Well, At Least My Method Is Working

This morning’s conversation:

Me: BD, I was very proud of you last night when you got off the phone right away when I asked you to.

BD: Yeah, well I knew if I didn’t you’d get on the extension and that’s just too freaky.

Yet Another Reason Why I Love Him

I was out the door before Mr. B this morning, heading to my weekly Bible study. From there, I went to the middle school to laminate pocket rosters so the field hockey parents can tell the players apart. Then it was off to one of my part-time jobs for a few hours, after which I stopped by to help a friend with some computer issues. It turned out that she has some life issues which are much more important, so I stayed awhile. By the time I got home, it was after three. I was a bit surprised to see that Mr. B was already home from work.

As soon as I walked in the house, however, I realized that he had never left for the office. The clutter and cat hair which covered the place this morning were nowhere to be seen. He had worked from home, and cleaned the place to boot.

I may have to actually cook that man a real meal tonight.

Ancient of Days

It was bad enough when I learned that one of BD’s current teachers had gone to high school with HS.  At least she was two years ahead of him in school.

Then I got to chatting with teacher who helps coach  BD’s field hockey team.  She, too, knows HS.

Because he went to school with her sister.  Her older sister.

Which somehow makes me feel way, way too old to be the parent of a middle schooler

Wordless Wednesday–Hoping She Meant #11

Overheard

HS: (Calling to let us know he was leaving his fiancee Nashville yesterday afternoon to return to Kentucky for the new school year):  I’ll probably just be a little ball of depression at dinner.

We’re Turning Into a Pair of Old Fogeys

Earlier this summer, Mr. B, BD and I went to Nashville to visit HS and LDIL. We loaded the five of us into the aptly named Fit, and wandered around town.

At one point, Mr. B pulled into a parking lot. Maybe it was the steep grade at the entrance and maybe it was the fact that we had three people in the backseat, but the car bottomed out. The scraping noise was not exactly music to our ears.

Despite having our children and future daughter-in-law in the car, Mr. B and I both let loose with an expletive at the same moment.

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All My Pseudonyms

The Name Game (stolen from Groovy)

1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car)
Midnight Mazda

2. Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe)
Mocha Sandal

3. Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal)
Blue Cat

4. Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born)
Elizabeth Batavia

5. Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name)
Derca (went with my maiden name)

6. Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
Yellow …do I really want to put ANY drink after that color? …Wine

7. NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers)
I.R. Stanley (I must admit I don’t remember what the I.R.)

8. Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Joyful Garden Butterfingers (now there’s a graceful name!)

9. TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
McNutt Madison

10. Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Spring Lilac

11. Cartoon name (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now)
Peach Capri

12. Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Granola Redbud

13. Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived)
Midnight North

Wordless Wednesday - How Many Do They Put in Each Locker?

Back to School Time

Yup, school starts here in less than two weeks.

We have the supply list. It’s much longer than it was back in my day (a few spiral notebooks, some pens, pencils and erasers. Maybe a compass if you were taking geometry). BD loves nothing better than back-to-school shopping. Unfortunately, she doesn’t feel the same way about school itself, but I digress.

Last week, we hit the store with the big red bullseye. By the time we had made it to the seasonal department at the back corner of the store and selected one 5-pack of glue sticks, BD had made me so crazy that I left the store. She eventually followed.

She still needs the supplies. I am tempted to go buy them myself, but she will make my life miserable as only a 13 year old girl can, so I suppose we will try again.

Unless one of you would like to take her?

Better Late Than Never

My oldest sister and her fiance eloped back in October. Of 1983.

So this weekend, we’re going to their wedding reception.