sigh

Just witnessed my 17 year old boy call the soccer coach he's had for years and break down in tears, letting Coach know he's been accepted by a higher level team and would be leaving the old one. 

Mad tears happening. Proud of my boy. Feeling his happiness and pain.

Recommended

Burgerville's yearly foray into serving strawberries and asparagus is not to be missed.

Also, Clark College's Pride Day celebration (which our Bella was part of planning) looks very fun.

"There are no more Narthexes to conquer."

- me and Lori R, my VHUMC replacement

Ways to piss off Daddy, #367:

Have Alexa play We Didn't Start The Fire and sing along but only sing the lyrics "Elvis Presley, Disneyland" over and over again

Thus this blog lives on

The historian in me cringes at the thought of #DeleteFacebook - it's basically a family journal of the last 9 years. 

So I've begun Operation Dismantle Facebook instead.

Also: Note to me: salvia Hot Lips

Shipping Heartbreak

Discovering that the box I chose will hold 100 bonnets...

...but not 102.

We have a name

It's Monday morning

and I may look like an average middle age mom but inwardly I'm wearing my cowboy boots and dancing my bum off to Hurts So Good

Welp

I need to join a new band, one where the lead singer isn't joined at the hip to his mother.

As it is I keep coming up with inappropriate band names, the least obnoxious being Motherboy.

Robby and the Mothers.

Psycho and Norman Bates are probably taken.

Wind In Her Hair

THERE ARE NO PRETZEL STICKS IN THIS COSTCO

On Mother's Day

I made myself a mix CD full of funky favorites.

And now all I gotta say is 

EV'RYBODY TAKE IT TO THE TOP

WE'RE GONNA STOMP

Mother's Day Sweets

Thanks, Barbara! 

Happy Birthday From Grannie

H opens an envelope.

NICE.

Looks Like a Good Day

...for a new phone.