Wednesday, May 27, 2009
sadly, i've never kept a running list.
it's funny though, as i'm typing the word (a true test of my high school typing class skills where i can type a word without looking at my fingers on the keys) i find myself thinking is thwiqse a noun or a verb? or perhaps an adverb if i ad ly?
ocalka: a vegetable or a swampy campground?
and if it was a vegetable would it taste better raw or cooked?
would it be too much trouble to have the word verification be actual words? i know, i know. i need to focus.
but with words like pwecksa and woznsi i feel like i've gotten an education in russian or something.
i know. there's world hunger. there's nuclear testing going on in north korea. heck, there's diet coke on sale at the krogers.
but all i can think of is what in the world is an obzelny anyway?
at 10:01 AM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
so i'll share a bit of the online therapy session i had with myself:
the fact that i blog is something that my husband is pretty clueless about. in fact, most of my family is clueless about it (although my kids know, read it sometimes, and my son's GF reads more frequently than both of my own kids) even though we are over 650 miles away. oh well. i don't really talk about it much. but i do mention some of my "imaginary friends" and what i've learned from them. i pretty much keep the fact that they are my "imaginary" (online) friends on the DL, and simply refer to them as "friends." confused yet?
i blog to an audience of less than 10 regular readers. actually, if i had ten regular readers, that would be rather amazing to me!
this oftentimes begs the question:
why the heck do i blog??
herin lies the self therapy session.
i wish i really knew! is it because i think that there is something in my little life that might be interesting or insightful to someone else? is this a sign of excessive narcissistic tendencies?am i doing any kind of public service? if i say something in the middle of the woods, miles away from anyone, does it matter or does anyone care? i don't really know. most of the time i just feel like i'm talking to myself. perhaps that's therapy in itself. perhaps it my way of ironing out some kinks.
back to the husband. (did i mention i have ADD?)
i work for him in the family biz. i moved my office home after being out in our corporate office (of four people) and then into a creative co-op downtown, which i loved. being a designer, it's good to have people to bounce ideas off of. but money became tight and i moved home. into the lower level. no windows. i "affectionately" call my office the cave (much to the irritation of the hubster). i don't really mind being at home, but found that i crave interaction with people. i'm captivated by stories. i love good writing. and i have found some really neat people out there in the land-o-blog. many of the stories are heart breaking. and most of the people i follow have strong walks with the Lord, and their journeys encourage my heart. i am honored to pray for many of them.
if my husband knew how much i blogstalk or how much time i spend on my own blog (which really isn't much, but it is "work time") he'd probably stroke out. and the fact that i blog about us/family/whatever would strike him as exceedingly odd. i think he thinks the whole notion of blogging is a huge waste of time and i should be spending my time helping to make our struggling little business stronger. i think he would almost see it as a betrayal of our family business.
so i'm a closet blogger. i don't mention it to my IRL friends much. i don't advertise it overly on my facebook page (another eye-roll from the hubster). i enjoy my secret little online hobby. i get great ideas, yummy recipes, it sparks my creativity, i feel connected to the outside world from my little "cave."
but this also begs the question.
am i honoring my marriage by having this little "side compartment" that i don't necessarily keep hidden? it is out there. i just don't talk about it.
okay. therapy session over. i really do have work.
and i better get some of it done because we're about to leave on a little vacation of sorts. we're taking bamagirl to college for her orientation, then heading right out to denver for a bit of a family reunion and an opportunity to be adult guests at Frontier Ranch, the YoungLife camp, where both of our children spent the "best week of their lives." We have invited the hubsters parents to join us for a couple of days there, too, and are praying that the Lord uses this time to His glory.
at 9:30 AM
Monday, May 25, 2009
parenting. that is.
i have a friend who is expecting.
there's not even really a whisper of a babybump yet. she's that tiny. (grrrr)
and i'm on the opposite end of the baby spectrum.
i'm about to become (gasp!) an empty nester.
on the one hand, i'm doing the naked empty nest dance in our dining room. on the other hand, i'm buying stock in kleenex.
and i'm also realizing that our empty nest doesn't mean that our time as parents has come to a close.
nothing could be farther from the truth.
for now, we're helping our little eaglets navigate life on their own.
to learn how to "suckitup" and live life without their mommies and daddies.
