Monday Morning Randomography

Here I am! I know. It's been too long since I've posted. Sorry for that. Time just seems to get away from me. Nothing too terribly exciting to write about even now, but I wanted you all to know I didn't die in a horrible Homecoming Football incident.

So, you get my rambling Monday thoughts.

Shall I go to the Walmart today or not? Fox requested I purchase, 'that soft toilet paper' next time I go to the store. Is that a funny enough request?

I had a brief moment of questionable parenting this morning in the car, on the way to school. Jag's allergies are OUT. OF. CONTROL. This morning in the car, I discovered he in fact, did NOT take the allergy medicine this morning. Instead of turning around to make his life better today, I spent the rest of the drive to school putting it, 'on record' that I had told him AT LEAST 3 times this morning to take the allergy medicine. I think it went a little something like this:

Okay, for the record, I just want it said out loud, that I did, in fact, tell you a minimum of THREE times this morning to take that allergy medicine. Just to be clear, even after those THREE requests, you still did NOT take any medicine, so you will be miserable all day today with a snotty nose. Possibly even a headache at some point. You need to recognize that this could have been avoided if you would have just done as I told you the FIRST time. Is everyone hearing me? Am I clear? This allergy problem is Jag's own fault.

I feel the sudden need to update you a little with some 'Tales from the Trainer's Pack.' Jag continues to be the student trainer for the football team. We just completed a very busy week of Homecoming activities topped off with the football game. One player was injured seriously, and one player had a bad attitude problem on the sidelines. Jag takes all these things really personally. Trying to comfort the injured player and trying to encourage the bad attitude. I just love watching him do these things. He seems to have found his 'niche'. I hope he's also making some great friends.




(These football game pictures do not picture the injured player or the attitude issue. Some things teens need to work out without blog interference.)


Those other little boys are having a wonderful time in Junior High. They seem to take everything in stride. Great attitudes. Great friends. Great environment. They will begin practice for fall basketball today. I can't wait to watch those games in the coming months.




A few weekends ago, I had the pleasure and privilege to take a couple of my wonderful friends to a Stampin' UP! regional event. It was a quick trip, full of wonderful information from Stampin' UP!. My guests were able to see first hand why I love my company so much.




Most importantly, we didn't perish on the busy metroplex freeways. I don't know how I got to be this old without ever driving on them, but I was proud of myself for a successful journey.

Random Monday mornings. So very nice.

I won employee of the month. (sorta)

PrissE has awarded me a new title, Mrs. Random. I'm very proud of this title, as I earned it at our last staff meeting. We sit at staff meeting thinking of hilarious stories to tell you. Most of it? All true. Some of it? I just make up.

Hence the new title: Mrs. Random. (Is anyone paying attention?)

I am 5 ft. 6 in. and shrinking. In approx 6 to 18 months, I'll be the shortest person living at my house. I'm ok with that.

I woke up at 4am this morning. I think it's because I turned 40 this month. I don't know why I think that. I'm NOT ok with 4am.

A very expensive cosmetic counter gave me a sample bottle of their foundation. I've been wearing it for about 4 days, and I don't like it. I think it makes me look older, and more saggy eyed. I'm wearing it because I can't waste expensive foundation, even though the Cover Girl I normally wear looks nicer on my face. I don't know who to blame for this rationalization.

I think if newborn babies were born with scanner codes on their bottoms, that told the tale of what they were going to do as a teenager, there would be less children.

Recently, one of the Bossman's oldest and dearest friends found him, and re-connected. As it turns out, this friend has become a taxidermist. I found that fact out, and was instantly impressed! That final occupation punches the last 'red neck' qualification off my card. I'm official, and I didn't even have to count the old dryer on the back porch. (That's been there for almost one full year.) Or, the number of things repaired in my home with duct tape.

I don't know how I earned the title, Mrs. Random, but I am sure proud of it!