driving down the road for years. Marching band teaches you that. That part didn't surprise me any. I laughed because hanging up the uniform took precedence over getting dressed. In the past the clothes just got thrown on the floorboard. Now, thanks to the Marines, he takes pride in his appearance.

I figured after being gone from his girlfriend for three months she would be the first person he went to see when he got home. No. He gets home. Irons his uniform and puts it back on. Yes, the same uniform he couldn't wait to get out of three hours earlier. Then he goes to the Elementary school to see his favorite teacher. (So, Mrs. Who, and the other teachers out there. Know this, you make a great impact on your students. ) His fourth grade teacher was more important to him than seeing his girlfriend. The principal recognized him too. I'm not sure if that was a good sign or not. We evidently spent way too much time in that man's office.

It's strange looking at my boys and not seeing boys any more.

Chowhound, Daredevil and Improviser

Monday, October 15, 2007

I found my theme song

I have an awful memory. I forget things so easily. Well, important things anyhow. Useless crap I can remember forever. I roared when I listened to this video because I was shaking my head in agreement almost the entire time. I lose my car eyes. My car. My to do list. On occasion I've lost my kids. But, dam it that was on purpose and they found me almost right away. But, take a listen to this, I'm sure you will see yourself if not now in the future.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Getting close now

In just a few hours Daredevil will be a Marine. The crucible is almost complete. He will be rewarded with his Eagle, Globe, and Anchor and then a warrior breakfast. Congratulations to all of Echo Company 2nd Bn and Oscar Co 4th Bn. (Oscar Company is the females. Those girls have guts.)

In five days, I get to put my arms around him in the biggest hug he has ever gotten. Then the next day, I will bring my Marine home.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

live blogging from VWBug

I'm here at the Bug's house playing with Tater and Tot. It is such a wonderful happy place to be. The boys are delightful and getting so big. I can't believe how much they have grown.

More later.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Quote of the Week

From a co-worker sitting at the desk next to mine, "My brain just isn't working right today. I'm thinking."

I paused to see if it was "I'm thinking..." I waited for more. Nope that was it. End of sentence. Evidently, on a normal day when her brain is working right she doesn't think.

And no she isn't blond. She a brunette.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Changing Jobs--NOT

I'm following the crowd just because I don't feel like thinking at the moment. So, I took the "What should you be doing for a living" quiz.

Mine ended in a three way tie and I had to answer a tie breaker question. Apparently, there is little difference between a Pretty Princess (which is what I got-ha ha), a Mafia Boss, and a Pirate Captain. Which stands to reason if you think of the "Hollywood glamor girls" as princesses. Yeah, no morals at all.

What should you be doing for a living?!
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You scored as Pretty Princess

You're a pretty princess!! You're sensitive, pretty, and love to be pampered. I hope you're a chick, but if you're not...well quit you're job and marry a prince anyway!!

Pretty Princess


Pirate Captain


Mafia Boss


An Old Prospector


Drug Lord


Cowboy Outlaw


Ninja Assassin


Break-dancing Machine