Moving Out

There are somethings that are too personal to post on Facebook.  Things that should be written about, but not for the viewing public.

Big moved out today.

Was it time?  Of course.  He has planned, saved money, and now he doing what everyone does when it is time to leave the nest.

He called me while I was pulling into the hotel.  I'm out of town you see.  I will be for the next three weeks.  He called to let me know he had moved the majority of his things and just called to ask about some vinyl he wanted and whether or not he could have them.

So I let him have Frampton Comes Alive, but I wouldn't part with my Styx albums.

Then I started to cry.

For the first time.

Through this whole process I have been upbeat, excited, and ready to refurbish his room, yet today I teared up.

Why?

Well for one, I'm not there.  I should be.  I wouldn't really be much help, but I could stand in the doorway of his bedroom with my hands on my hips and look stern while he tried to leave with something he shouldn't.

I could try being depressed because he'll be on his own.  But he won't.  He's moving in with his partner.  A handsome, charming young man that I will refer to as Axl  Rose.  ...for reasons he will understand.  This young man thinks my big bear hung the moon and loves him to distraction.

For this I am thankful.

When Big asked for new sheets as a housewarming I teared up again.

We chatted about this and that and then he told me he loved me and we hung up the phone.

Then I broke down.  Right there in my car in the parking lot of the Embassy Suites.  I cried that big, ugly, nasty cry that caused snot to fling and eyes to redden.

So when get back home, Little will be in his sophomore dorm room, Big will be in his new apartment, and Big Daddy and I will listen to the echo of empty rooms.

I hear them in my head already.

I think I'll pour a glass of wine and break down again.

Whatta Guy

RING!

This is Sugar, how can I help you?

Mother!

Ohgodwhatswrong?

Well...

Just tell me.  It's OK. Whatever it is, it'll be fine.

Alright...The cable is out. The internet is out.  Everything!

That's it?

Are you kidding?  This is a tragedy of epic proportion.

Jesus Christ on a stick!  I'm at work. What do you want me to do about it? 

Call the cable company.  

You call the cable company.  

No you.

You're there. I'm not.  If you call, you can tell them how it's behaving.

But you know how to handle those people.

Why don't you take this opportunity to, I don't know, do some homework?  MMM?

Well right now I'm not doing homework but I am working.

Don't lie to my, Boy.  You are not.

I am too.  I'm sitting in the kitchen in my drawers sewing up a split in the side of my shorts. It's not pretty, but it's functional.

To conclude:  Big won't call the cable company.  However...

Big mends his own clothes. 

I don't care you are.  That's awesome!

An email from the Bahamas!

Hey! 

This is better than that crap e-card! It only let me use 350 characters!  Anyways this Internet is cheaper than the phone.

 

Anyways! Went to Cocokay today and kayaked around the island a little. After that I went snorkeling around a sunken ship! I don't that it was real(staged) but it was still cool. The fish are a maz ing! Three words!

 

After that, I went to a show that was a medley of movie music! Cool stuff got some vids for ya when I get home!

 

After that we went to a bar called Boleros and they had...

 

 

KARAOKE!!!

 

So of course I had to go up and perform... 3 times. Once in a group and twice solo. And will do so again tomorrow night and the night afterwards as well. As a group we did Bohemian Rhapsody, and solo I did Minnie the Moocher and Luck be a Lady. There's a midnight buffet I might crash (Buffet....tomorrow's song??).

 

But anyways, tonight was formal night and I had escargot, oxtail broth, and roasted duck in a dark currant wine sauce with strained seasoned cranberries and finished with a scoop of ice cream with cherries. It was served in a (swear to God, ask Brighton or h-cutt) spiked cherry sauce. It was Heavenly...tasted like rum.

 

I must interject here to tell you that Big knows rum because Big Daddy makes rum cakes every Christmas. He hasn't been allowed to sample the Captain Morgan's at will.

I got all my souvenir shopping done You, Dad, Me, Little, Chase, and Joy! 

 

Haven fun and hopin' you are too! 

BIG

Just a Monday.

Little came back from DC just as expected.  Full of animated story telling.  Thanks to digital photography, an immediate presentation was given at 11:30 p.m. the night of his arrival.

Big left yesterday for the Bahamas.  I get one home and send the next one off.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

So today finds me with the whole day and rejoicing in the rain.

While others are lamenting the disappearance of a sunny day at the lake, I'm going to be sitting in the living room, windows wide open, listening to it rain.  I'm going to watch movies, read a few blogs, have an adult beverage or two and just...be.

In between moments of bliss, I will take the time to remember just exactly why I have the day off.  And although I'm not out decorating myself, I won't pass the opportunity to reflect.

So Big is offshore, Little and a buddy are out looking for the crystal skull with Indy, Big Daddy is puttering, and I'm doing nothing at all.

I leave you with the infamous picture of the back of Ben Stiller's head.  Some of you will immediately recognize what Little did not until he saw the photos on the TV.  

"Hey Mom! Isn't that the gal from The Office?"

Out of all the pictures he brought home, this is the one I post.

Where are my priorities?

That's what she said.

Just a thought.

I awakened this morning with little fanfare.

No blaring alarm and blanket of darkness to greet me, just the sun pouring in through my open window telling me it was time to get up.


...so I did.


The house is quiet.


Little and Chase are off to parts unknown to test a 'new' john boat. Big will soon be South cooking up skillets for hungry tourists. (Last night was prom so he's sleeping until the last minute) Big Daddy is still bed bound, but plans to get the back yard mowed before it becomes habitat. We have plans this afternoon for a trip to the annual Artwalk.


I have the whole day off you see. Not just part of it...but the whole day.


So I am engaging in my new religion this morning. I am eschewing church and sipping coffee on my back deck before I go visit Prissy.

Why are morning sounds so different from evening? The frogs are silent and the birds are noisy, chatty creatures. They keep screaming at each other about this as that. Occasionally one offers up a song of apology and their blissful harmony starts up again.

The world is at peace for a few minutes-except for the lone bark of a dog. But even he gives a joyful bay rather than a disgruntled one.

I smell the scent of morning. I can't tell you what it is only that is indeed sweet and can be inhaled to the bottom of my lungs.

I'm not often up early enough to enjoy the mist on the valley and feel that dampness on my face, but I am this morning.

...and I'm glad of it.

Here it is...

I have no idea how to do this sort of a thing.

I was a virgin until this video.

Don't you judge me!

The graphics are cheesy, but I am a work in progress.

This is Big. Granted this video isn't from last night's cold pasta extravaganza, but this was the actual award winning performance from last weekend.

Both of his ensembles got a '1' rating at state, but this was the crowd pleaser as you will see.

Big is a bass and he is not a red head.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present Big Britches.

It's That Time of Year

For the second night in a row I get to eat cold, rubbery pasta.


I can't wait!


It's banquet season, Folks. It is that time of year when you get to sit in a stuffy school cafeteria and/or auditorium and listen to long speeches and roll your eyes at the antics of young frisky teen-agers. They have Spring Fever and they are not to be born. (...or is it 'borne'? Maybe it's 'Bourne'...our local hero)


Well come to think of it, I have a little of the fever myself.


So.


I am going post this little ditty now and come back and let you know what happens.


Last night was drama, tonight is choir.


I'll extol Big's virtues when I come back.


...film at Eleven.