We got some mail from HS’s college today. Not the one where he just finished his master’s, but the one where he received his bachelor’s degree over two years ago.
It’s a check for $100. Marked simply “Refund.”
I don’t know if I’m more curious about what it is that they’re refunding or why it took them so long to figure out that they owed him the money.
In either case, we’re keeping it.
Two part-time jobs
A week of camping
Rearranging all three bedrooms as BD moves into HS’s old digs
Chiropractor visits as I seek relief for my neck and shoulder pain
Doing volunteer work for a couple of organizations
Trying to keep physical and spiritual conditioning (i.e., exercise & Bible study)
Spending too much time on Facebook.
Saw this at Busy Mom’s and had to give it a try. Here, in no particular order, are 10 things I’ve never done that many people have.
Feel free to come up with your own list!
BD has not been much of a hugger since she was a little girl. Most of the hugs I get from her are a) requested and b) one-armed.
She is getting ready to go on a long field trip for school and wanted to download some songs for her iPod last night so she could listen to them on the bus. She had a whopping $4.
Now, I don’t think that finishing middle school is a Really Big Deal that calls for parties, cards and extravagant gifts. Besides, the school has already bit into what we might have budgeted for that with numerous expensive field trips at the end of the year. Not to mention the fee for dissecting a frog. But I dissect, I mean digress.
I had picked up an iTunes card as a little token of our relief pride in the fact that she’s passed another educational milestone. I surprised her with it last night.
And got a genuine, heartfelt, unrequested bear hug.
I’m still smiling.
HS has now officially finished his Masters degree in English. It seems like those two years flew by!
BD is about to finish middle school. It seems like the two years of 7th and 8th grades have lasted forever.
Is this some kind of temporal anomaly? (For those of you who aren’t Star Trek fans, you can translate that as “time warp.”)
I’m still trying to get used to the fact that Mine That Bird won the Derby, paid a gazillion dollars, and I didn’t bet on it. Maybe it was because I hadn’t even heard of him before post time.
The day after the race, one of the local stations replayed an interview taped with a woman at Churchill Downs before the Derby. When asked who she was betting on, she replied, “I got pooped on on by a bird, so I’m going with Mine That Bird. It’s a sign. Trust me, that horse is going to win.”
She’ll probably even have a little something left over after she pays the dry cleaning bill.
The Kentucky Derby is tomorrow. It’s supposed to rain, so I’m glad I’ll be watching it from home. None of the horses running this year have really knocked my socks off, though I find it quite funny that Jenny Craig owns a horse called “Chocolate Candy.” You’d think it would be named “Celery Stick.”
But the day is an excuse to eat some junk food, watch the races (we get to see the whole card here, not just the Derby), and hang out with friends. So, happy Derby everyone!
HS has finished all the work for his Masters Degree in English. Mr. B and I are quite proud of him, of course. Plans continue for his wedding in three months.
However, the job search continues, as does the apartment search.
Which means he’s moving back in with us for a month.
It’s really hard to believe that this is the last extended time we’ll probably ever spend with him (unless we move in with him when we’re old and senile, of course).
So I’m stocking up on some of his favorite foods (note to self: pick up vast quantities of oatmeal at warehouse store) and looking forward to long conversations about life.
Remind me of all of this when the stuff he tends to leave everywhere is getting on my last nerve, okay?
Meanwhile, I guess I’d better come up with a new category for him, since “The College Kid” isn’t really accurate any more. Leave your suggestions in the comments section, please.
This weekend I’m off to a bridal shower for LDIL and HS. Wanting to look my best, my hair is freshly colored.
Except for the roots that frame my face. Some of those got missed somehow, so I’m going to have to have a word with my hairdresser.
Yup, I’m going to go stand in the front of the mirror and give myself a good tongue lashing.
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