What Do You See When You Hear This?

Isn’t this a fun video?? I love The Piano Guys – such a cool duo.

Watch it first because it’s cool.

Then push play, close your eyes and listen. Breathe. Take a moment. We’re all in such a rush nowadays. It’s nice to just slow down and EXIST.

What sort of images do you see when you hear this song?

I see a young couple in various stages of their relationship  – romantic, exciting, volatile, sweet, loving, fun, determined to make it work,  then older, sitting on their back porch, satisfied with life and with each other, and then finally reflecting back on their lives together, hands joined, small smiles creasing their faces.

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Breaking Tradition

We didn’t buy fireworks this year. I don’t know, we just weren’t into it this year. In years past, we bought fireworks at a place where Kevin’s parents knew the owners and we would get a really good deal. The owners would pack us a bag full of goodies (because let’s face it, fireworks look the same and you really don’t know what they are going to do, but the fireworks stand owners know and are a great resource if you’re looking to get the most bang for your buck. [pun intended]), and we would split the cost with Kevin’s parents.

We’ve gotten some REALLY good fireworks with that arrangement for the past several years.

We would then have a cookout at Kevin’s folks’ house then shoot off our awesome fireworks. Me, Kevin’s mom and dad would sit on their pergola and Kevin, Blake and Brandon would run their butts off and light the fireworks.

Then, when it was over, we would all go out with bags and pick up the aftermath.

Fun times.

We did this for two reasons: Kevin’s parents live outside of the city limits thereby giving us a venue to blow our money [pun intended] and it gave us a chance to spend the holiday with Kevin’s parents. Because for whatever reason, Kevin’s sisters have never included Kevin’s parents in their 4th of July festivities.

However, we broke tradition this year. Money is tight and having us over for a cookout is a lot of work for Kevin’s parents, who are getting up there in age. Everyone agreed with this plan except Blake – he was disappointed. I think 4th of July is his favorite holiday. He loves blowing things up.

(That desire has always sort of bothered me, to be honest).

This year, Kevin’s parents came over to Roy’s house (i.e. the rental house) and we, (i.e. Kevin) cooked hamburgers and curly hotdogs. Kevin, Roy and Blake swam and Kevin’s mom and I sat on the edge of the pool and chit-chatted. Kevin’s dad napped.

When it got dark, we drove over to the nursing school parking lot and mooched off the spectacular fireworks show at the country club.

I imagine that will be our 4th of July plans for many more years to come. Cheap and easy.

And now it’s way past my bedtime and my eyes are drooping. I have a lot of chores and studying to do tomorrow before the boys come over to swim and then have nachos with us.

Happy birthday, America. You’re not the same awesome country you were twenty years ago, but we still love you and haven’t given up on you. You’ll be great again someday …

I Miss This …


The boys act like they don’t like it, or get embarrassed, whenever we reminiscence about their childhood days, but they stick around to hear the stories. 🙂

It snowed ya’ll! We had about 1/2 inch of ice first, then 3.6 inches of snow on top of that. And it’s cold, like FOUR degrees cold. This is pretty unusual for March – not so much the snow, though the snow we get is usually the big, fluffy, wet kind, but it’s terribly cold for this time of year. I heard on the radio this morning that we’re now the 10th area for the most snow this winter.


(Not. I hate snow/ice).

Anyhoo. School has been cancelled so Bran won’t have to drive to class in this. However – we’re all still going to work so … YAY.


Have a good Monday.

I Pity His Wife

I’m waiting for Brandon to get home from work so we can all drive up to the technical college and find the building he has classes in tomorrow. We did the same thing with Blake so I sort of feel compelled to do the same thing with Brandon. (I’ve always tried my best to treat both boys equally).

He’s nervous.

I remember my first day of college – actually, I don’t remember the day, per se, but I certainly remember the butterflies. I was also self conscious because I was one of the oldest on campus since I waited so late to even GO to college.

But I was ready and I took it seriously and I earned Cum Laude, thank you very much. 🙂

The day couldn’t be more gorgeous. It’s sunny and nearly 65 degrees. We’re being rewarded for surviving a really rough winter week last week – the polar vortex swept through here and this time last week we were bracing for a high of three – 3!

Gotta love that climate change. *smirk*

Kevin is at work. As usual. The man works nearly 24/7. He says this is his busy season, but honestly, every season is his busy season.

We’re asking Blake to go with us so he can give Brandon tips on where to park – I’m sure parking is going to be crazy the first week or so. But Blake hasn’t even taken a shower yet (he takes showers at 6:30 P.M. on the weekends – WTF??) so I’m not looking for him to go with us.

Brandon just text me – “Not getting home until probably 4:30, please have something ready for me to eat this afternoon.”


LOLOL – um, no. I’m not your slave. Sheesh. I have to give it to blondie, he’s got nerve.

