Big and small. And chocolate.

We survived the college tour. It was great. Really great. Just seemed perfect for her. Really. 

I had only two sniffly moments...

Once when we parked and were walking across campus. 

It was surreal. Like - whoa here's my baby looking at a college. 

Jordan looked so big and so small at the same time. 

And right at the end, when they prayed over the kids as they make decisons and that God will shut and open doors for them. And a prayer for parents, too. That we just survive this...

It's a lot. This college thing. 

And I'm not just talking tuition. 

Although that's a lot, too. 

But I've got some time before this really start barreling toward me. 

So, let's talk short term. 

We cleaned and packed and moved and tossed more stuff at the houses of the deceased  on Saturday and Sunday. 

Latest discovery: 21 pounds of chocolate chips. 

Cookies, anyone?

Happy Monday! 

13th

Headed to Nashville for Jordan's college tour.
I'm excited.
Will also be setting up a special "Send Jordan to College" fund.
Details forthcoming on how you can aid in this effort.
College.
Wow.
Maybe I'll just call it 13th grade.

Boo.

Update:
I got my shot. It didn't hurt. I didn't faint.

I never know how much Halloween candy to get. I don't want to run out. But I don't want all that leftover. And then the dilemma of what to get. Good stuff. The less than good stuff. What do we want as leftovers?  The struggle is real.

Plus, it's supposed to rain tonight and some folks said kids would trick or treat tonight AND tomorrow. Ummmm. No. I'm a grouchy old woman. One night is plenty. Get off my lawn. Yes, I'm serious.  OK, the little bitty ones are cute. But, the big kids who don't even dress up and stick a pillow case in your face and grunt?  No thanks. So anyway, here's a KitKat. Bye.

Yes, I bought Gauge a Halloween costume. He's a glow in the dark skeleton. He loves it. Kind of.

The  Captain's finger still hurts. He just sits there with it stuck up in the air. Like he's drinking tea or something.

College tour tomorrow with Jordan. Excited about that. Nervy too.

That's all I got, people. Have a good day. Happy Halloween. Hope you get lots of treats.

Just a little stick. Then a little burn.

I haven't had a flu shot in 17 years.
My kids haven't had one in seven or eight. Hope that doesn't make me a bad mom...
Not naive enough to think that we won't get the flu, but we really just try to stay away from icky things. I wipe down door handles, light switches, remote controls, etc. Daily. Obsessively.
And, we haven't be sick in a long time.
Hope I didn't just jinx us.
But, now my employer requires mandatory flu shots.
Or, we can pass and wear a mask from December to April.
Hmmmm would that be so bad?
Probably.
But I'll be getting a shot today.
Boooooooo.
Have I mentioned I'm a fainter?
Not the reason I don't want to get a shot.  Just informing you.
Hope I don't fall out at work today.
Or get sick in three days.
Blah.
I'll be brave.
I hope.

Cutting the busy weekend off

Whew! We couldn't cram one more thing into this weekend. It was fun. And busy. And we are tired on Monday. Which is bad ...

Football game, basketball tryouts, birthday party, regular ol' weekend chores, plus hours and hours of packing and cleaning out and moving at the houses of Deceased G'Mom and Deceased Aunt. Mover boys and a truck helped Saturday.  We are allllllllmost finished.  I'm so ready to have this completed.

And then, about the time we were going to wrap up the wild weekend, the Captain came home from working at the deer lease and calmly told me he had cut the tip of his finger off. OK, then. After an hour of trying to get it to stop bleeding (four hours after he had done this) I drug him - against his will - to the minor med. A little silver nitrate (which made my brave, strong Captain come straight up off the table), a tight bandage, and some antibiotic and we were on our way.  Apparently severe blood loss makes him snore even more because I hardly slept last night...

So, happy Monday. It's here whether we like it or not.

Finally a post.

Wow what a slacker I am. October 4 was my last post. Sorry, people.

Enjoyed a great week at the beach. The hurricane totally fizzled out so we only had one rainy day. Nothing major at all. What a buzz kill. Read four books. Played Monopoly every night. Slept late every day, but not late enough to miss the sunrise. Beach sunrise and coffee and the Captain. Watched football. Was a great week with my people. Hated to leave. Hated.

So, back to life and reality. And, that includes continuing to clean out and move stuff from the houses of the deceased. The estate sale date is set so we have limited time to pack and clean and toss and move and such.  Trying not to get overwhelmed with all this.  Worked almost all weekend over there.  Wasn't quite as blissful as the beach, but hey what's a girl to do. This weekend's discoveries include: boxes of bundles of pay check stubs from 1970, about 40 make up "beauty bonus" kits, and two Rubik's cubes. Anyway, a few more weekends and we will be done. Yay.

More later.

I'll be a better blogger. I promise.

Hurricane

Fall break next week. 

We are headed to the beach. 

So is Tropical Storm Karen. 

Awesome. 

Guess I could ride out the hurricane with my mother-in-law. 

(She is retired and stays down there for a whole blissful month. We stay with her. See also: free)

Trying to decide when we are leaving. 

I'm just ready to G O go.

It's been a most challenging, draining and difficult four months and we all need a break. 

Besides a rainy day at the beach is better than a sunny day at home. 

Anyway, we are eventually headed there. 

Yay. 

So, bye. 

See you later. 

Got my books and my flip flops and I'm outta' here!