Juggling Life

Nostalgia

Mr. Fix-it has a way of managing me into getting certain things done and this weekend it was winnowing Danger Boy's childhood memorabilia down to a reasonable (Danger Boy wanted nothing if it meant he had to doi, but will be glad I kept what I did). 

DB may come home, at least for a bit, after college--he is not intent on living in Erie, PA, lol--and it seems time for a room update. That starts with painting which starts with stripping the room which leads to winnowing. And we all know where winnowing leads . . . nostalgia.

DB was a great sport with me texting him photos of various things that tugged at my heart. I picked four trophies to save (the plaques don't take up a lot of room) and relived some of the games and seasons they represented. When we talked about changing the paint color, I got this (my heart melted into a puddle and hasn't fully re-solidified yet) text: "I like the green! Like you sending me karate pics, it's nostalgic. Nothing wrong with remembering a great childhood!" We are going with cream walls--a little cheaper and easier to decorate from Ross and Marshalls.

 

 

Baseball All-Stars, Baseball World Series Winners, One Year of First-Place Soccer and First Year of Water Polo

 

 

This is the face and intensity of a boy that always played with heart and for his team. Always.

Guess who gets to see her son play at a tournament in Cali the last weekend in October? Cannot. Wait.

 

 I am very proud of the fine young man my Danger Boy has become; as I told him when we were texting Saturday, "You were a fun kid to raise. Not easy. But definitely fun."

THIS, though was never anything but all sorts of fun! 

Celebrating Daniel's 21st at our local brewery/pub. You know you're part of something special when you're still celegbrating milestones together four years later--as we did just before DB headed back to school.

I Read All Your Blogs This Weekend!

This past weekend was about sleep, and then a little more sleep and then another good night's sleep. 14 on Friday night and then 10 hours x 2 nights. So. Needed.

Let's recap. Three weeks ago I was up past midnight four nights in a row. A week later I was up until 3 a.m. Sunday night for the Paul McCartney concert at Dodger Stadium. Last Thursday, Mr. Fix-it and I had a 21-hour day--the weather! the traffic!--taking Social Butterfly to college. Friday I limped through my day, rallied for grudauation and skipped the traditional post-grad wine bar visit with my coworkers.

There is just nothing like finally getting the sleep you needed.

Spent the weekend getting my house clean, my laundry done, my workouts in, seeing a movie (The Hundred Foot Journey--two thumbs up), takeout Indian (see movie), having dinner at Grownup Girl's and settling back into our empty nest (my nephew is nominally living with us, but not sleeping here every night--and he has a job!). 

And reading your blogs . . . I did that too. It was quite enjoyable.

None of us are posting as much as we used to and getting people to actually comment on blogs is a whole 'nother thing. Let me just say it, though. Blogging is still wonderful and please don't you all quit.

I think I will stick around too.