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Weekends drag on forever when that guy that I like so much is out of town.

Especially when it rains.

We went to Target. We went to Taco Bell. We went to Macy's. We went to church. We went to Maggiano's.

Yawn.

Brian bought a new hat and I asked to take a picture of him. He (as usual) agreed.

And this says it all:

Brotherly love.

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(Oh...and 953 is the number of posts I've done. Crazy!)

Matthew

Happy Birthday!

My boy. My baby boy.

He's 20 today.

TWEN-TY.

How can that be? Wasn't he just a babe in my arms?

Whoosh.

First day of Kindergarten?

Whoosh.

13?

Whoosh.

Learning to drive?

Whoosh.

Going away to college?

Whoosh.

Leaving the teens?

Whoosh.

My boy is TWENTY.

What a fun journey we're on, Matthew. Keep doing what you are doing...you are doing it well. You've got one proud momma over here.

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(be safe on your trip...love you!)

(Oh...and I stole this picture from his facebook page. The mohawk is gone and add earrings. The smirk? 100% Matthew, which is why I like the picture.)

Ugh

This is going to be the post in which I rant and rave and moan and groan.

Just letting you know ahead of time.

• I have spent the week trying to work with people who have no desire to be worked with. I have been cussed at, belittled, ignored, and told I was a 'young idiot'. (that was my personal fave, since I have a son leaving teen-hood tomorrow.) From crossing guards. Yep, your friendly neighborhood crossing guards. Today after being called a name that I myself have never even uddered (shocker), I climbed in my car, drove a few blocks and cried. Like a young idiot.
• I tweaked my back last night playing Dr Mario. Dr Mario, you ask? Isn't that a game that you play sitting down and don't move any muscle except your eyeballs and thumbs? I looked over my shoulder and felt something pull. Oh, and it's not just my husband who is out of town...my chiropractor is too.
• I ran into Costco to return some shorts I had bought for Brian. Had two things on my list...eggs and 1/2 and 1/2. Bought eggs and forgot the jug of 1/2 and 1/2. Drove home, grabbed the eggs and dropped all 18 of them in the street in front of my house.

Whew. There you have it. All will be well.

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Busy Week

My favorite things of late:

sunshine.

a quiet house.

a mozzarella/fresh basil/sundried tomato panini

one diet coke a day. in a glass.

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It's been a busy week, full of crossing guards and jewelry orders and cooking and NOT cleaning (ugh) and volunteer work and boys.

Always boys. I do like them there boys.

What I don't like is chicken.

(how's that for a seg way?)

Fortunately I am not famous like Oprah, so I don't have to worry about being sued for not liking chicken.

But I don't like chicken.

I am not even going to get into why I don't like chicken, but it happened a few years ago and we'll just leave it at that.

I do; however, like cows. And the fact that they give me pot roast.

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What other randomness can I write about today?

Last night Alex and a friend went to the gym. I was assigned the duty of picking them up, but in the midst of cleaning up from supper and a husband who wanted to talk and an 11 yr old's meltdown over the lack of chocolate chips in the house (it was intense, I tell ya), I kind of forgot.

I was sitting on the couch in my jammies watching the Olympics when Alex called.

"MOM!"

Because no one ever says the word mom, at least in my house, in a soft gentle voice. It's always well articulated.

"MOM!"

So out I went to pick them up, wearing my red n black santa pj bottoms, a lime green t-shirt and brown clogs.

Oh, and there just might've been a barrette on the top of my head. I'm not positive because I can't see the top of my head. Good thing.

Not sure, but that very well may have been on my list of things that I would never EVER do as a mother.

Oh well.

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New Do

I love Mondays.

I love Mondays when I have something exciting and fun to share.

See the new Bella Michele Jewelry button? ------------>

Check it out!

(makes me very happy!!)

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Mt. Laundry

My life, in a nutshell.

Which makes me think of Tammy, who called and left an 8 minute (yes, EIGHT minute) voicemail on my cell. At the end she said, 'ok...that's my life in a nutshell. (pause) I guess it's a pretty big nutshell.'

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Almost drove off the road, I was laughing so hard.

Anyway, my life in a nutshell. Laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

See these white clothes? They've been in the dryer since MONDAY people. Monday.

And today is ????

SIGH.

Lucky me...it's not just piled up in the laundry room. It's here:

And here:

And if I'm not mistaken, it's piled pretty high in my bathroom, too.

Who's in charge around here anyway?

I was concerned that I might get fired, so I made breakfast this morning...potatoes, peppers, onions, avocado and tomato topped with a couple of over-easies.

It's a temporary fix (but I still have my job as Queen at least) and now my day will be spent trying to get it under control...there's not a clean sock (or other unmentionables) in this whole houseful of boys, so I can't put it off any longer.

At least I'll have the Olympics to keep me company.

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Summoned

A few weeks ago I was assigned to jury duty...the call in kind. And I faithfully called in on Friday and Monday and Tuesday and then completely forgot about the rest of the week.

It's all these boys, I'm tellin' ya.

Turns out I was due to report on Thursday, but I didn't know because I didn't call, so I was a no show.

When the postcard came in the mail, I got scared. Though not as scared as when I saw the other envelope that came in the mail that day...the one with the 3 capital letters.

IRS.

But we're not gonna blog about that because it makes me cry. And then laugh. And then rock back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

However, the jury duty summons I could fix with a phone call and I chose to report today. I'm off work, the boys have school, seemed like a good plan.

That is until Alex was up all night long with bad stomach pains (which I thought might've been appendix, but I now think is just the flu. I hope.) and I was up with him, worrying. And if you know my Alex at all, then let this sink in...he woke me up at midnight in PAIN.

Not good. Not good. Not good.

He finally slept at 4:30am. Poor pobrecito.

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I had to leave him and hang out at the court house. Grrrr. He slept until I woke him on my lunch break and he ate a little soup. He's now on the couch waiting for me to come home...I had to back at 1:30pm and just found out I will be dismissed by 3:00pm.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Praise God for WiFi.

So here I sit, watching people. And playing on Facebook. And blogging. And wanting nothing more than to go home to my 16 year old, who needs his momma.

Sigh.