m.o.M - mother of Michael

A Face Only a Mother Could Love

One Wascally Wabbit!

SHHH - We're hunting wabbits!

It's Getting Serious Now!

Welcome Spring!

Spring's a-poppin' in my garden! Hurray for Spring!

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!" -   Robin Williams

Why?

The conversation in the car this afternoon:

Michael: "Daddy, why don't we have school tomorrow?"
Daddy: "Because it's a holiday called Good Friday."
Michael: "Why is it called 'Good' Friday?"
Daddy: "Because that's the day that Jesus died."
Michael: "That's not Good Friday, that's Bad Friday."

Up to My Armpits in Fair Isle

Yes, I am quite literally up to the armpits! I've added the steeks for the armholes and am continuing in the round and round and round that is the Palette Cardigan.

It is so pretty, but I am so ready for it to be done!

Oh, the Irony!

I can't speak for mothers of teenage boys, but as the mother of a teenage girl, I know that there are times I wish multiple daughters upon my daughter. "Serve you right!", I often think.

Yesterday I was talking to a nurse at the hospital. While she was taking my mother's vital signs, we started talking about mothers and their relationships with their daughters. We laughed about how many times things will happen with our daughters that we wouldn't dare tell our mothers about. I think my mother's reaction would be an arm pump followed by "Yes! There is a god and my prayers were answered! Serves you right!"

The nurse told me that when her daughter was growing up, she would often say "I hope you have a daughter just like you." "She got one; just like her alright. The problem is, I didn't add 'and live together in your own house' to my prayer because my granddaughter is just like my daughter and they both live with me."

Sometimes the universe just serves us right.

For The Irish That is Within Ye

Always remember to forget
    The things that made you sad.
    But never forget to remember
    The things that made you glad.
    Always remember to forget
    The friends that proved untrue.
    But never forget to remember
    Those that have stuck by you.
    Always remember to forget
    The troubles that passed away.
    But never forget to remember
    The blessings that come each day.

   

If My Life Were a Movie,

this isn't the one I would pick:

It seems, however, that it has picked me because yesterday morning at o'dark thirty, Lizzy and I were off to see college #4: The University of North Florida in Jacksonville.

Please note that our opinions are only our opinions and no one should base theirs on ours. (huh?)

We got to the campus at 8:30 after a 2+ hour drive. We almost left the campus at 8:45.

The presentations weren't due to begin until 9:00 so we decided to take the housing tour while we waited.

Can you say, "Deal killer?" Lizzy could only describe the housing situation as 'a rape scene waiting to happen'. There was no apparent security and all the room doors opened to the outside courtyard. The "study lounge" was a little room in the middle of the courtyard with plastic chairs and tables, a stove and a small window set into the heavy steel access door. It looked like the observation room at an nut house institutional facility.

While the campus was quite pretty (it's a wildlife refuge...wildlife? college campus? same sentence?) and the swimming facility was fantastic, there was nothing anyone could say to get Lizzy past her initial reaction to those dorms.

As with any trip, no matter how long or short it may be, there is always the quote of the trip. The quote for this trip came when Lizzy and I were discussing campus security and comparing what we had seen today with that of other schools. "That's part of the difference between a $5,000/year school and a $50,000/year school." I said. "In that case, I'd rather be in debt than dead." was her response.

No argument here.

On The Road Again!