The road less traveled

So, my oldest daughter, Katie, graduated from high school this past Friday. I am so proud of her.

She graduated with highest honors, which means she had a 4.0 or higher grade point average throughout high school.

When one of her classmates found out that she was graduating with highest honors, he said, "Wow Katie, I didn't know you had it in you. I thought you got C's and D's. What kind of grades do you get?"

That's my Katie....she is extremely intelligent.....but she hides it well....she prefers to do life her way and not fit the status quo.....

Example, the robes for graduation were red....most people wore red or black shoes.....Katie, who has bright red patten leather pumps, instead choose to wear her BRIGHT neon yellow pumps.....that's the Katie way!

What goes in, Must come out

So, we had a cookie cake for Katie's graduation celebration. It had black icing. This stuff was pure black! The kids teeth turned blacked after eating it.

Today Katie said, "Man, that was good cookie cake.....any cake that turns your poop blue is GOOD cake."

It is all for me

So, yesterday my firstborn graduated from high school. I will blog about her when my other daughter, Becky, downloads her graduation photos...

My parents and my youngest sister, Judy, and her four year-old granddaughter came down for the graduation.

I had a friend ask me if it matters to kids if grandparents come to their stuff, like birthday parties and graduations. I told her that it did....now let me give Katie's answer.

"This is so exciting to have everyone come down here....and it is all for me. They are coming here for me."

So, to all of you grandparents, aunts and uncles.....yes........it matters......what a message of love it sends to our children!

Goodnight moon

So, have you ever been weary and scared....you know the kind of weariness that creeps past your bones and into your soul.

I think I might be there.

I find that I just want to climb into the bed of my youth....to the protection of my parents....to a time when life did not press so heavily upon my soul....when I could sleep under my parent's roof and therefore under their protection. When I could close my eyes and sleep would come, quickly....when the dark was a friend that would escort me rapidly to my dreams. Now the dark is a stranger who lies in wait to creep into my being and whisper scary thoughts into my head throughout the night.

I just want to sleep.....the sleep that only comes when there is someone protecting you.

Claim the blame

So, do you know any narcissists?

I do....

One thing that I have noticed about narcissists...when everything is going right, then it is all because of them.....and when everything is going wrong, then it is all because of you. Doesn't that seem wrong? It seems to me that if a narcissist truly believes it's all about them...then it should ALWAYS be all about them...the good, the bad and the ugly.

I know, I know....good is all because of them and bad is all NOT because of them.....bottom line....it's all about them....but I say if they get to claim all the glory ....then they can also claim all the blame.

How about it? Anyone want to join me? We'll call it the, "Claim the blame" campaign.

Flying bonies

So, my parents are coming to my house tomorrow....for Katie's graduation. Needless to say, I am trying to clean the house before they get here.

Here's the thing...you would think that to clean one small house would be simple now. Why? Because I have two teenage girls and a pre-teen boy. So, you would think that between the four of us, boom....the house could be clean. Well, you would think that but you would be so wrong. It is actually exactly the opposite from that.

I get one room cleaned and then leave that room and then they enter that room and destroy it....like the kitchen.....clean when I go to bed and then my 18 year old gets up in the middle of the night and decides to make bread and cookies, so I walk down the stairs to MESS in my kitchen. This has been going on all week....me cleaning a room....them destroying a room. Even my dog joins their forces, I pick up all of his toys and bones and put them in a basket in the living room and then he goes to the basket and takes every toy and bone out and throws them across the room.

So, last night....I had decided not to clean the kitchen up before going to bed. Instead I say to my 18 year old..."clean the kitchen." I fumbled down the stairs this morning and to my astonishment.....a cleaner kitchen (notice I didn't say CLEAN - but I am overjoyed none-the-less).

Hmmmmmm......maybe she is growing up!

Shank you, Shank you very much

So, my son does this thing called a Shank. It means he comes up to me, holds his fingers stiffly out and pokes me in the belly and says, "Shank."

Here is my warning to all middle aged women out there who's girls are starting to head south (if you don't know what I'm talking about then don't worry - your girls are still perky)....just remember this....in order to make sure you get shanked in your stomach....always, always, always keep the bra on....you never know when you might get a random shank.