Sick . . . and the good part!

I am home sick today.  It started yesterday, Sunday, when I just felt like a noodle.  I cancelled plans to meet my besties for lunch and quilt fabric shopping, but still needed to grocery shop for the week.  Dan and I forged out to run the errands and by the time we were done . . . I was done.  I flopped into bed and slept a couple of hours. He made dinner (such a great husband) and I continued in my noodle-like state the rest of the night.  Woke up this morning at 4 a.m., spent some time on the couch in the man cave (hey, Dan was sleeping and that sofa is SO comfy and he has that HUGE TV - I'm just sayin'), got up, showered and realized that the noodle-ness was still with me.  What is that?!? So slept most of the day, managed to fall out of bed reaching for the phone when the phone rang - hurting my left arm (they say most accidents happen at home) and nearly breaking the lamp.  Wonder how things went at work? I sure hope I feel better tomorrow.  I don't even feel well enough to sew a bit.  Now, you know I'm sick when sewing sounds horrible. 

And the good part?  Ashley is home from college for the summer!

Mother's Day

I have been a mother for 25 years and, boy, has it gone FAST.  I still vividly remember both my babies as I cuddled and loved them.  They were so cute and small and cuddly and they loved me so much.  I loved to rock them and dress them and feed them and revel in their lovely babiness.  This is why I am ready to be a grandmother.  I don't have anyone small to rock and dress.  And, there's no baby reveling. But, let's not forget that I still have the cuddles, the love, the feeding (!), and the cuteness.  It is just with bigger girls.  Their hearts are bigger, their laughs are louder, and (best of all) their love comes in delicious, comforting waves over the miles in emails and calls.

This is when they are the cutest.  See those smiles? I love my girls.

Late Sunday Night

Ok, so we got an extra hour last night and I am still trying to decide if it is 11 p.m. or 10 p.m.  Why this matters, I really don't know except that maybe I'd go to bed already.  I am sleepy, but have been wasting time watching TV (Prince William and Kate) and playing with my iPhone and losing at Scrabble to sister Kathy.  Man she is one tough Scrabble player.  But, I am getting a bit better.  It is fun to know that she is playing right along side me even though she is in FL and I am in CA.

Was back with the 4th graders today in Sunday School and it was fun.  Although, there was a fake lizzard on the counter where I, the greeter lady, have to stand.  Ugh.  I put a hat over it and hoped no one would notice.  Jesus loves the little children, but surely not the lizzards.  Yeah, I know . . . they eat bugs.  But that's what I have Orkin for!  (smile)

Make it a good week!

Hmmmmm Quiet

I am never alone.  I used to say that I spent my lunch hour in my car, or "a la vehicle" as my co-worker Ashton would say, because that was the only hour of the day that I was alone.  So today I am home alone.  It feels wonderful and strange and comforting all at the same time.  "Bubba" is having breakfast this morning with "Barnacle Butt" and I am leisurely reading the paper and eating peach yogurt with Target blueberry granola.  Did I mention that it was quiet? Then, my phone alarm went off for some reason.  I raced to get it (not sure why that is), literally jumped over Lucy who had taken up her guard position in the hallway, and frantically searched my mind for what I set the alarm for and if I was late for something.  Can't think of a thing, so must be "user error." There's a lot that can be filed under that category these days.  Then, I noticed that I was still logged into the computer because I was reading the Pioneer Woman blog and had gotten up to catch the newspaper from Bubba as he retrieved it and drove off to breakfast.  I love P Dub (as she refers to herself in one of her oh so entertaining entries) and can't wait for her book to come out about how she met Pioneer Man.  So, P Dub inspired me to blog and my yogurt is still on the dining room table.  My mind is a sieve.

The Hills . . . well at our house anyway

This is what our front hill looked like in spring.  I wanted lots of colors and got them, but there is still too much dirt showing.  It's a good start though.

The Nest is Becoming Empty Again . . .

So, my Ashley is moving back to school again.  My heart isn't as sad as it was years back when my first little bird flew the coop.  But, I am feeling the pangs again.  I distinctly remember telling "little A" as we fondly call her, when she moved home in June that I didn't want to "bond" with her again because I knew she'd be leaving me.  I told her that she was "just a big leaver!" Some mom, huh? But, ya know something? I was right! She is leaving again. She and Chris took up the first load on Thursday and she is packing more stuff and making plans and making sorority boards for Rush for Sigma Kappa and, well, she's been busy. I am just very glad that I have Skype now and can see my kids while we talk.  This is a big help and I am looking forward to seeing her cute little face on the computer screen next week.  I just have to be careful what I am wearing when the "computer" rings.  It is a little tricky when you get calls on "naked Thursdays."

Labor Day Weekend

Well, it's the last weekend of the summer - wait, did we ever have summer? Well, yes, I think there were a couple of warm days, ate the requisite watermelons, watched the sun go down over the ocean, we had one beach party, and spent one evening with friends in their backyard by their fire pit.  Hmmm, guess that was summer. I'm not complaining though, believe me. I loved that it wasn't hot, hot, hot as usual.  But, it does make one wonder if come Christmas it will be 90 degrees in the shade.

We have been running errands, went to church last night, BBQd, hit the Macy's sale, found frames for the pictures of Lucy from Oh My Dog photos. I am actually typing this blog on Carrie's new laptop sitting in Dan's room in the recliner with my feet up.  Sweet!