Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Easter Bunny isn't Real??????





Wow! I totally blew it. I thought that when my 11 year old son asked for the Easter Bunny's phone number so that he could ask for a Game Stop gift card for Easter, he was really asking for confirmation that the Easter Bunny was made up. How did I connect THOSE dots, you might ask. Really, it's simple....but it's sort of a long tangled web. Let's see if I can condense it and fill in with pictures.

Background:
I've always hated the fact that my children don't know that Santa and the Easter bunny weren't real? I mean, how long can this lying go on without them losing all trust in you when they DO finally find out.


Step 1: (aka Mistake 1)
Earlier today, I ordered some preview Glee movie tickets for a showing in Chicago as a special thing for the kids and I to do on Easter Break next week. I am not so great at keeping some secrets, so I thought it would be fun to let them in on the surprise. Once I told them they were super excited. It wasn't until I was at my desk at work, talking with Mary about Easter baskets and stuff that I realized I should have kept these tickets as a surprise for their baskets.

Step 2:
I figured I could still justify the cost of the tickets by just putting them in the EAster baskets anyhow, seeing as the 3 older kids KNOW about the Easter Bunny....Mickey is the only one still believing at this point. That's when Mickey asked his question about the Easter Bunny's phone number and the Game Stop Card. I jokingly said that I think the EAster Bunny was bringing them Glee movie tickets. Mickey stepped up to remind me that I told them this morning that I got the tickets, so why would the EAster bunny bring them. I answered that I would give them to the EAster bunny to put in their baskets.

Step 3: (Up to this point, I still could have been okay because I CAN be clever that way, but no.....I had to continue on the path of truth)
From across the room, I asked Mickey (sort of quietly, so if he didn't quite hear me, I could change my mine), "You know that wrestling is fake, right?" He heard me, so on I went.... "You know how I told you that the wrestlers are fake fighting?" It only took a moment for him to make the connection.
"Are you saying that the EAster bunny is fake?" I just looked at him with eyes that said it all, with as much sympathy as I could convey to someone who was looking for confirmation.

Steps 4 through 10
Wailing throughout the house.
A hand holding walk around the block with more wailing.
The can't-catch-my-breath-from-crying questions...."What about leprechans?"
I shook my head.
"What about the tooth fairy?"
More head shaking.
"Cupid?" (Where the heck did THAT one come from?)
"What about Santa Claus?"
Oh geez, the neighbors are going to think that I'm stranger danger trying to steal this kid if I tell him the truth.....but I had already come this far....there was no turning back. I went all the way and shook my head no. I babbled on for the rest of our walk about symbolism and the "spirit" of Christmas and what EAster was really about and more babbling about how long his siblings knew and when each one found out. He didn't hear a thing I said. His heart was broken. He felt sad. He felt embarrassed that he could believe in a great big human sized bunny. He said his friends had tried to tell him that Santa wasn't real, but he told them that he believed.

Step gagillion:
I think he cried for about a half hour and there was only one thing left to do......"Who wants to go out for ice cream?"

Walking out of the door of Dairy Queen, 3 young guys about Mickey's age greeted him with, "Hey, it's Mickey Dolan!" They were guys who had played on the same football team as Mickey from another school. Mickey felt all proud and popular and grown-up and sad and mixed up all at once. We started to drive back home and this is what Mickey said, "Hey Mom. Do you think the Easter Bunny is going to get me a gift card to Game Stop in my basket this year? Wink. Wink." What a great kid!He's on the mend, but still, I feel horrible and I know that this will probably put him in therapy, so it will help me greatly if some of you could share your "how I found out" stories with me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Being Gracey's Friend



I've avoided "friending" anyone under 18 on facebook. Most of the people I know that are under 18 are from St. Norbert and it was important to keep work and regular life separate. Having said that, with the advent of my new indie biz, I may have products that appeal to that age group and have decided to go ahead and friend those under 18 who have asked to friend me.

I decided to start with my daughter, Grace. I learned that when I sent her a friend request, she sort of freaked out a little - didn't really want to be my friend, but didn't want to hurt my feelings either. She took her concern to John. He, parentally, told her to just sit down with me and talk things out. I would understand.


I'm not sure if what happened next was John's idea or hers, but she came up with a plan to write a contract - one that outlined the "rules" of my being her friend. Below you will find the fruit of her effort. I can't tell you how much this makes me smile.

I think I"ll sign it.

