Sunday, August 30, 2009
Evidently I'm not one for change . . .
Then I realized I think my problem is I don't like CHANGE, thankyouverymuch.
Not the kind that my kids are going through, not the kind that we are going through as parents, not to our schedule, not to my responsibilities, and definitely NOT the kind Obama is drowning this country in.
But that's another story.
I think I would be happy with the kids staying the same age forever, at home with mom and dad, with our summer schedule . . . . don't you think? I know. Probably not. I just have to enter into these new eras of life kicking and screaming. New limbs are scary places to hang out, people. Uggh.
Then there's another part of me - more adventurous - that would totally pack up and move to Alaska next week. Seriously. Maybe I'm just bipolar.
This week I won't even have time to mourn the passing of summer - Monday I work and we have soccer; Tuesday we have a major orthodontist appt. - 2nd opinion; Wednesday I have an all-day leaders workshop for my bible study, then soccer and a church meeting; Thursday I have a PTA meeting and Friday we have eye appointments for the kids.
Then there's Saturday. It's my bIRtHdAy and I am making it all about ME, folks. :) 'Cause very little is about ME these days. So I'm allowed a ME day, right? Can't wait . . . .
BTW, the boys are doing great with 2nd grade - so far so good!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
And They're Off . . .
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Minnesota Vacation, Part 2
We had a great time at Vikings central - although it would have been much more interesting had a certain former Packers player been on the scene. :) Being here got us all in the mood for football season, but I can't TELL YOU how excited my husband is NOW. Uff da. #4 had better not disappoint!
Two more days of summer . . . sigh.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Life in a Northern Town
Here are some highlights . . . .
Since I've already posted 30 pictures, I'll do the rest of our trip in the next post. Part two up next. :)
Friday, August 7, 2009
What happens at Grandpa's stays at Grandpa's . . .
It's rally week.
So last night I get an email from my dad, showing what he and Jack were up to yesterday:
Shopping for trikes.
Jack thought he was pretty cool. Looks like a natural on that thing. I think I should be worried. And he's thinkin' that Grandpa should buy it for him. Got that, Dad? :)
I don't know if it's because we live in the midst of the Sturgis motorcycle rally every year, or because I saw this guy's story on the news . . . but for whatever reason, I dove into this book this week:
Wow.
Fascinating, to say the least.
It's an account by an undercover ATF agent who gets himself all the way into the inner ring of the Hells Angels. Totally riveting. I can't put it down.
Anyhoo.
Yes, it's been a LONG time since I updated this. A more lengthy update, complete with tons of pictures is coming shortly. After I make sure my other son makes it home safely from Grandma and Grandpa's and hasn't gone off and joined a biker gang with Grandpa. ;)
Stay tuned.