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Well, that’s done.  5 down, 2 to go!

Actually, the graduation ceremony was lovely.  Total length of time was right around 60 minutes.  There were only a few boring speeches; the valedictory speech was a hit and the principal mentioned my boy by name in his speech.  IMG_6901-001

After the ceremony, most of the parents were on the auditorium floor offering congratulations and taking pictures and such.  When we were done with all of that I was heading for the seats and the upper floor…and as I raised my foot to climb the first step, something got in my way and I crashed to the steps in a rather ignominious fashion.  Well, ignominious might be a little harsh, but it was bad.  I hurt all over.

Available came to my rescue and helped me climb the remaining 20 or so steps.  We had just reached the top when I heard a big crash – I paused, looked over my left shoulder, and saw the ball and chain – my dear husband – picking himself up off of the step in the exact same place I had turfed it only moments before.

How’s that for freakin’ weird?

He fell much harder than I – he actually banged his left cheek on the step.  Poor Available was almost hysterical, she was so upset.  I’m thinking we should sue.

No, not Available – the venue!

We went out for dinner at the steakhouse, and then we had cake!  There were presents…

Anyway, we are both a little worse for the wear today.  Everyone slept for kind of a long time this morning.

Getting old is rough, I guess.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the best day of the ball and chain’s life!  Our 24th wedding anniversary!  Gosh, I hope we will be able to sit up and take nourishment.

Over and out.

 

 

 

 

 

…..May is busy!  And the fewer children at home the busier it is!

When your son-in-law complains that you haven’t written anything in awhile you know you’ve got trouble.  Especially following on the heels of your daughter (not his wife) fussing.

Here’s what has been going on:

There was an accident at the park wherein Eduardo sneaked off without telling anyone, then called me using a stranger’s cell phone to tell me he was at the park bleeding like a stuck hog.  And he was.  He fell off of a picnic table where he’d been playing table tag and cracked his face open.  A gash above his left eye, on the brow, and a badly sprained and possibly broken nose.  Bruising on his arms.

Then the other boy ended up in the ‘mergency room with an infection that turned out NOT to be MRSA, thank the Lord.

It was announced that our bishop has been made Archbishop of Santa Fe so he is 1) leaving, and 2) not able to come and confirm little Dolphin Caller on the 9th.  But here she is being confirmed by our pastor:IMAG0312-1This was of course followed by the requisite brunch in the parish hall which we could just as well have skipped since Bishop Wester couldn’t be there.

It was Mother’s Day the next day and I don’t have a mother or a mother-in-law so that was a bitch – although I did get some nice presents.  Plus, the priest told us he has been transferred so he will be leaving us in August.  At least we have a replacement in line.

This past Sunday we had First Holy Communion with the requisite cake afterwards.  That, plus choir practice.

I have been working with the Mexican choir members for the Pentecost Mass this weekend, and also for Corpus Christi when we will sing O Salutaris Hostia.  I had thought the language would be the obstacle, but no – they are catching on to the Latin well enough.  It’s trying to learn ’em to sing in 4 part harmony that is proving troublesome.  Whichever group I sing with can follow me, but then the other fades into oblivion.  Ah well.  I have faith it will work out.

On Friday Stretch will graduate from high school and I just about can’t stand it!  At least the whole famdamily will be here (‘cepting for Lurch and her better half, or worse half, whatever).  College is right around the corner…

Still working on Lurchie’s church wedding.

See?  Busy, busy, busy!  I hardly have time to catch my breath.

There you have it!  Keep in touch.  Don’t be a stranger.

Over and out.

 

 

A Princess Was Born!

No, not that one.  This one!  In 1986, little Available was born on this day.  Here she is at 3ish:20150502_132703

She’s gotten better at make-up.

Happy birthday!

Over and out.

Did It Again…

…will I never learn?20150429_152350They turn 15, they want to take their driving test and get their learner’s permit and at first I fuss and fight, but then ultimately, I cave.

Next thing you know, they are driving my freakin’ car!  My totally cool, sparkly black Lincoln!20150429_174902-1

And then they think they have to leave home and go to college or something.

Sigh.

Over and out.

 

Next Time I’ll Just Eat My Young

Me – your choice is to accept my discipline with grace or we will drag your dad into it.  Then you will be grounded to the house for a week AND be off the x-box for a week

Eduardo – (with contempt) I wish I could make my own choices

Me – when you no longer live with me you can make your own choices

Eduardo – fine.  I will be a multi-billionaire and don’t you come crying to me when you have financial difficulties as old people

Me – wouldn’t think of it

What did I do to deserve my future fate of financial ruin?  Well, the little snot came home 2 hours late from an after-school event, so I took away all of his after-school privileges for a week and banned him from the x-box.  For one night.

Over and out.

Your Perfect Date!

I’d have to say, April 25th.  Cuz its not too hot and not too cold.  All you need is a light jacket.   (Miss Rhode Island on Miss Congeniality)

Anyway, that’s yesterday’s news!  Here’s today’s news:20150425_193000Oh lordy.  You might remember back a year or two ago when we talked about boozie?  I said I don’t like reds…..well this might make a believer outta me…..

Over and out.

