Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
People seem to always feel better about their own lives when I share a bit about my own. Is that good or bad....?! So, I'm keeping it real and hoping you feel awesome about your life after reading! KazKid: My middle schooler got his 2nd semester schedule and realized he had Chinese as an elective. Ugh. How did he get Chinese? We hadn't signed him up for that when we registered. Since KazKid already knows Kazak, Russian, and Spanish, I thought I would try to get it switched to Spanish even though he had missed the whole first semester. That way, he'd continue with one language and earn high school credit at the same time. Sounds simple enough, right? It took a trip or two to his school, many emails to administrators, phone calls, and documentation of previous Spanish coursework to make this happen. Finally, the switch occurred. After his first day in Spanish, I eagerly asked him how it went. His response: I only understood one word in that class. Oh, great. *** TheSeriousAthlete: I try to make every event I can. It's not always possible, but I try. Wednesday's meet was postponed to Thursday due to the forecast of 100% rain with 70 degree temperatures. The next day was gray with really cold temps and even a bit of snow in the forecast but the meet would go on. I got a text from TheSeriousAthlete that he was on the bus headed to the meet. Following my after school duties, I grabbed my belongings, rushed out the door of my classroom, and headed to the meet. It was pouring. I checked my cell to see if the meet had been cancelled. No messages. I park, find my umbrella, and dodge the massive puddles/ponds to the track. I hadn't missed his race. I share my umbrella with the huddle of sweet high school girls who are shivering (their track uniforms remind me of what I wore in my ballet and toe classes with Mrs. Harris minus the tights). I let the water drip off the umbrella unto my back because I felt it was more important to cover these trembling people. My son gets ready to race. Thunder occurs and the rain comes pelting down., winds bending the trees, reminding me of a scene from the Weather Channel's hurricane week. There's no reason to pull out my camera or cell because I can't even see my son. I think I saw a blue blur pass by me (I was even standing on the track! The areas off the track were deep with mud.). The race ended but I couldn't see him due to the massive amounts of rain coming down. He found me and of course, we stayed to cheer on the final competitors. I think I felt my toes four or five hours later. The Blonde: Pretty much like clockwork, the Blonde gives me a jingle as she walks back to her dorm from her classes. Lately, the conversations have all been about the sciences. She's considering switching from a biochem major to ....biology, chemistry, oceanography, ecology...anything with an -ology or an -agraphy stuck on the end. My brain is always spinning during our chats. How many -ology sciences could there be? She wants to take them all. Why not?!! =) The Oldest; I don't get as many calls from the Oldest. She likes to text. So when I saw she had left a voicemail, I thought it would be urgent. The voicemail: Mom, my roommates don't believe that I grew a sweet potato that was so big that we took it to C-ville Market to weigh it. Can you please confirm this so they'll believe me? Sensing the urgency of her plight, I shot back a text: To all Hannah's Nashville roomies: It is true. Back in our homeschooling days, we tried a plethora of things-from dissecting snakes that our cat brought to us as presents (what?!) to incubating baby chickies. In that mix, Hannah did grow a sweet potato. It started in a glass of water on our windowsill...and then we plopped it into our garden (which we of course had composted!-go, homeschoolers!). We forgot about it until late fall. We almost needed a bulldozer to get it out of the ground (kidding), but it was big. We took it to a local market and weighed it. It did weigh 8 pounds. True story. The end. Just a glimpse of what really happens in my sweet little family in a week's time.. ***KazKid took a Spanish quiz on Friday. He was the first to finish...within minutes (that could be good or that could be bad....). He made a 100. I sincerely thank the Lord for Google Translate.
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