Calm down, LA....

So I've been fighting with the Boy pretty much since the start of school over not bringing his homework home, his behavior at home, general brattiness, right?

So we go to Tarjay and to dinner with Hubs' hot friends (mmmm...) tonight. Get home, and the message light is blinking.

"Hi, Mrs. S---, this is Ron, Superintendent of Kanawha County Schools...."

You know that moment in A Christmas Story when Ralphie goes "fuuuuuudddddddggggeeee..."
except he doesn't say fudge? That was me.

Only apparently the school board took their meeting tonight to call every single family in the county to warn them about the Staph/MRSA situation, give a reminder about hygiene, and let us know what the school system is doing to prevent an outbreak.

And here I was convinced that he had done something SO AWFUL, it bypassed the principal and went straight to the top.

He really needs to start behaving so I can stop thinking like that.

I love football.

The hubs somehow managed to score 50 yard line BOX seats to the WVU game yesterday. AND a parking pass. Awesome.

We had fun. I love football games. I love cheering, and yelling, and jumping up when the opposing team fumbles the ball. I love the goofy little chants. And the band. Of course the band. The sound of cadence echoing in a stadium gives me goose bumps. (Yes, I was a band geek. What's your point?) Football makes me feel like a teenager, for some reason. In the moment, it feels like first and ten is the most life or death matter you'll face that day. Of course, in the grand scheme of things, it means pretty much nothing, at least for the people sitting in the stands. But for those three hours, it's fun to lose yourself and become part of something bigger than you.

Okay, that was pointless.

Happy birthday, my lovely...

Three months today. Time is passing way too quickly.

Big dreams...

The Boy has determined that when he's 18, he's going to climb Mt. Everest.

Good luck with that, dude.

Haiku Friday...

I spent a big chunk of July composing "term day haikus" (what is the plural of haiku???) for my lovely, lovely friends on the Mom's board. So I don't have any idea why I haven't participated in the blogging craze that is sweeping the nation before now...thank you, Canape, for reminding me.

This is for my new friend Andria, who is due to have her sweet one on the greatest birthday in the world.

Sweet baby surprise,
you couldn't be more loved, love.
Mama's arms await.

One moment...

Confession time. I love the TV show 7th Heaven. I catch all the reruns I can. Embarrassing, but true.

Four years ago at this very moment, I was laying on the couch watching the one where grandma and grandpa come to visit. Mom wakes up in the morning and just knows that her mom is gone.

I laid there thinking "Thank god I don't have to go through that with my parents for years."

You see, my mom didn't want me to get married. She said I was ripping the Boy away from Roaster, and it wasn't fair of me to do that. From July to that day, we didn't speak much. Even on my wedding day, she pretty much ignored me and pretended that the day didn't mean what it meant.

But four years ago today, I stood up to SD. We went to court, me against him and the lawyers his Mommy paid for. And I beat him. Just me. No lawyers, no help from anybody. I called Mama on the way home, and I swear I could hear her smile. She told me she was so very proud of me. And for the first time in months, years maybe, I really felt as though she and I were making progress. It was going to get better, our relationship. We'd learn to be friends.

But later, as I lay on that couch thanking heaven that I had two parents who loved me, who I wouldn't have to watch die for many, many years, she was already gone.

Molly, is that irony?

Gah, I swear it was yesterday. I spend every moment wondering when it will stop feeling so fresh. When I will stop remembering that phone call, the drive home, the days between today and putting her in the ground. When I will stop remembering all that so vividly and replace it with her face, her voice, her stupid dance moves, ANYTHING but the pain.

If someone could let me know when that will happen?

I actually like some of these better...

I've been tagged by Molly to give you the names of my alter-egos.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car)
Ziggy Highlander2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream, favorite cookie)
Moose Tracks Snickerdoodle

3. YOUR FLY “GUY/GIRL” NAME: (first initial first name, first 3 letters last name)
LSny

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Cobalt Penguin

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Ann Charleston

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters last name, first 2 letters first name)
Snyle

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink and add” the”)
The red daquiri

8. NASCAR NAME: (first names of your grandfathers)
Roy Vernon

9. STRIPPER NAME: (favorite perfume, favorite candy)
Tuscany Per Dona Three Musketeers (I don't think I'd get too many tips...)

10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s and father’s middle names)
Jane William

And now I tag:

Seriously, Molly tagged everyone who reads this...