D

Monday, March 29, 2010

Coming Down from the Mountain to Work



This photo was taken by my niece, Ellie Dolan and is one of my favs.
I talked to my boy last night on the phone.
He was just home from retreat. Up.
He struggled with housing. Down.
He is coming home on Wednesday. Up.

Today begins the first day of the last week of school before our Easter Break. With break comes time.....time to perfect Dotty. I think she's going to get a puppy. I'm not sure which kind, but she's open to suggestions. Not too small, but not too big. Happy face, no boogers in eyes. Approachable and unique. Makes Dotty look independent and self-assured when taking it for walk.

I'm going to browse puppy images and see what I come up with. I know the perfect pup is out there for Dotty.

Diane

(Just so we are all on the same page.....Dotty's not real, she's my imaginary life on which my new and upcoming biz is based on - I don't want my kids to get all excited that we're getting a dog in real life or anything.) I felt I had to say that because I think my readership is so huge that someone will ask my kids, "Hey, I hear you're getting a puppy."








Sunday, March 28, 2010

Inspiration Sunday




Today is Sunday and I think I'm going to try doing a regular series on Sundays called "Inspiration Sunday." The idea is to take a few things (3 or 4) that catch your eye, put then together and create something or use them in some creative way this week. I was looking in the cupboards for some paper to fill up my printer, when I came across these pieces of fabric, some paper flowers from my sister and this lunchbox-y looking metal container that I bought at a thrift store for $1.00. Throughout the week I will work on coming up with something cool incorporating these things. I'll post it as soon as I'm done.
If you are up to the challenge, find a few things around the house, photograph them together and use them as inspiration for something great. I would love to see what you come up with. Post in the comments section.

Tonight Mickey is hosting a WrestleMania Party. What fun!

D

Friday, March 26, 2010

A Pile of Bikes

Does this look to you like a pile of bikes or an artistic expression of creativeness? Do you think this was done by some teenage delinquents who were bored or do you think this was done by a thoughtful young adult you wanted to show that there could be beauty in the everyday, humdrum, routines of life, if you just rearrange it a little bit.

D.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

More Aunt Dotty



Have you ever wondered, "What if.....?" Sure you have. I'm going to start a what if game. The object of the game is to create a personality that becomes your "other" you. This is the you, you would be if you didn't have any responsibilities. I don't mean this game in a negative - oh-I-hate-my-life sort of way. I just mean in a way that if your life took a different path, this is how it would be.....this is where I'd live.....this is how I would handle this situation.

I've named my "What if" person and she is going to be the inspiration and personality behind my new indie business. Her name is Dotty and she is who this new business is named after. I spoke a little about her in a previous post, but she's developed a little bit and I wanted to share her. For the purpose of keeping real real and business business, I'm going to call her My Aunt Dotty. She manifests herself to me in the form of a really cool, funky, fresh and free aunt. She is wise and kind-hearted and generous. She travels. One thing that draws me into her world is her love of the unusual. She doesn't spend much time in wondering if something is done the way "it's supposed to be done". She spends her precious time appreciating what is and analyzing why it's appealing. She doesn't always LOVE everything she sees, but she appreciates its history, it's creator, and it's uniqueness. She would never hurt anyone's feelings on purpose or be mean to anyone, but she speaks her mind and always speaks the truth.

Let's see if I can find a fun photo for the day.

LOVE this! I found a whole box of these illustrations by .....shoot, I forgot her name and I'm upstairs and the name is downstairs. I want to give credit to the proper person, so I'll add the name tomorrow morning when I'm downstairs. For now, just know that I think her initials are JA or something. Do you remember playing around the maypole each May 1st and going around and picking all of the neighbors flowers to give to your mom? I do.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Katie and Mickey in "Death" by Gracey


Gracey wanted some extra credit so her teacher said that she could get some by submitting something to the school art publication. The parameters were that it had to have a Shakespearean theme. She chose "death" and talked Mickey and Katie into being her models. What I love about this photo is the composition. She perfectly used the rule of thirds. I think this sweet daughter of mine has a fun time in front of her as she plays with her camera, don't you?

These were some of her other shots from the shoot.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Birthday Day


Yesterday, as many of you know, was my birthday. As people wished me a happy birthday, they often asked if I was 29 or 35 or even 40, knowing full well that I was more like upper 40's. Our society seems to chuckle at the shared joke that we don't particularly like growing older. I laughed along with everyone else, but let me tell you something.....