like when boy wonder tore his ACL on a soccer field about six weeks into his freshman year at college. we live 90 minutes away. he called, a slobbering, snotty mess on the phone. probably in a heap on the sidelines. he couldn't quite sit there swelling for the next two hours while we ran down to get him. i mean, it's dark at midnite!
so what's a mommy to do? she tells her baby eaglet she's sorry that he's torn his ACL for the second time in 7 months, then she tells him do limp on back to his dorm, get some ice and take some ibuprofen.what would have been helpful would have been the part where i would have packed a little triage kit for college. ziplock bags for ice. ibuprophen. ace bandages. bandaids. neosporin. bactine. tylenol.
i mean, really. he never stops moving for a minute. surely he's going to need a little glue to put humpty dumpty back together every now and then!
as they say, hindsight is 20/20. it would have been a good thing to send with him. too bad i didn't.
so while i'm feeling:
a) devastated that he's torn his ACL for the second time, same knee, in 7 months and feel for him because he knows exactly what is ahead of him (mostly the rehab and no fun for the next 9 months)
b) terrible because when a child wants their mommy, they want their MOMMY! and she' s ready to make that happen!
c) crazed at how i'm going to get ice and ibuprofen to my child who is 90 minutes away.
i found someone to do a drive-by nursing stop (and a mom, at that!). and i told him how to use his medical insurance card and how to find a good orthopaedic clinic and how to get himself there.
he handled the rest. he even got his own MRI.
he managed. he had a little growing up to do, and he made it and managed just fine, thankyouverymuch.
and so now, almost a year later, we're parenting again. the registering for summer classes and scrambling around trying to recoup the $2,000 shortfall he's going to have this fall as he lost his scholarship by .6 of a point.teaching accountability, responsibility, proactivity and what it looks like to put col 3:23-24 into practice. it's one thing to say it's your life verse. (whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.) it's another thing to have it BE your life verse.
it's the job that never ends…
thank goodness. because i'd hate to think that our kids really would stop needing me. or their dad. i'm pretty glad parenting is a life-long job.
really, it's a life-long joy.
at 2:39 PM
Friday, May 22, 2009
it's such a cliché, but if it wasn't so true, people wouldn't say it all the time!
i think it was just two weeks ago that i birthed this child.
what a surprise that was! not that i wasn't aware that i was having a baby. that was rather evident in my increased waistline and the pudgy nature of my ankles. what was surprising was the fact that we had a girl, since we spent the prior twenty weeks anticipating the addition of our second son to the family. (hint: don't trust an ob/gyn's ultrasound skills)
we were glad that we elected not to tell anyone what we were having. we kept his/her identity a secret, and it's a good thing we did! the hubster even had to return the "it's a boy!" sign he had purchased for our mailbox.
the hubster was busy taking pictures and videotaping the big event while my doula and i were busy hee-hee-heeing and doing all the work. the doctor was joking about how long the baby's hair was as "he" was in the process of crowning. "he" popped out, and the doctor exclaimed, "it's a girl!" i looked down in absolute shock, and the hub continued to shoot away. the doctor invited the hubster to cut the cord (something we missed out on the first time since our baby was born in distress and there were about 25 people in the delivery room, but that's another story). when he looked down to do his duty, he looked at the doctor and said, ohmygracious, it's a GIRL!! and the doctor looked confused. "i said it was a girl, didn't i? hubster explains, "i thought you were kidding! you know, how the baby's hair was long, etc. i thought you were just joking around!" of course the doctor had long forgotten he had predicted a boy with the ultrasound since we were in the habit of calling our baby "the baby" and not referring to it as a he or a she.
so my husband is literally on a cloud. he went out into the hallway to high five anyone who was nearby. "we had a GIRL!! we had a GIRL!! we never have to do this again!! we have one of each!!" after a few laps around the floor as the lullaby played on the intercom system, signifying a new birth (ours!!), he remembered he had a wife and a new baby somewhere and he came back, still grinning ear to ear.
just remembering that moment brings tears to my eyes.
she was the quietest newborn i had ever encountered, as our first was a robust crier from the moment he hit the outside world. she. was. so. preciously. captivated.
i was still speechless, still incredulous that we had been blessed with a girl.
and so completely confused about what we were going to name her.
