Run On Peace

The mom/aunt sitting in the backyard with banana rum, watching the dog try to get his ball from the pool while the youngest member of our 'village' helps by getting the ball which leads to yelling by the dad as the dog runs with ball through the newly painted flooring immediately followed by the ball back in the pool, laughter from moms...repeat at least 2 more times.

Run on sentence? Yes.

Peace on a Friday night? Absolutely.

Hope you all found your form of peace, be it a crowded dance floor or quiet room:)

Oops

For those of you in the cube world, you know how fun over the wall wars can be...candy, beach balls, paper - you name it. Well, as shown in the picture above, I don't let the blue walls close in on me.

A warning was given, "I am going to throw this ball at someone! " 30 minutes later I let it fly, and instead of the cubbee cover I was aiming for I hit my wonderful friend in the head. Couldn't have done that if I tried. I laughed. Next I hear "RUN" and before I am even half way down the cube hall I am pegged. And it was well deserved. And funny. And enjoyed by many.

This was hilarious and we laughed again today. Somehow, in print, not as funny. Guess you had to be there. Bad luck for all of you that you weren't.

Enjoy the cube world my friends - goodness knows we spend enough time in them!

I.....yeah, nothing's coming to me just now.

I wish I had something witty or funny or creative but I have nothing.

Thoughts?

Is the new year now in August?

I just signed up for a boot camp for the month of August. Why August? Because I was asked by a friend so I did it.

I have since been supported by a number of other friends/acquaintances that have done the same thing! It is a often discussed fact that health club memberships go up in January and probably right before bathing suit season, but August? That is the start of the school year, so really it is another beginning of sorts. Could that be what is motivating us?

What is your school year resolution? Boot Camp anyone?

Mondays

It's funny, I was perusing FaceBook this morning and found it funny the amount of people who were unhappy it was Monday. First, let me make it clear - I am no different of course, Mondays tend to slap me upside the head and this one has been no different.

BUT (yes, the big BUT it is Monday afterall), Monday always comes, every week. It comes after Sunday which for most of us is the weekend. Now, if you have kids you know the weekend is actually busier most times than the week. Much busier and more exhausting. Is the difference that we don't have to go into work? Or is it that Mondays are programmed in our heads to be the day of dread?

I think I will like this Monday - despite the crappy way it started! Monday is now my day!!!

The best laid plans

So the Troop 285 bus was supposed to pull out this morning at 10am, meaning we had to be at the predetermined meeting site at 9. Which was quite a nice change from the 4am time of last year.

Then the bus showed up at 9:30am with no a/c. For 41 boys, 6 SMICs and a 4+ hour drive to OK. Not going to work my friends. They send us away to wait saying coming back at 10:30am for the new bus. In what can only be described as a comedy of errors, the new bus doesn't show up until NOON.

A little before 12:30pm our boys, and the brave men, head off to Oklahoma for a week of Boy Scout camp. I spend the rest of the day trying not to think about another week without the kiddo, having a great time of course with friends, paint, a pool and white wine (it's hot in this state so yes, chilled white instead of the standard red). The reassuring email comes that they arrived safely and are looking forward to a great week.

Then life gut checks you and you have to pause and remind yourself that raising an independent child is awesome...yet... he will be gone before I know it and well prepared for life.

Here's to our amazing children, and the moments we realize that the pride we feel is only second to the love in our hearts for those crazy, moody preteen boys:)

Go....

I spent a great night with friends/family and know that even though my blood family is far away, some of my family is less than 3 miles away...proving once again true friends are the family you choose.

Thank you my family - the kiddo and I would be nowhere without you! Yes my friends, even the strongest and most independent of us have to admit we need our family; and if I can do it - so can you!

Think about it, who is your family ?