From the moment I woke up to the time I went to bed, I was surrounded by people who showed their love for me in ways that made me feel so special. As I walked down the stairs at 5am to get ready for the day, I could already smell the coffee brewing (hubby set the coffee timer so that it would be ready when I woke up.) I had my quiet time with the Lord and He told me to just watch - watch what he was going to show me that day.

Once I arrived at work (after the traditional coffee cake/balloon/card breakfast with the family), I was met with surprise after surprise after surprise. I received notes, cards, flowers, cups of coffee, girl scout cookies - all my favorite lemon ones. I answered phone calls from parents of students who had already graduated from St. Norberts who wanted to wish me a happy birthday. I received more balloons, my favorite salad for lunch, a handmade snowflake. I was sung to by the preschool class as they went outside for their nature walk. I was sung to in Spanish by the fourth grade on their way in from Stations of the Cross. I was sung to by the 7th and 8th graders at their lunch time. My really tall car was painted all over with "Honk for Diane. It's her birthday" by a really short person. (One little girl asked worriedly, "Does she have permission to do that?") I received two chocolate cakes, a handmade felted heart, a beautiful scarf to add to my collection, tulips, daffodils, more cookies, a latte from starbucks and even a pot of beautiful flowers from someone who didn't even know it was my birthday, but just wanted to thank me for thanking her.

It was unbelievable. I was surrounded by a cocoon of birthday love by family, friends, students, co-workers, parents, priests, sisters, brothers, husband, children, oh so many people......and then it hit me. I saw what the Lord told me to watch for that morning....

I saw that each and every one of those 48 years contributed to the reason I was so surrounded by love. For each year I have lived, I have learned better to love. That is why I'll never joke on my birthday saying that I am 29 or 35 or even 40.

Thank you all for making me feel so special and thank you, God for letting me hang around here for so many blessed years.

D.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Best Day Ever


Just one of the bagillion reasons I love my life.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Naked Man on my Blog









Jug, Pear and Onion?












These are some of the early renderings of John's assignments in art school. Once they are completed, I'll post the finished photos or maybe even put a link to his website for you. Heck, I may just put it here anyhow. www.philbininc.com

There it is. At least I think that's it. You'd think that if you've been married for 23 years, you'd know your own spouse's website address by heart, but I just have it as one of my favs, so I don't have to actually type anything in. I just have to click a button.....and isn't that how real marriage is anyhow?

D.


Is he sleeping or praying that I'll just go away and leave him alone and stop taking pictures?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Conversation in the Car on the way to School

Katie Rose: Fr. Moran told us that Adam and Eve weren't real people.

Me: Oh, that's interesting. The thing to absolutely know is that the Bible is Truth, even if the things didn't actually happen.

Mickey: You mean the Bible lies?

Me: No, the Bible is always the truth. Whether things happen or not doesn't determine if things are the truth.

(Thinking I need a new tactic)
Me: You know how when you study your vocabulary words, some of the words have slightly different meanings?

Katie Rose: Yep.

Me: Truth is like that.

Mickey: You mean another meaning for truth is lie?

(Okay, maybe that's not working out either.)

Me: Daylight Savings Time is really making it hard for me to retrieve the words I need to explain this to you guys.

Mickey: Do we have any relatives that are Jewish?

Me: Not that I know of. But Auntie J. isn't Catholic?

Mickey: I thought she WAS Christian.

Me: She is. She's a Protestant Christian. We're Catholic Christian.

(And then we were thankfully in the school parking lot and our conversation was over.)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Inspiration Place


It may look a little messy, but I love this place. It's my studio in my home. It's bright, full and I mostly know where everything is. I'm just showing you one wall, because...well...the other walls are very similar, but can you imagine spending your time surrounded by all this fun, crafty stuff?

Ahhh.....maybe I should call in sick to work......nah, just kidding. My work ethic would not allow that. I'll just look forward to spending time in here after work.
I am going to do a craft show at Regina Dominican High School on April 25th. I've been working on my inventory and was very productive this weekend. My inspiration boards will be my biggest focus, with the next being on those adorable LilBlueBoo recycled t-shirt dresses. I'll also have eyeglass holder thingies (I'm trying to come up with a clever name for them), ball chain pendant necklaces with upcycled vintage pendants and the ever popular pedestal plates that I am so excited about.