i'd love to say that we settled on a nice family name. a classic that was passed down for generations. or something clever. but with us wanting to leave the hospital less than 24 hours after her birth, we had to name her before leaving. so in a fit of pressure, we named her the 11th most popular name for 1991. (in 2007 it ranked 373) we almost gave her my mom's name, elizabeth, as a middle name, but settled on the name we were going to name our son, because we still liked it, but still kind of thought of it as a guy's name.
but after about 7 months of hearing her name everywhere, we decided we couldn't do that to her, so we began calling her by her middle name (much to the confusion of grandparents and her brother who had just learned how to say her name after calling her "baby" for six months), which is mclean, like the city in virginia. rhymes with mcplane, not with mcspleen. the non-phoneticness of it really bothered her grandmother, but it was the guy version, and we kept it. i sorta wish we would have girled it up a bit, just so she wouldn't have to constantly spell it or correct the pronunciations. oh well.
after having the world's busiest baby (and also colicy-est), having her was like having a posable barbie. she was so easy and content it was almost like i'd forget she was there. (not really, but it wasn't uncommon for her to just fall asleep under her little playgym in the living room.)
she was always eager to do anything her older brother did. fear rarely held her back. she oftentimes would try things before her more cautious brother would. she was the first to dive into a lake, catch crawfish, or eat something new. she treasured her older brother, just 18 months older, and acted more like his twin than baby sister.
like boy wonder, she played soccer. she cried when she broke her arm during the soccer season. not because it hurt, but because she thought she wouldn't get a trophy. in fact, the day she broke her arm (not realizing that it was broken) she broke boards with her head in tae kwon do. she never let much stop her.
soccer, tae kwon do, cheerleading, swimming, and diving. she was always involved in athletics even though she was plagued with knee troubles. she rarely complained, always perservered through the pain, and always competed at a high level. we were so proud when she captained the middle school cheerleading team and then when she picked up diving as a novice her freshman year and found herself on the collegiate feeder team the next year.
she performed at a high level in the classroom, too. her academic accomplishments opened doors for her to be able to have many options when it came time to make plans for college.
just last week she began kindergarten. yesterday she was a freshman in high school!
how did i blink my eyes and she graduates with honors from high school??
blink my eyes again and she'll be off to alabama. off to the land of crimson tides. off to tackle the honors nursing program.
i have no doubt that she'll be fearless in her pursuit of her goals. just like when she was a little girl. she's going to run out on that board and dive in. head first.
and we'll be right there, cheering her on.
bama girl and her bama roommate
but for this UT graduate and for my very orange-blooded soul, it's going to take some teeth-gnashing and some real letting go for me to say "roll tide!" and mean it.
at 9:57 AM
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
anywhoo. . .
lunch for me is a hard one. i'm usually working in the cave and to even venture upstairs is more than i'm really willing to do. so making something for lunch is even less likely to happen. but if i don't eat, then i snack. and that doesn't usually end well. i end up eating many more calories than i intended, and many of them empty ones.
so today, as i was foraging in the fridge, i saw the bag of beginning to wilt cilantro and thought that i would make a little juice-cous myself and whip up a quick lunch. 1/2 cup white grape peach juice (because it's what i had on hand, thinking the grapefruit juice would be not quite as tasty), 1/2 cup water, 1 cup couscous, a handful of craisins, some toasted almonds and a nice big handful of cilantro leaves. bring the liquids to a boil, toss in the craisins and couscous. remove it from the heat, slap a lid on it, and in five minutes after fluffing with a fork and tossing in the remaining ingredients, i had a tasty little snack. and best of all, with the fuity-ness of the couscous, i wasn't the least bit tempted to grab for the seasalt grinder.next time i'm going to try some pineapple, raisins and curry. with some garbanzo beans. not because i think garbanzo beans would be a nice touch (i mean, really, who thinks these things?), but because it seems like a little inconspicuous protein would do a body good. oh, and round it out with some homemade hummus and carrots.
geezopeeze. you'd think i hadn't eaten lunch already!!
at 2:30 PM
Sunday, May 17, 2009
still basking in the afterglow of graduations and great family time. if i can muster up some energy, i'll do my best to be clever and post tomorrow.
at 4:09 PM
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
and in my head i remember my mom saying, "ours is not to wonder why. ours is just to do or die." i think that was her way of shutting us up when we were asking why we had to weed around the house or shovel the driveway or other such banal activities we were forced to do as children.