I’ll be sure and tell him that when he gets home – the little creep.

Anyhoo – Brandon has classes Monday/Wednesday/Friday from 9:00 – 11:00. He’s also taking an online class. He’s about to get a very real taste of adulthood in the next few days. It should be interesting to see how he handles the extra demand on his time.

He’ll have to seriously whittle his gaming down. ‘Bout damn time. Now if we can just talk Blake into taking some accounting classes so he can help Kevin a bit more with his clients and work toward a FUTURE.


Have something ready for him when he gets home … AARGH … I pity Brandon’s wife. lol

A Sweet Delivery

Kevin got a package today … and it wasn’t something he ordered.

And when he opened it?

It was a basket full of Godiva chocolates.

Godiva Chocolate Gift Basket

Someone loves us.

A lot.

I’m pretty sure they came from his old boss.

I shall kiss that man’s feet the next time I see him.


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I Feel Like Someone Has Used My Ribs for a Punching Bag

It hurts to breathe.

I’m feeling better now that I’ve taken some Tylenol, but I can’t help but wonder: is this because I was forced into taking a flu shot? I felt fine before that moment.

Yep. I stuck my arm out on Friday and got a stupid flu shot. My boss, God bless her, was wringing her hands and I was stressing her out – would she have to fire me? And then go through the tedious (and dare I say impossible?? Ha!) task of replacing me??

I finally took pity on her Friday and said, “Fine. Uncle. I’ll get the damn flu shot.”

I left out the “damn” part.

The MA who gave me the shot was very good – I barely felt a thing. And I didn’t bleed, at all. Which is sort of unusual for me since my blood is pretty thin to begin with.

And I’ve felt fine, until today. But then again, my ribs hurting might not be because I got the flu shot – it could be because I actually cleaned house this weekend and well, my body is not used to any sort of exercise, at all. I sit all day, then I come home, check my emails and sit some more and watch TV. I think my body went into shock because I’ve been so active this weekend (I also walked four miles).

So. I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t have a reaction – at least then I could say, “See? SEE? I TOLD you getting a flu shot wasn’t a very good idea.” But alas, I’m just too healthy, I guess.

But I’m not really worried about the short-term effects of the shot – I’m more concerned with the long term. No one really knows, after years and years of accepting the flu shot, how it affects the body.

And that part worries me, quite frankly.

Dude and Jazz went over to their cousin’s house this weekend. I sort of stayed out of it. They had originally planned on just going over there for a few hours, but I got a text about 9ish saying they were staying overnight.

Which, I knew they would.

Our children are roommates and though it’s weird, I’m sort of digging it. It’s becoming easier and easier to distance myself from them and allowing them to make their own decisions. And that’s mainly because I’m simply not around much anymore.

Which is a good thing, I think.

Kevin and I took advantage of the alone time and went out to Whole Hog Cafe. That’s one my favorite restaurants. I LOVE their pulled pork sandwiches – SUPER YUM. And I’m not really that big of a pork-kind of gal.

After dinner, we came home and watched “The Hunger Games.” Disturbing, but so cool. I think the premise behind that story is so interesting and steeped in reality because if our current president has his way? We’ll end up converting our country into a communist nation and then what? Rations and Big Brother watching us all the time.

If you think I’m crazy, then you’re not paying attention to what’s going on around you.

Just sayin’.

I went ahead and reserved a hotel room in St. Louis for next October. I’m hoping that Jazz will want to go to the Band’s of America with us next year. And even if he doesn’t, I’m still going. It’ll be a fun weekend away and now that we know our way around downtown, (i.e. places to eat), then it’ll be even more fun and relaxing next time.

But no more driving home in the dead of night. Getting home at 4:00 in the morning sucks.

Big time.

Did I tell you guys that Kevin has converted our garage into a band room? His band comes over once a week and practices in our garage. I’m glad he found someplace more comfortable to practice, and definitely more convenient for him, but UGH. Our garage has been taken over by equipment.

But it makes him happy, so I’m happy he’s happy.

Kevin knocked out one of our windows and put in a door this past weekend. He was getting tired of having to open the garage door every time they needed something and since it’s getting colder, this will also keep more heat in.

It sure is handy having him around sometimes. 😀

I filled out the cap/gown order form for Jazz this weekend. I’m not buying the announcements from the same company because WOW – they’re charging an arm and a leg. Besides, who really cares about the little name cards that go into the announcements anyway? It’s all going to be thrown away, let’s be real. And Jazz? Could care less.

I think Jazz is ready to graduate. He’s already talking about what he wants to do – which is to take the summer off, and then get a job. He’s not interested in going back to school any time soon. And though we’ll encourage him to go to school at some point, I agree, taking some time off from school is probably a good thing.

It’s all about moderation, remember?