First of all, you who have lifted Nate up in prayer, you are lovely people. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. He is scheduled for a tracheotomy tomorrow, bless his heart. He has been seizure-less for 24 hours, which is an answer to their prayers. God bless you for praying.
Secondly, you who have prayed for me concerning the wizzies will be happy to know (simply because I'll stop posting about the grossness of it all) that I had the packing removed from my dry socket today, I hope for the last time (3rd time's a charm.)
And now the news from College World, where my two eldest are blazing new trails in academia. Or something like that. Whenever I ask how it's going, they usually leave out the part about academia and fill me in on things like school bus derbies, dorm olympics and Ok"sober"fest (Christian school.)
Our family dollars are going to a noble cause there. I just know it.
The eldest, my 21 year-old daughter who hates when I post the "Deer in the Headlights" picture, called me recently at 8:30 AM. [If I had more recent pictures, I would post them. Perhaps if her eyes fall upon this page, she will send pics.]
8:30 AM call from a college student? Not good.
Her: Mom ... Guess where I am. And guess what I'm doing.
Me: (scared) I don't have a clue. Where are you, and what are you doing.
Her: I'm standing outside in the pouring rain in my pajamas.
Me: Why are you standing in your jammies in the pouring rain???
Her: Because my dorm caught on fire.
Me: WHAT??? WHAT????
Still Me: Flashing back to the day we left her in her newly remodeled dorm this year, with its fancy wooden floors and new furniture and sprinkler system. She's on the 3rd floor. My eye wanders to her window to see if there should ever be any need to evacuate out that window, if she had to jump, would she live? My eye wanders to the fire escape route on the wall. If there was a fire, would she have presence of mind to remember how to get out? "Stop it!" I tell myself. "What are the chances of a fire happening in a newly-remodeled dorm with a brand new sprinkler system?"
Flash forward, Still Me: What??? Whaaaat?????
All turned out well. The fire started, believe it or not, in the brand new water fountain in the first floor lounge. How's that for irony? So the brand new facility has to be made even brand-newer.
I'm just sure our family dollars are going to a noble cause there. I just know it.
Second child is an 18 year-old son, sort of a jock type, wants to be a physical therapist someday. Here he is goofing around flexing. He's been doing this approximately 10 hours a day since about his freshman year in high school. Anyway, he was gone from home one month before returning to display a new side to himself: Earrings. Both ears.
Okaaaay. This is a kid who never wore any jewelry whatsoever growing up, not even a watch. Now he has two lovely hoops in his lobes. Which, by the way, he paid for himself. That cause was not noble enough to expend family dollars on, and besides he wanted to surprise us.
Earrings I can take; tattoos, I'm not ready for. He said getting a tat had crossed his mind. I told him to let me know when he gets one, because I'm going to get a matching one in the very same spot -OR- I would feel OK with it if he got a heart with "Mom" emblazoned across it. He said, "Riiiiiight." Hopefully, the mental picture of his mom with a matching tattoo will freak him out enough to curtail the urge to get one until he's about 65, at least.
Just call me The Sly One.