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Saturday, June 13, 2015

Some days I don't even know...

This morning I found a treasure chest of cryptic (and not so cryptic) notes on my phone. I have no idea what the context was for most of them. Apparently when I'm in tight spot with no one to talk to, I turn to my phone, and as I read the notes, I think my phone has got to be a little annoyed that I'm taking up its valuable time with my loony nonsense.

At any rate, for your reading enjoyment, I give you...Crap I told my phone. (phone notes in red, my commentary on the notes in blue)

*Isn't it funny how our actions mean more to our parents than they do to us? Like with Wesley, it's so touching to me when I think of the sacrifice he's making for the country. I suppose though, it has to be that way for some of us, because if we fully understood the weight of our actions in the moment, we might second guess ourselves and not make the same choices. (OKAY! Obviously this deep note is an example of spending too much time in my head. I mean, really, WHY would I have this thought, then feel the need to tell it to my phone?)

*Things to remember
Cookies can never have too many nuts
Sunday mail delivery should not be a thing
Finals suck
I am tired
Honestly, doesn't it seem like I wouldn't need a list to remind me of these things? Do people forget they're tired and like nutty cookies?

*If something makes you feel like complete and total crap, you have made the correct parenting choice. That's the secret. And also, I said crap to my primary class yesterday. Obviously. And Oops!

This next one is such a classic example of my craziness that I can hardly believe I'm sharing it, but since I think probably about ONE person still reads this blog, and she knows how crazy I am, I'm going to consider this saving for journaling purposes.

*I'm cheesy, I have always been cheesy. When I was in the 6th grade there was this kid who lived across the street and he wanted to play ball at our house. Something happened and he didn't like the way things were going so he left. That's when I loudly shouted "Are you sure you don't want to play? Quitters never win!!!" I've been reading graduation speeches online and I realize that I'm a sucker for a good quote. I'm an idealist and I think that people are inherently good. I believe that standing together is the only way we have a chance. I have a misguided belief that I can make a difference and if you choose to do good you won't ever regret it. I believe in the future. 

So much going on here. I'm really surprised my phone didn't have me committed after I unloaded all of these FEELINGS. In my memory of the quitter day, the game we were playing was whiffle ball, so my outrage was clearly justified because what kind of kid quits in the middle of a high stakes neighborhood game of WHIFFLE BALL!? AND the kid's older, cooler, teenage sister was sunbathing on the roof of their house while I was standing in my backyard trying to teach him (and anyone else in earshot) a thing or two about commitment. Good grief. This really deserves an entire post....or session with my therapist.

*Listen people of the universe. My expectations of you are high, and when you don't meet my expectations it is upsetting. I believe that people behave in response to the way you treat them. Here's the thing, people of the universe, I am treating you like you are responsible and respectful. I treat you like you will fulfill your obligations, and in return I try to do those things also. But people of the universe???? You are not holding up your end of the deal. I am very disappointed in you lately. I hope this little talk has ruined your self-esteem. Well, I think it's obvious I was not having a good day here, and also that I am a tiny bit high strung.

*Finals week is despicable. This morning my flash drive died. The flash drive I have used to store every assignment I've done for the past 2 years. Including 2 that I have not turned in yet. Like a truly educated person I DID NOT back up any of it anywhere. I feel certain this would have never happened to Princess Leia. I cannot explain what Princess Leia has to do with this tragedy, except that I was on the verge of a breakdown and possibly my mind went to a galaxy far far away as a protective mechanism.

If feel a little sorry for my phone, I mean it can't even change the subject when I start rambling about who knows what. This could explain why it gives me bad directions sometimes. Revenge.





Friday, June 12, 2015

I always say, mocking your children online is the most sincere way of showing affection...

...or something like that.

A few weeks ago, I'm sitting at work, minding my own business, when I get this text....



I've learned that at times like these, you can either cry and feel like a parental failure, or laugh and figure, "it is what it is". In the past I've been more likely to go with the first option, but you know what? I'm too tired. She's the 5th child, and I'm done. EXHAUSTED YO!!

I'm mean, how terrible can person feel when they find out they are failing, knowing that they haven't done their homework "pretty much this whole quarter"?.

Here's to summer school and learning things the hard way!! Woo Hoo!!!


Friday, June 5, 2015

Does this thing still work?

Hey, look. My blog is still here. Hmm.

It feels like it has been months since I've written anything here....probably because it's literally been MONTHS since I've written anything here.

"I'm just SO busy", feels like my mantra/battlecry lately. Although, in truth, I'm not sure I'm any busier these days than I have ever been, It's just a different kind of busy. But...school is out for the summer, and even though I still don't feel like I'm rolling in free time, I'm going to try to catch up a little.

So, in backwards order, I give you the goings on about town....

On Wednesday, Sylvan and I drove to California to pick up Wesley who has been on a 10 month deployment in the Middle East. This was our first time seeing a ship come in, so we really didn't know what to expect. His carrier is based on Coronado Island, and we were told that we would be able to see it coming in from the beach on base.

 We got there early, and got as close as we could before this sign (and a young sailor with a blowhorn and a gun) kept us from having the perfect view. The Navy apparently has a problem allowing civilians on their firing ranges. Whatever.


 The whole way in there was a group of Navy helicopters flying overhead and as they got closer you could see the sailors, in their whites, "manning the rails". It was quite the sight.

 After they passed the beach they went around the island to their "parking spot", where it literally took an hour for 2 little tug boats to push the carrier to the dock.
 As they were getting into place, the loudspeakers were playing music that has obviously been tested on the mothers of lab rats and been proven to produce tears, even in the most country music hating of all women. I was already a wreck, so that, U.S. Navy, seemed a bit unnecessary.
 FINALLY, they started letting them off the ship. I honestly had no idea that it would take SO long. The parking, the tying off, the cranes putting the ramps and stairs into place. Good golly. Then, because there are so many crew members (around 6000), it took another couple of hours before we were finally able to hug Wes.



It was a long day, but SO worth it.
 There were so many loved ones there to support these men and women, it was amazing. I cried over every reunion(of COURSE I DID), and finally seeing Wesley was the best feeling. It has been hard having him gone for so long, and I as I stood there all day watching these men and women hug their spouses and kids, or see their newborns for the first time EVER....gah. The emotions. 

I'm going to quit now, before I launch into a sappy patriotic love song or some such nonsense. 
Hug a soldier, be kind to others, have a great day.
THE END

 
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