but when it comes to things like a friend who goes through genetic gymnastics to get pregnant, and then has three beautiful children... how it is that she gets ovarian cancer when her baby is 18 months old and her oldest in kindergarten, and then dies three years later? kinda makes me scratch my head and ponder the mechanics a bit.
or a one-pound miracle baby who fights like crazy for her life for 11 months and just when you think she's on the homestretch of procedures and surgeries and is maybe, just maybe going to be able to go home... ends up mysteriously brain dead and slips away?
i'm having a hard time wrapping my arms around that one.
i'm not questioning God, or His wisdom, or His sovereignty. not for a minute. i know God's ways are not my ways, and my brain is too small to even fathom His purposes.
i know God is up to something. and i know He's used the freeman family so incredibly much throughout little kayleigh's eleven month life. but to bring her all this way only to have it end up like this??
i'm shaking my head. i guess i'll just have to rest in knowing that God is in control. and one of these days, when i get to heaven, i'm going to ask Him to show me all that He accomplished through this all too short life (He's already accomplished so much through her in 11 months. her impact on this world has been incredible. i don't mean to diminish His or her impact one iota). i have absolutely no doubt that God is up to something huge here, and knowing the freemans like i do (after spending many hours and days reading their blog, if that can be considered "knowing"), i have no doubt that their grieving and future journey will be nothing other than God-honoring. God will get (is getting) all the glory, but our hearts are aching, and that ever pesky question just lingers on my lips.
don't take this as disrespect, Lord. i just hunger to understand.
at 4:19 PM
Monday, May 11, 2009
in the spirit of how we spend our monday mornings, it's time for our weekly "true confessions" or "un-confessions" as we spill our guts about all we didn't do over the last week. you know, stuff we really did, but wouldn't ever admit to. especially not for the entire world to see. i know i don't exactly have the draw that mckmama does, but this is actually accessible by anyone, so technically, i'm baring my soul for the whole world to see. not that anyone will actually see it. whatever, you get the point. check out to see what the rest of mckmama's blog carnival, not me mondays (nmm) hasn't been up to as well.
the last week has been a blur of activity and preparations. i'm not so consumed with the details of putting together a wonderful baccalaureate service that i was awake from 1:30 am until 5. and i didn't fritter the time i could have been doing things that would have taken the stress away by reading and finishing a book instead. i mean i was kind of trying to fall back asleep.
in the midst of preparing for graduation, i didn't help my son host 36 kids over at our house on friday night for the innaugural wiffle ball preseason banquet. with a country club theme, everyone arrived dressed to the nines. i didn't snap a million pictures, because i would only have to download them and organize them and save a few for my blog and who in the world has time to do that? NOT ME!!
the hubster and i didn't have as much fun as the kids that night and weren't up until the wee hours of the night talking and laughing with the kids. i mean who does that? they need their space, right?? i mean, we would never just sit around and hang out with our kids friends and laugh and share stories, right?? i thought so!
i didn't spend the entire day on saturday preparing for the graduation party we were throwing for bama girl immediately following baccalaureate service. i didn't spend three hours scanning pictures for her slide show that i wanted for sunday. i mean, it's not like i didn't know she was graduating, right? it's not like i didn't have a few years notice about this event!! i would never procrastinate this bad that she had to pick out her own photos for the show! and i would never wait until the day before the party to finish something i had years to prepare for. that is so unlike me! really, it is! (n't)
i wasn't up past midnight on saturday hemming her graduation gown and shortening the sleeves. i wasn't so cheap and miserly and bitter about having to purchase (as in keep forever) another graduation gown because we had a perfectly resonable one in our possession that wasn't even a year old!! i wasn't the least bit frazzled that the sewing machine kept messing up, resulting in a labrynth of stiches where only a single stitch should have been. and since it was doing that on the frontside of the gown, i wasn't grinding my teeth and about to hurl four letter insults at a stupid machine. nooooo, that would be entirely irrational and at one o'clock in the morning i was completely rational. and after ripping (again and again) i didn't finally put the finishing touches on the gown and it didn't look absolutely perfect. and i didn't gloat in the least about how we didn't have to purchase another lame, cheap gown. i mean who needs to own ONE of those things, let alone TWO!!?