I would just like to take the time to say right here and now that I DID wake up at the new 5:00am today, even though it was really 4:00am. Here is my question.....in the whole of life, do we ultimately lose and hour of time or do we gain an hour of time, or does it depend on what time of year we die OR does it depend on when they started Daylight Savings Time.

The discussion at the dinner table last night revolved around the "why" of Daylight Savings Time. John and Gracey thought it had something to do with farming, while I, on the other hand, thought it had something to do with saving energy by not having to put lights on so early. What is the real reason? Anyone?

Have a great day.

D.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Mickey and Wrestling

Here is my buddy-boy, Mickey.

I try to wake up in the morning way before everyone else simply because it's peaceful. I can study my Bible, check my email, and contemplate the day.

Today is Saturday and Mickey has a band contest to participate in at 9:00am. I woke up earlier than everyone else, as normal, but when I went downstairs, I saw that Mickey had fallen asleep on the sofa, sleeping there all night.

He awoke when he heard the noise of the coffee being made. Don't get me wrong....I love that my kids wake up, I was just hoping for a little more alone time before I jumped into the day. Well, first thing he does is grab the remote and turn on wrestling. I have been struggling with letting him enjoy wrestling since he developed an interest in it about 6 months or so ago. We've had talks where I explain that it's not "real", that the wrestlers are just actors. I think he gets it for the most part.

This morning, though, as I was trying to do my Bible study with the wrestling on in the background, I just had a notion that something was very wrong with this picture. I've tried to glean something positive from wrestling, I have, but there just doesn't seem to be any good lessons or anything in it. So this morning, I put down my Bible Study and went over to the TV and turned it off. "Awwwwww, Mom. Whatdja do that for?"

I sat down next to him on the sofa and said, "Let's just talk for awhile." As stupid as this sounds, I sat there and tried to explain that as I was doing my Bible Study, I just "felt" that the Holy Spirit was really leading me in turning off the wrestling. I wanted to talk about what Mickey liked about the wrestling. He tried to explain that it was that actual physical fighting - I get that. But there is another LARGE portion of wrestling that is just arguing or "egging each other on" and not always in an appropriate way. So I asked Mickey why he watched the arguing part and he couldn't explain why he liked it, but said that he DID like that part, too.

I tried to get into his head and feel why he liked this part of it, because truly, it is that part of the wrestling thing - the story lines - that I find so disturbing. He agreed with me when I asked if it was about building up a strong dislike for one of the opponents so that you could fully root for another one. It's like you physically get pumped for the guy you think is the "good guy", even though I haven't really seen any characters that are "good guys". It's a man thing, I think.

Well, all to say that I am happy that instead of WATCHING wrestling this morning, Mickey and I TALKED about wrestling this morning.

I just feel strongly about letting my children find their own way in their likes and dislikes, what is right or wrong, good or bad. On the other hand, I am their mom and it is my job to lead them in the right direction. At 10 years old, I'm just not sure that Mickey is develpmentally able to discern what is real and not real in this case. I think it is still fuzzy for him.

I'm sure I'll let him watch wrestling again, but at least this morning he is aware of my hesitation and is aware that he needs to keep an eye out for the truth.

Way longer than I planned, but there it is.

D.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

I think I have it.


When I used to drink (a LOT) I would turn into a delightful, (not so much) crazy, physically disabled, person. I turned into her so often that we (my drinking pals) named her. We named her Dotty. She was cute, fun, obnoxious at times, loveable, goofy, and did I mention crazy? People loved her and wanted her to come out and play with them. She had a very full social schedule. Her dance card was always full. The morning after people would ask each other, "Did you see Dotty last night?" or come up to me on my bar stool and ask, "Are you Diane or Dotty?" or "When's Dotty gonna get here?"

Dotty's been gone for about 13 years now. When she first left, she was sorely missed - by me, by my friends, by my family, but as time went on, those who missed her the most just went off to find another "Dotty". Those who missed her a medium amount got used to her not being around, even though they smiled when they thought of her and the memories they shared with her. Those who missed her just a little can barely even remember what she looked like.

I, for one, miss some things about her, but not everything. She had confidence, high self-esteem, and didn't much care what others thought of her. I miss those things on a certain level, but can embrace them absolutely as Diane. I have true confindence, true self-esteem, true peace in who I am.

