What made you smile today?

Rae

What does "carded" mean?

All right, but after this I'm REALLY going to bed!

I bought one beer after work at the 7-11 and the cashier actually asked for my I.D. to make sure I was old enough.

Priceless, I'm tellin ya!

Snooooooooooring.............................

I think he fancied you, Rae!

Games begin to unfold today in Athens

Hey Rae!! Long time no see. That's some EXCELLENT news! :-D (The carded part, too, but I meant the people-finally-appreciating-you-on-the-job part.)

Seeing Rae here made me smile. Missed ya!

Got off work at noon, and came home to be with the kitties so they wouldn't be afraid of the storm ... then Rae came home early and we're all weathering the storm together.

Sozobe and Swimpy ~ SMOOCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HI Rae!!!

Hi Dys! Much love to you, Diane and Fred!

Always,

Rae xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

I had to smile today when five girls threw me down the well. I guess I was getting a little too frisky for their tastes.

So, there I was, at the bottom of the well, all busted up and bleeding like a stuck pig, but I had to smile when I looked up at those five girls.

They just looked so damn happy to see me at the bottom of the well.

I guess smiles are contagious....

Gus, you are too much! Do you want me to save you?

I have been in the dumps.

My reason for living, made of pure gold, beloved son moved out two weeks ago. Still surprised to be breathing....<pitiful sigh>

Anyway, I've been valiantly compressing my life into little, rare e-mails to him--trying not to be motherly or a bother, both of which I assuredly am.

...

So, he was married and living with us for a year before he moved out--and the two of them were fiercely independent about cooking for themselves, and tending to their own stuff... I would show up at their bedroom door with cookies and cakes and pies, to be sent back downstairs, crestfallen, with a lecture and whatever foodstuffs I'd cooked.

(Of course, the food always mysteriously disappeared in small increments, later...)

In an e-mail, I told him about the scourge (flu) we've all contracted, and that we'd cooked up a bunch of homemade soup--and if they get sick, I'd love to bring him some. (They live an hour and a half away.)

Anyway, his response brought my first real smile since he's been gone.

Seems I won't have any more luck taking food up the interstate than I did taking it up the stairs...

but, it made me smile.

Seemed like old times.

Wow, I'm a seasoned member now! I didn't even notice passing 1000 posts.

Sofia, don't be depressed ... I think when the nest is finally empty we become better friends with our children than when they lived with us. So try to look forward with hope and anticipation because you KNOW they will not appreciate you or your efforts until they are away from you.

Just be there when they need you, as I know you will!

Thank you, sweet pussycat!

I am heart-broken! Its like mourning a death. I guess it is a death, of a kind. The death of the my little family all living in the same house. No more ballgames, cheering. No more big Sunday morning breakfasts... No more laughter of the newly-weds, floating down the staircase. No more knowing all I love are safe in their beds.

But, I have promised myself not to be pathetic toward my son. This is quite a chore.

Anyway, I know this is all about self-pity. It is great for him to be happy and independant and starting his own life.

I'm really doing much better than I thought I would. My mother and sister are calling and asking me out a lot.

I actually started back to school. The week he moved out, I sent in my transcripts. I start Monday. I knew I had to do something, or I'd get too depressed. I am quite a threat for runaway depression, even during good times...
(shakes head, wry smile)

The house is so empty. Sometimes, walking in the kitchen, and hearing my footfalls, and seeing the clean kitchen takes my breath. It was always full of his little messes before.

But, thank you, Misti. I know you're right. Life moves on. Can't stop it, shouldn't want to. He's hitting his stride, and I'm happy for him.

I just miss him.

Funny aside-- Made me smile--

The day before my son moved out, my mother came over, saw the moving van, and had a full blown panic attack and cried for five minutes.

She had come over to help me feel better...

<LOL>

Yesterday I smiled, because it was my 18th birthday First driving lesson, without any accidents, whoa-hoo! I had a really great party the night before, was good to see all of my friends again.

Happy birthday for yesterday, Rick!

Thanks msolga