i didn't cry once while i was looking at all the graduates ready for baccalaureate. i didn't marvel at how God had orchestrated a perfect, cool, sunny (in the midst of veritable monsoon weather here for the past two weeks) mother's day and all the elements for a precious baccalaureate. that is completely in His character, and i didn't doubt for a minute that it would all be perfect. and the service wasn't the most amazing service with the most precious speakers or the most talented bunch of kids performing. i didn't swell with just a tad of pride as our school's administrators complimented a glorious event. it wasn't a splendid way to spend mother's day and i didn't cry like a baby. nope, not me!!
and i didn't drop with exhaustion into bed at 10 pm last night. and i didn't fall asleep in minutes without even having to read to get sleepy. and i'm pretty much sure i didn't snore. because that would be so completely out of character for me.
at 11:11 AM
Friday, May 8, 2009
forget same sex marriage. (and the fact that these two were recently named to be the ones most moms would like to babysit their kids. . . random!!)
forget rising gas prices. (and trust me, people. they're rising!)
but online parties?
it used to be you'd get a postcard in the mail. sometimes homey-handwritten, more lately the nice, four color kind with a beautifully art directed image on the front, and on the other side, instructions for when the party is and who the hostess is.nevermind that it's HORRIBLY gramatically incorrect!!
be it tupperware, pampered chef, southern living, mary kay, candles, underwear, cute monogrammed smocked clothing. . . you've been to them, i'm sure.
there'd be snacks, small talk, laughter, child-rearing advice, a little husband-wranging advice/venting, and if you were really lucky, there'd even be a glass of wine!
and then after a little mingle-time, the main event would happen. the "account representative" would do the "vanna white" maneuver over the array of products and would proceed to share with you all the reasons why you couldn't possibly live without the iceburg lettuce keeper (never mind that i haven't bought iceberg lettuce in three years). and nevermind that i already have an iceberg lettuce keeper in my "tupperware cabinet" that i haven't used since the day i bought it, but the next thing you know, i'm thinking that my kitchen won't be complete until i get one. in lemon yellow. or whatever the latest "in" color tupperware is featuring.
wait. i've got the old stuff, i need the new stuff (not like my old stuff doesn't have any "burp" left in it, i just want the new color!!)
i've soon got an order form, filled out to the nines. and while i have visions of my husband serving me with papers, i hand it to the girl so she can talley and add shipping and tax and i can then anxiously await the potential thrill of winning a teensy door prize while i cautiously hand her a check that i secretly hope will not land me in divorce court.
i hopped on facebook the other day and what to my wondering inbox should appear but an e-vite to a pampered chef party! oooooh!! what time is it? i wondered. mmmmm i can just tast the little goodies the pampered chef lady is going to make for us! oh! i hope it's that pillsbury crescent roll appetizer wreath thingy! i need another one of those little metal spatula/server things, too.
there is no party.
i'm at the party. well i will be as soon as i click on this link and go to this site and order here and stick the hostess's name in here and click shopping cart and all done!
no door prize?
no pillsbury crescent roll appetizer wreath thingy?
i mean if the hostess isn't going to even go to the trouble of cleaning her house and making finger food and some weird punch-concoction, why should i buy some stuff (that i don't even need) so she can earn points and get free stuff??
has the world come to this?
point and click parties? bring your own beverage?
i don't think so.
i'm going to go get my lettuce keeper and mix up a batch of cookies. make my own dang snacks and maybe i'll go hog-wild and have orange juice and ginger ale. and i'll cook my cookies on my pampered chef stone and i'll scrape them off with my little pampered chef spatula. and i'll put some mary kay makeup on and have my own dang party.
but i'm not going to go to some online party.
notgonnahappen. she should at least have to clean her house.
at 11:59 AM
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
so anyway, back to my "friend." he's spent the last four years working on this book, and believe it or not, he's offering it for FREE. why, you ask? well, because he thinks this story of HOPE is just too good, too impactful to risk someone not getting a chance to read because of a pricetag. below is more info:
*Real Life Friends
Terrorist to Evangelist: The True Story of Kenneth McClinton by Brent RiggsBorn into poverty, an abusive alcoholic father, state-run homes, violence, prison, political turmoil... Ken McClinton was born to lose. But all alone in a prison cell, he found the God who never gives up, and was born again. From childhood to terrorism to murder to prison to salvation, this is the real story of a real terrorist rescued by a real Savior. Please, tell your friends and family about this absolutely FREE story of hope. http://www.terroristtoevangelist.com/
Read the first chapter, and I DARE you to try and stop reading...
so there you go. an honest-to-goodness-dare. who can pass up one of those?
