A Fabulous "Wii"kend

We did it... we joined the ranks of the thousands of Harry Potter fans, we stood in line until our legs were going to fall off for the midnight sale of the final book. Kace hasn't read all the books... we have however seen all the movies that are out though and he has been a loving wizard fan for years. Normally I would do my best to wiggle out of such a parent torture as standing in line for hours for a book that was sure to be available during normal muggle hours, but for one great kid, for one special occasion we did it. Kace turned 9 at the stroke of midnight, the minute Harry Potter was flying off the shelves we did a count down for a year older. He received birthday greetings from those around him and it was a great memory for him. We Finally got through the everlasting line and started home at 2am!... yep from 8pm to 2am... I don't think he can ever say I don't love him, that was pure sacrifice for me...as I enjoy my sleep and like to maintain a 9pm bedtime.
The following day we continued the day with "boy-stuff".. playing in the arcade, a game of lazertag and a trip to the pet shop to adore the cute dogs and other things boys think are cool.
I always knew the day I gave up looking for the Nintendo Wii that we would fall upon one to finally own. It just so happened that it made my son feel like his birthday was the luckiest of all. There was a game store next to the pet shop, and they were having a game competition. The boys went in to see if they had any Wii's and of course check out the competition. The store would typically be out of the Nintendo Wii's just like everyone else, but they received a special shipment for this competition and there was 2 left. It didn't take much for the gleam in the eyes of my wonderful boys to do what I knew I had to do. We quickly took home our purchase and have been enjoying it since.
The boys had a great weekend and it was nice to spend some fun time with them. Not to mention feeling like the "coolest" mom ever.

Kace is a great kid. He is sensitive to the feelings of those around him, he loves reading, space, chess, Harry Potter, playing in the water, the color green, building Lego's and leaving his hair long.
yep, I'm a pretty lucky mom too!

5 O'Clock Somewhere

So really it is 3 in the afternoon... A Wednesday at that I might add. This has been a week where I could've used a Friday 2 days ago, sure it is only 2 days away now but it seems like 2 weeks. A few signs I need a vacation....

* Drinking (and looking for a good reason to drink)
* Sneaking out 30 minutes early every day
* taking longer than an hour for lunch
* Going home and having no energy but the craving of my bed

I am spent... the work gets done and love the work I do and the people I work with, I just really want to spend time with my boys, enjoy the "Dog days of Summer" and oh yeah stay up late and sleep in.

So I was staring at a file way to long when a bright idea came over me, why not make it 5 0'Clock! a week ago I was in desperate need of an alcoholic kick... Conveniently located across from my office building is a liquor store (they had a good plan) I decided my lunch would be a *Vanilla Coke*. I am a Vodka girl...

My stash has been left alone...what great co-workers =)
I snuck back to the small kitchenette in the office and slipped a little vanilla vodka in my coke. I'm feeling better already.

Back in the Rain of Things

Its raining today, a little muggy but not too bad and rain is a good change in the middle of summer? I guess anyway.... What other state interrupts your 100 degree weather with cool rain spouts?

So last night I found a box that appeared to be of antique status. I open it up to discover slides... all slides of my mom, her family when she was younger and her father. Her father that died way too soon ... I think she was 5 (I always get the age wrong) but none the less she was young, too young to remember all the butterfly kisses and too young to ever get to experience the daddy/daughter anythings. I have only seen maybe one picture of my biological grandfather before so it was cool to look at these pictures, he loved the outdoors and the pictures in these slides were beautiful, gorgeous scenery so that led into my mom looking up on the Internet some of these places she went to time and time again when she was a child. I saw her sitting on this computer, reading off all these places and showing me pictures..... it made me think about how she would converse with my father about this. She obviously was delighted to share the places she grew up experiencing.

I could at that moment sense her need to want to express more, to maybe sometimes poor her heart out, but to who? She has kept her feelings, her deepest thoughts, fears and expressions pretty much to herself. I don't see her cry it out much, only sometimes she will tell me that she had a rough night or cried at something, but after it was done. I suggested to my mom that she should blog. She is on the Internet a lot and my personal feelings is that she needs to be able to express her feelings in a healthy manner. She claims she doesn't write, but you don't have to be a writer to be a blogger I explained. you simply need something and sometimes nothing to write about. For her she is a widow, her heart left this earth too soon. She misses him more than anyone including myself will ever know. She could write all the things she wanted to get out, ramble if you will. It is healthy and I have read enough blogs to know that it is the sanity piece for most. I showed her mine... okay, so I don't get into the nitty gritty of my life, my inter most thoughts but it doesn't mean I don't want to. I am actually wanting someday to write a book and if I share now then there will be no personal experience ideas for my book :)

I also have a hired, professional quiet room where I go once a week to verbally vomit what ever is on my mind and I am revived, ready to take on the next hour, day, week before the next time I get to experience more crap to vomit out. Thanks for that Michal!

Mom,

I know it is hard to express deep, personal feelings. You don't even have to go there, but I strongly encourage you to experience a bold expression of yourself. Talk about your dog, your grandchildren, and even your pain in the rear grown children :)

I hope anyone who reads this will help me... any comments of support you may have for my mom please leave them.