Since I have no memory, and this IS my blog, I like to use it to remember things I would otherwise forget within moments of it happening.

Like conversations I have with my kids.

OMG.

Some of them are hillarious.

Like the time I overheard Dominic & Doug talking about school cafeteria food (specifically, meatloaf). I had to go write it down verbatim so I wouldn't forget the details. To this day, that conversation ranks at the top of my "Best Conversations of ALL TIME" lists. Too. Funny.

Anyways...I digress.

Sunday morning I met up with Dominic for breakfast.

He recently went and had a "Prospective Student" visit with the college he is interested in attending.

He was telling me all about it and the things he did while he was there.

But a few of the "Bullet Points" for that conversation are these:

- EVERYONE in college is "bi".

- Because of the above, he thinks while attending college, you should be given a colored wristband so that you know who you can safely "flirt with" so as not to get yourself into a "awkward" situation, or offend someone.

- EVERYONE has facial hair. So he was contemplating how he would work this. He doesn't like sideburns, and he's not really feeling the "billy goat goatee". One of the guys that had one, was eating soup, and apparantly not all the soup ended up in his mouth. The goatee worked as kind of a catch all for his meals. So he's still trying to figure out how to work this in. Any ideas?

- EVERYONE is a protester.

All in all, it sounds like he had a good time. He is looking VERY forward to starting this next chapter of his life.

It should make for some VERY good conversations.

Holy Smokes!

Who knew Hannah Montana could make me bawl like a little baby?

Is this a little...

Shocking?

Disturbing?

Pathetic?

Probably a combo of all of thee above.

But first I should probably back up to Friday, because that is when this whole cry-fest of a weekend started.

I hung out with Dominic, who is less than 2 months away from moving over 1,600 miles away. That was the first major crack in my already fragile emotional armour.

THEN, when I walked in the door from being with him, I was greeted with a BEAUTIFUL, SPARKLING, CLEAN house. When I had left it earlier it was nice & clean but when I came home it was IMMACULATE. You see, I have been blessed with a daughter who thrives on cleaning.

She had done the whole. entire. house.

I know...impressive.

BUT - I soon found out it came with strings attached.

She wanted to have friends over. I just wasn't in the mood.

I know, I know...MEAN MOM!!!!

She was crushed, then she was mad. I felt bad, but not bad enough to change my mind.

The rest of the day was meh.

Finally I had had enough of that day.

I was cranky and annoyed so I headed up to my room.

There was NOTHING on.

I came across Friday Night Lights it was about mid-way through the episode. I had never seen it before. It was good. VERY GOOD. SO good that Saturday I had it on my to-do list to go out and get. Which I did. Bill and I spent Saturday afternoon watching a few episodes while the kids were all out. I kept finding myself wiping puddles of tears from my face.

I AM NOT AN EMOTIONAL PERSON!!!!!

What in the H is going on with me???

pregnant?

menopause?

NEITHER are a GOOD diagnosis.

It must be the toll of the last several months and worrying about what our future holds. All I know is at some point during this weekend, I found myself sitting in a movie theater, with both my daughters and my husband, watching a girl I was SURE we'd be over by now, and I was BAWLING!!!!!

LOVE this song. LOVE the message.


For the record: I LIKE this girl, I like her music. I even listen to it if there are no kids around. I think she is VERY talented. And I CERTAINLY wouldn't want to be 16 years old with the eyes of the world watching my every move WAITING for me to make a wrong one. In my house, we make sure our kids know that the things and people to be admired are ones that work hard, learn from their mistakes and treat people well. Money, fame, glitz & glamour are fleating.

Also: I was distracted by her teeth through most of the movie, am I being shallow and nit-picky?

And: Billy Ray's chest is getting "old-man" looking.

Just sayin'....


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Sunday night was spent consolling Emmy about Easter.

It was SO sad.

This year we did NOTHING for Easter.

No Easter pageant.

No egg hunt.

No family get together.

She was really upset about it.

Next year I will have to remember that age is just a number and family traditions should stay intact. Sometimes I think that the kids are/should be past something and CLEARLY they are not.

Hope everyone had a Hoppy Easter. (ha ha haaa... )