I noticed that it has been a full month since posting. Life is busy. With DH at school 4 nights per week (with the computer) I have had little time to spare (and even less internet access) to jot a quick note on this here blog.
Since my last posting, work has been non-stop. My boss has been a joy to work with so far. He has even thanked me for my work on our last office move, even though he had no part of it. He was surprised that I was not given any sort of over-time pay or comp-time for my efforts, as I had little help in our office, and I managed to take care of the move and do all of my regular duties, and told me that that situation would never happen again. It was nice to hear that efforts were appreciated, even from someone outside of the situation.
Older-DS and I had an interesting converstion the other week. We were sitting around the kitchen table while he finished his dinner. We were discussing how someone in his class had gone to summer school and that he wanted to go. I explained that summer school is generally for those who failed a class and needed to make it up. In other words, he really did not want to go. Then I explained that when he was older that the only summer school that I would not be upset about him having to take was Driver's Ed. That was when Daddy had taken the class, while I took it during the school year.
Older-DS was upset about Driver's Ed. He has decided that he will not take this when he is 16 since it requires parent's permission and he will only get his license when he is 18 and can secure one (after passing the mandatory tests) without mom or dad. Somehow I think he will change his mind before he's 18. Of course, he may not just out of spite. He does have a bit of a stubborn streak.
Younger-DS has taken to using the X-box controller to play "football" (oh, come on!) while DH has the college or pro games on TV. This morning he was dragging it around calling for DH to play...even though it was 8 a.m. and there is no game on TV. He was quite upset when I told him that yes he could play, but it would be later. He plugging in the controller himself and demanded that I change the channels until a game was on. Not having cable, there wasn't much available other than 6 Spanish channels, a few religious programs, political shows and an info-mercial or two. Not quite controller fare, and it's difficult to make those politicians move around the table...unless you have a few green-backs in your pockets.
But the games have begun for the afternoon, so he is a happy camper.
DD is enjoying pre-K, even though she isn't as fond of being dropped off at daycare afterwards. But we drive by the "Blue Water" on the way and she seems to feel a bit better. "Blue Water" is a fountain at one of the local apartment complexes where they have colored the water, instead of painting the bottom of the fountain. Her first "school" pictures are on Friday.
DH has been studying hard. We're (I'm) counting down to the end of the semester...then the end of the year...then the bar...then life as a lawyer. The light is at the end of the tunnel, although DH still says he never really thought that he would make it through. Of course he would!
I have made a few pieces of jewelry, and thought I would share them. This is not all, but it's a good sampling...even if the pictures did not turn out well. Someday I would like to become proficient, but I'm still learning. My attempt at the Ndebele stick last night did not go quite as well, so I will be re-doing it with different beads. Or using the same beads with a different stick, since I like the colors.
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Frankly, I don't think your oldest DS is the only one with a small stubborn streak. They must all have inherited it from their daddy. He was always a sweet little boy, but he definitely did things his way and in his time. He wouldn't be making it through school without you. You and those wonderful grands are his life. I'm so glad all of you are in mine.
I don't understand why everyone says I'm stubborn. Unlike all the rest of you, I have spent most of my life around me, and I've never seen a stubborn individual.
As for The Boy, I'm sure if we told him he can't cut off his nose because his face wouldn't look right, he'd cut it off just to prove us wrong.
Kirsten your jewllery is beautiful; how talented you are!
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