Monday, May 4, 2009
after a long absence while we were all busy praying for little mckmuffin's heart to get out of his stubborn SVT, we took a five (or was it six??) week hiatus to stand virtual vigil beside his little hospital crib. he's home and NMM is back! and you can skip on over to mckmama's site to see what everyone else hasn't been doing lately!
while i could write a book of all the things i did for the last 5-6 weeks, i'll have a little mercy and spare you the gory details.
many of you already don't know that i haven't been sweating profusely and cursing jillian michaels right to her face as i haven't been shredding for the past 23 days. (i would never curse, or hurl insults, nope, not my style.) and i would never waste my time grunting epitaphs (ie wishing a certain someone a tomb-like existence) at someone who can't even hear me, since she lives on my television. . . that wouldn't make me very bright, would it?
i haven't made it 21 of the last 23 days on the said shred, and i havent' dropped 3+ inches off my frame in hopes of fitting into the smaller clothes i got last year when i dropped almost 40 pounds. i would never have gained so much of that weight back that i'd have to forgo wearing skinny clothes for new, bigger clothes. that is NOT gonna be me, nosirnoway!!
i didn't have 8 girls getting ready for prom splayed all over my living room on saturday. i didn't cringe slightly as my entire living room was getting an aquanet shelacking all day. no, i would never be that "mrs. clean-anal" that is so not my style, and i have the tumbleweed dustbunnies to prove it.
i didn't have all 8 girls parents and dates drop in in one fell swoop and it wasn't the least bit chaotic trying to corral the three yapping dachshunds who wanted to be in the center of the attention and/or chew on the new toddler that they were completely confused with. they've never seen a baby before and were not absolutely captivated and did not knock the little one down without so much of an "i'm sorry." and we weren't all scrambing around trying to take pictures in the one nice spot on the back patio. we didn't look like a bunch of drunk paparazzi. nope, that would have been out of control, and we were certainly the picture of decorum. ahem.
after taking about 100 pictures on my back deck, we didn't all pile into our vehicles to go out and join fifteen other couples in the park. it would be practically impossible to take pictures of 36 people.
(and boy wonder isn't so comfortable in his own skin that he can drop choppers and give us the gumby-smile!!)
and it wouldn't be completely crazy with another 50 people trying to snap away. it wansn't ridiculously noisy between hearing people say "look here!" and prom-goers yelling for their parents, "mom!! over here!!" it wasn't chaos. no, we were orderly and we could hear the birds chiping overhead.
the rain that had fallen in torrents since thursday didn't stop during the afternoon just long enough for pictures to happen. and the sun didn't peek out briefly while we were in the park. it wasn't like God himself didn't whisper "see, i heard you, how nice of you to ask! and here you go!!" and i didn't take a second to unglue my eye from my camera's eyepiece long enough to look up and say, "thank you, Jesus!"and i wasn't absolutely thrilled that bamagirl and boy wonder are such great friends that she asked one of his friends and he went with one of her friends, and they aren't so tight that most of her friends went with his friends. and it wasn't like a giant reunion of the college guys reuinting with their friends from high school. it didn't make me cry for one second, marveling at how all those punches and button-pushing has resulted in one amazing, God-centered friendship and love.
i did not leave the park and head straight for the apple store for ilife 09. i mean i have ilife 08, and it works perfectly!! i didn't covet the new bells and whistles (one of which are the most amazing slide shows EVER) and didn't cough up the $99. (thank you graduation invite business!!) i wasn't still up editing pictures when the kids came back to collect cars and head out to the after party, and i didn't have a slide show ready for them to see!!
i didn't tear up slightly when i looked at my bamagirl and realize that she has just one week of high school left. i didn't just look over her crib and look at her sweet sleeping face just yesterday. she did not grow up in the blink of an eye, no, not her!!
and i am not old enough to have two children in college. gah, not me!!
at 9:38 AM