Are you kidding me? It’s September all ready!
The whole month of August seems to be a great big jumble in my mind.
So now what? How do I sort it all out? Where do I start? What do I do?
WHAT DO I DO???
Should I pick up in September?
Do I go back to where I left off?
I think I’ll go back. . . Gee, that really was not as hard as you were making it.
Let’s see where should I start?
The beginning of August. . . Brought us to another birthday. . . for Anthony.
11 years old
This kid just maybe the easiest kid in the world to please. If he is asked how his birthday went . . He will eagerly reply with a huge grin and even more delight
“It was the BEST BIRTHDAY ever! “
and we ask
There is an ever bigger grin accompanied with an even more enthusiastic
and so it was
The Best Birthday Ever!
Of course the usual crowed would never think of missing the “Best Birthday Ever”.
I think these boys can smell cake from miles and miles away!
|There was Gracie who told me she was the oldest of the children; She said, she was the oldest by at least a year. Strangely enough, she is the baby of the Amazing Trio.
There was Elizabeth who has never seen a camera in her life and just didn’t know what to do.
There was William, who became Mary Elizabeth very good friend.
Last but not Least, there was Henry….Who does not share his Oh Henry Bars . . .
There was a soccer game and the men were ready to rumble.
The competition was fierce.
In every nook and cranny in the great yard of Graceland there was something going on.
Ideas and friendships were being formed.
The celebration was grand.
There was an obstacle course to test the highest skills.
The skills were amazing!
It was Kathryn’s turn.
She got stuck!
Like the good sports they are
the Winners decided to sit on her.
It was time for cake and Gracie decided it would be best to just roll her away.
There was cake, fireworks, presents and stuFF and that was the end
of the “Best Birthday Ever” for 2010.
And then it happened
There was a comment left by One of many cuzzins!
“And where have you been? What’s going on down there? Let’s go girlie, post an update!
~ Where have I been? ~
That’s a good question. . .
Alrighty, here goes. . . You READY?
August was one of those months. . . Those busy months filled with this, that and the other thing! Just one of those “Topsy Turvy” months. You know exactly what I’m talking about. We have all had them.
To start off with, August is usually the time I get our class room together for school.
I take all the books we don’t want and put them in a pile. Then I take all the books we do want and put them in a pile AND then. . . I walk away and I let the pile sit there for days because I think, “Why am I doing this again?” I also think, Maybe I should just set fire to this room and start over FRESH!
But, then I think
No, rebuilding would take to long and the smoke would give me headache.
I then do the same thing with all our papers from last year: I take EVERYTHING we did, put them in folders and boxes, I make sure all our important papers are properly recorded and then I think. . . WOW! We did a lot of work last year. I put all this in piles on my desk and then. . . get over whelmed and walk away.
AND then I think. . . Why am I doing this again? Maybe I should just set fire to this room and start over.
No, that would just be to messy and the smoke would give me a headache.
I still have lots of work to do here.
Both cars died!
But, have no fear! MacGyver ((A.K.A Mark)) laid the healing touch on them. We are back in business! That man can fix anything. I don’t even worry about these things any more. I usually just say, “Oh, you’ll fix it.” and then go about my life.
That’s when August really happened. People and animals were going down all around me. I spent my days taking care of the injured, wounded and sick.
Kathryn fell down the stairs spraining her ankle badly and “tweaking” the growth plate.
At the orthopedics office we are waiting forever ~ For a laugh, I whip out my phone and take her picture.
Kathryn was not amused!
This fall left her on crutches for more then a week. Today she is walking in a boot and seems to be healing quite nicely.
But! Wait! I’m not finished.
The very next day I am out running. I am on my fifth mile at a very slow pace.
I am wondering “Why am I doing this again?”
I have a little over a mile to go . . .
I dropped Matthew and Stephen off at 6 A.M. to work up at the vineyards down the street. They were cutting vines preparing for the grape harvest. The phone had one of those panic rings. . . I stopped and answered: “Hello” Matthew says “Hi, Mom. What are you doing? I say, “Running.” ” What happened?”
He replies with a cool. . . “How do you know there is something wrong?” I say, “I just do.” “Is Stephen okay?”
“Well, Stephen cut his finger and it’s pretty bad.” I tell him, I will be there as soon as I can.
I was off!
I ran home, ran through the door grabbed the car keys, called Matthew told him I was on my way. Pick up my sons. . . take them to my mothers and miss my father terribly. He was the one who always knew what to do in these situations.
I make some phone calls . . . Our doctor is not in the office today. (( of course! )) I find out the best place to take Stephen is the new medical center down the street. I am told they could handle all kinds of things. I get there, pay my $75 fee ~ they say they will bill for the rest later.
We see the doctor: She says, “Oh! I can’t touch this.” and sends us to the emergency room.
I think. . . Should I ask for my money back or should I just leave right now for the emergency room?
I left for the emergency room but I think of my $75.00 often.
At the hospital we are waiting forever. . . I whip out my phone for a laugh and take Stephen’s picture. He tried to smile and didn’t mind very much. He even thought it was a little funny. Five stitches later and lots of care, he is fine and his finger has healed nicely.
The next week, Matthew started his college classes at the local college and I think I am so glad he is still home. I get him settled in his school life with books and supplies.
Both dogs were sicks and the fun still did not end.
This guy hit us hard!
Don’t let that Opie Cunningham face fool you; He packs a mean virus that should be feared far and wide. Rummer has it. . . He even gave his own mother strep throat. His own mother!
I really shouldn’t say anything. . . because you know, It almost seems like gossip and he is a child and all. . . AND I really don’t like to point fingers ~ I’m just say’n
THE KID GOT US ALL SICK!
So, my Dear Cuzzin. . . Here’s your update. . . Thanks for noticing. . . Thanks for asking.