I've registered for a new domain name that I'm going to use to house my new indie business venture. Much of what I will sell will be taken from something that had once been discarded, has been dusted off, and is freshened into something fabulous! Framing will be a part of it, but not even close to being all of it. Traditional framing is boring - I'll do it, but it's boring. I'm envisioning a whole new adventure that embraces confidence....not just for me in creating these products, but for the indie buyer who possess the items I create.

All this is in the contemplating stages, but I did want to put my new domain name out there just to see what it looks like in print. Are you ready for it?

MyAuntDotty.com

How dang fun is that?

Diane

Okay a picture for the day:
At the pacific ocean in February.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

A Day in the Life

I woke up a little late and so couldn't blog until I was already at school...the danger being that I may be constantly interrupted, so I'm going to give you a code. DD = Ding Dong (Doorbell rings) Ring Ring = Ring Ring (Phone call)

DD 11:17am Parent comes in for lunch duty and chit chats for awhile . Parent: "I'm losing my mind. What's my name again?" Me: "It's okay. It's that time of day."

I had a parent call the other day and ask if any of the teachers were missing a cell phone. It seems as though her 3 year old's pocket was ringing on the way home from school. As it turns out, curiously enough, there WAS a preschool teacher who couldn't find her phone after swearing that she remembered leaving it on her desk.

11:20 Ah, here comes Angelica (names have been changed to protect the innocent) wanting her 10th cough drop of the day.

DD 11:21 Preschooler coming into school for enrichment.

Little Annie is here with her mother. She's not in school yet, but her other 7 siblings have all come through this school. She is wanting to push my buzzer to open the door.

DD 11:22 Parents coming in for lunch duty

11:22 2nd Grade teacher comes up with student who didn't bring a lunch today. Can I write a note so that said student can get an extra hot lunch? Certainly.

I like to eat my lunch at my desk because that way I don't miss anything. Mrs. M brought in 4 boxes of girl scout cookies for the faculty/staff today. I stole the entire box of the lemon ones (they are my favorite this year) and only sent 3 boxes down to the faculty lounge.

DD 11:25 PS is here to drop off her son's hot lunch order for April and she asks if she can use my copy machine to make one copy. Certainly.

Student forgot his lunch. "I think there are extra lunches today. Go ask Vinnie"
Parent comes up to say that Vinnie (the hot lunch "lady") won't give student a pizza for lunch. I made it clear that IF there was an extra lunch and the student wanted it, he had to take what was extra and the pizza wasn't extra - the Chicken fingers were.

11:28 Kindergarteners make their way down to the lunch room - loudly.

DD 11:29 Mom picking up half-day kindergartener
RR 11:29 Sales person calling to talk to her good friend, "Bob"


DD Funniest parent in the world (see above paragraph on son's pocket ringing) comes in to bring her two preschool children to enrichment - just a tad late.

11:31 - All is quiet for a moment. Ahhhh, I'll take a bite of salad.

Student comes up to ask me if I told his mom that he DIDN'T want her to drop off his bike after all.

I open the lemon girl scout cookies. I wonder how long it will take me to eat the entire box by myself.

11:41-Injury....Student: "Gianna kicked me at recess." Me: "Ah, I'm sorry, sweetie. Let's get you an ice pack." (School nurse is in the lunch room so I just give everyone an ice pack when they need the nurse)

11:41 - Ms. S walks by my desk......something tells me that she's not in a very good mood today.

Well, lunch is over, so I'll go now to do actual work. I guess today wasn't as busy as usual, but it was fun sharing my lunch time with you all.

D.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

As I was laying in bed, last night, contemplating my life and my day and my world, I made a discovery which I knew all along.

As I have gone through my life, I've picked up things to help me along the way - (I would list some here, but I fear my children may one day read my blog) - things that were good and things that were not so good, things that I thought I needed and that were overwhelmingly attractive to me. As I traveled on my journey of life, I discarded many of those attractive things when they became a burden or I found a better, newer version of them. I left a trail of discarded items that could fill a Salvation Army warehouse.

What I discovered, last night, as I lay in bed contemplating my life, my day and my world....was that all of those things I have collected and discarded have left an impression on who I am today as I approach my 48th birthday. Without each and every one of them, I would be someone else. I'm pretty happy with who I am at this point in my life and I embrace ALL of those things that I gathered - good and bad, ugly or attractive - because of what they have helped me become.

I'm a crafter and the items that I most enjoy making are those that are the trash to treasure type. I scour thrift stores and find discarded items and use all or a portion of them to create something beautiful. This is the direction that I want my new indie business to take. Mom 'n' Pop Frame shop is changing....keep watching.