If I would just get to it when I have an idea or an inspiration I would be just fine.  I would probably have three posts a day or something.  This is from last week.  Sunday morning to be specific, and the only reason I even remembered it at all is because of this morning.

There I was last week, sitting in my “office” aka the bathroom with the long counter and the little stool (no not the freakin’ toilet) to sit on while I apply the war paint and do my hair.  I was just minding my own business and trying to slather on the mascara when I raked the stupid wand across my left eye bulb.  (We don’t say eyeball in this house ever since Stretch was about 3 and started calling them eye bulbs.)

It stung a bit, but I squinted and in a moment was able to carry on.

Next coat – zing!  This time there was a bit of watering, some mild cursing, and yeah.

One final try, one final rake with the wand.

I went to Mass with a corneal abrasion.  I had to squint through my left eye and constantly dab at it with a Kleenex.  It took days to heal and it hurt like hell.

Here for your amusement is a picture of my eye.  It was taken in the car while Available was driving and we had just left a wedding reception.  I should however tell you that it is not my left eye, and the picture is a couple of years old.  But whatever.IMAG0447-1

Now that I’ve told you this, perhaps I will eventually remember which of the readings from Mass it was that so impressed me and I composed a really amazing post all in my head about it and then didn’t bother to put it up because I was certain to remember it!

 

Unsettling

“I expect to die in bed, my successor will die in prison and his successor will die a martyr in the public square. His successor will pick up the shards of a ruined society and slowly help rebuild civilization, as the church has done so often in human history.”*

 

cardR.I.P. Cardinal George.

*Borrowed from National Catholic Register, via cut and paste. Thank you very much.

but the natives are restless.  Here’s what I’ve got:

Someone-or-other-news-snot for espn, (I won’t give her name) was the subject of a ridiculous rant at a parking garage or tow-company person.  I guess just because you are on the tee-vee you have the right to belittle others and threaten to sue them, and make nasty cracks about the state of someone’s teeth?  Seriously people, I read a pretty good story today on how society is ganging up on people for things that make it online, but this chic deserves all the crap she gets from her little bitch-fit.  She wasn’t in a tantrum or rage – she was cool, calm, and collected as she mouthed off to that poor ostensibly poorly educated and toothless parking attendant.

Now, it isn’t that I’m high and mighty, and God-forbid I ever end up on the youtube on account of one my wazzes.  But seriously?  The stuff that snot said?  I swear to God, if she were my daughter, and yes, believe it or not, I am certainly old enough to have given birth in 1986, I would seriously slap the crap out of her face.

Next – “Catholic” residents of San Francisco – you are just pigs.

Really people, do you seriously think Archbishop Cordileone is going to cave on his stance regarding the pathetic state of Catholic schools in his See? Seriously?  Huh? Well you got another think coming.  He could theoretically pretend that doctrine doesn’t exist; he could pretend that Faith and morals don’t matter in the people he hires, but he can’t, even theoretically, change doctrine.  And he won’t.  Not if we keep praying for him to stay strong!

Now that I’m finished with my own hissy-fit, here’s some pictures to shut you all up keep you entertained until I can actually write something worth reading!

Hugs.

Over and out.

The hawk eating another pigeon or dove

The hawk eating another pigeon or dove

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Teaching Yitnay how to pipe frosting onto cupcakes. Which were boxed Mango, and fabulous!

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The eggs that ‘Uardo dyed for Easter.

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I swear, when God made Buddy, He gave him a beaver tail for a tongue.

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Sprinkler drops.

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This is so me!! Well, except for the interior decorator thing. Major failure at that.

 

On the FAFSA application.  It's the end of the world as I know it.

On the FAFSA application. It’s the end of the world as I know it.

That’s About the Size of It.

buttmunchThis is from the comic Zits, which I read religiously, every day.  (In case you don’t know, the comic revolves around a high school boy named Jeremy Duncan.  He’s a trial.)

Anyway, it is somewhat annoying when people don’t answer their texts, but it is understandable.  I mean, everyone is busy, right?  OTOH, almost everyone I know, including myself usually, practically has their phone grafted to their non-dominant hand; those are the ones who annoy me the most.  I freakin’ know they are just ignoring me!

Actually, the funniest thing about this is that when FBD was little, (and we’re talking a few years ago now….she heard the term “buttmunch” somewhere and she called her little sister Available “buttmunch” – much to my chagrin – and it was the first time I ever heard the word.  It has since become kind of the default naughty name around here – that is, when I’m not flat-out having a fit at the little shits.

Beyond that, however…you few darling readers have been faithfully checking in day in and day out, and I have been such a disappointment, I’m sure!  It certainly has nothing to do with material – I just haven’t felt like writing.  Every time I think about sitting down and posting pictures and writing a little I just get overwhelmed!  Meh.

So, I have some pictures to post as soon as I can be bothered to do it.  In the meantime, Easter was lovely!  The little Spanish choir was a tremendous hit and the members felt so confident after the Mass that they can hardly wait for their next turn to sing.

Oh, and most importantly, College Girl found them awesome shoes from the last post!  I think they are at Zappo’s, if I recall correctly.  What you can’t tell from the picture I posted is that they have long skinny heels.  Meh.

That’s all for now.

Over and out.

 

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