A friend suggested if I blogged again she'd read it... I do like writing, I like the way the words attempt to share my thoughts. They're pretty.
In 100 days I will be 40. This terrifies me. By 40 I'm supposed to be graceful, articulate, skinny, physically fit, well dressed, have a tidy and orderly well decorated home. My children should be happy and well adjusted, well on their way to being successful, independent men who love their momma, but can tie their own shoes. My yard should be filled with vegetables, flowers and animals, and pretty.
Yeah.... in reality I hope for clean dishes and folded laundry. But that's only gonna happen if I get off the couch. An email or spontaneous text from the kids who aren't home would be awesome, and hugs. Pretty sure the email will happen, and the hugs. Teenagers are busy people, they have things to do.
Since I haven't written in 357 years, quick update. Tater is off on a mission for The Church of Latter Day Saints. Super proud of him. He's currently at the missionary training center in Provo Utah. He will depart for Panama City, Panama the end of April.
Tang is a senior and going to play college football. Somewhere. Maybe in North Dakota. He's 6'2", blonde, blue eyes. Adorable, yet intimidating.
Itty is 16. We are at war. By requiring him to ssh anything he doesn't want to do I am infringing on his free agency and in the devil's side. He's also learning to drive.
Birdy is 11. Very bright young man. Taking advanced classes next year. Awesome.
Ptah is freaking adorable. Sweet, kind, obsessed with baby jaguars.
Rah is hard working, kind and amazing too. I have pretty awesome kids.
Now... I really need to go do those dishes...
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