Take a look at this fun piece I found.

It's a bicycle basket! Isn't it the coolest thing ever. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet, but I'll keep you posted.

D.

Monday, March 8, 2010

A Fun Game

Here is a fun game that my son played the other night. You get teams together and begin at a central location. One team member from opposing team is taken "hostage" and blindfolded (so each team now has a hostage from the other team in their car blindfolded). Each team has 7 minutes to drive wherever they want and drop the "hostage" off. At the end of the 7 minutes, the hostage can take off their blindfold and call their teammates. The idea is to figure out where you are and to get your team to come and pick you up and take you back to the central location first.

I guess as the rounds go on, the time gets longer and you take more hostages, so that then two work together to figure out where they are.

And example is that my son and his friend were dropped off in the closet of a mutual friend's house. In that closet there happened to be real estate stuff and they were able to get the address to tell their team members where to get them. They still lost, because Johnny admitted that the girls were way better at this game than the boys, but we all sort of knew that anyway, didn't we?

How much fun is this game. I think I might want to play it....I wonder if it can be turned into some sort of fundraiser for church.

Photo of the day:
Cousin game over Christmas Break


Have all cousins line up against the wall....



One cousin gets to shoot them all with a machine nerf gun.

How fun is that?!

Have a great day.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

From This to That




Here are a few items I made from my treasures:

From this
and this

To this



From thisand this

To this


I am excited to expand Mom 'n' Pop Frame shop to include some handmade treasures as well. Stay tuned for more info.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Making it Up as i GO

Normally, I applaud those who make things up as they go, not so much in a lying way (I can't stand liars). Tonight while I was cantoring at church, I couldn't get the beginning note of the Kyrie. It was supposed to be chanted, so I had no sense of where the "ri" part of the "Kyrie" was supposed to go. This was just off of the opening song that ended on the note right above the beginning note of the Kyrie. All to say......it was a train wreck.

I guess it's appropriate for a Kyrie to be a train wreck, seeing as it is a rite of penetance. How appropriate for us to have to cover our ears as the words "Lord, have mercy" are sung. Okay, so for any of you that were out there at St. Philip tonight as I made up the Kyrie as I went along,.....I just wanted to say that......um....uh....I did it on purpose, just so we could all really feel repentent - you know - the tune going along with the feeling.

There.

Photo so post is exciting:


Gracey doing a photo shoot.

Friday, March 5, 2010

My Boy Came Home

I was backing out of the parking lot at work yesterday and as I backed out of the space, some kid in a shiny blue car came out of nowhere...good thing I got a glimpse of the car before I backed right into him. Next thing I know, he pulls up right next to my van and stares at us. I was momentarily freaked out, wondering what this kid wanted.

While this was going on, Mickey was "playing" his drum part for me that he had practiced in band today and Katie Rose was loudly begging him to stop. In automatic gear, I was starting in on my "we need to support each other in their ambitions" lecture that I feel obliged to spout out daily, so as to stop the yelling and drumming when this above blue car incident happened.

I looked questioningly at the kid in the shiny blue car so see if he needed anything - seeing as I work at the school and he was at the school and I was wondering what the heck he was doing there driving too fast in the parking lot and pulling right up next to me.

It was then that I finally realized that it was my very own son come home from college for Spring break! I thought he was going to be in FL, but apparently those plans fell through, so he came home to surprise us.

Good thing I took the van out of reverse and put it into park before I screamed and jumped out of the van to give him a great big hug. Katie and Mickey were screaming, too, as they also jumped out to give him a big hug.

There are two things I find really revealing about myself in this incident: (Oh, and you might want to write these down because they're really good) 1) When not expecting it, even the familiar can momentarily be unrecognizable (Wow! This would make a reallly good spiritual lesson) and 2) There is a feeling of such relief when all your babies are home in one place - even if you didn't realize that this feeling of relief was missing.

Okay, let's see if I can find a photo for you to look at, because who wants to look at a blog post without a photo?


Oh look, it's me on Ash Wednesday

Thursday, March 4, 2010

I Love Reading my own Blog

I thought I'd dust off my blog and see exactly how long it's been since I actually blogged. Well, I knew it had been a while....a long while and so I started reading some of my old posts. I have discovered that I CRACK myself up! I really need to do this more often, just so I can entertain myself if nothing else. I'll start small. So here it is for now.