The Misadventures of Luna

Poor Luna, looking at her tonight she looks a little tired. Maybe she is catching up from her misadventures. Two to be exact. The first one began the day after Halloween.
We warned and threatened the boys that NO Halloween candy was to be in the basement, none, zilch, zero. Well as we settled in to watch a movie for the afternoon/evening Luna proceeds to get sick in the basement. Upon closer inspection the Dot box (whole) gave the clue that some how Luna had found candy, somewhere. Initially fibs all around, until she gets sick again and there are more whole pieces of candy. Teen finally fesses up when he says he had the pillowcase double bagged! Needless to say when I "accidently" leave the article on the computer up about how candy can KILL dogs, he offers to stay up with her. Thankfully the next morning she feels better.

The second misadventure was unknown to us until we happened upon a neighbor in Target today. She sees us and says, oh did you know your dog came to visit the other night-ran right through our house. Ummm no we didn't. I then remember coming home at 6 and teen telling me he and a friend let her out around 4 and, ummmm forgot she was out there, until right when I got home. Apparently as girls were arriving for a birthday party, she followed the in the house, ran around to all the rooms and made an exit.

Not sure if this may be why she is tired, I am wondering if she just can't wait for all of us to go back to work/school!

Yes I am here!

I had a mild panic attack when I couldn't get into my blogger account. I had to text my two bestest blogger friends and tell them just in case they were checking on me daily...as I am sure they are. Just as I do for them:)

I don't really have anything specific, exciting, exhausting, frustrating, or super wonderful to talk about. Which is a good thing I guess, but also doesn't lead to deep blogger posts. I do have to say that work so far is wonderful. I don't talk about work here, with good reason and professionalism, but I would have to say that in retrospect, I did not know how awful last year was until this new year started. I can't even imagine now how I made it with my sanity.

Big Fry and Small Fry are moving along with their big transitions to high school and middle school. Big Fry doesn't love high school but seeing a smile on his face when he comes home is enough, as we had none of that last year...another blog for later. Small Fry survived cross country, or should I say I survived it. All I could think about was please don't be at the back part of the pack, he was. And then how Carey and I did cross country for fun, or some weird reason and remembering it being just as hard as it looked for these kiddos.

We are sad summer is over as we didn't really have a fall...and that being my favorite season and all. But we did get a few pics that I forced everyone into, since no one was very cooperative. I know I shared on Facebook, but I always like to share with some people who matter the most...

 Surprisingly Big Fry was happy to oblige with pics....

 Small Fry only after I threatened death by boredom

 They were totally hamming it up for me after I almost threw a toddler-like tantrum, even fake, it made me happy

 A boy and his dog, that was not fake, and it made me even happier

 "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." A favorite quote...

 I was a little perturbed a the silliness, but looking at the pic later, really, would I expect him to be any other way?

And finally one of the two of them together, not the "money shot" I like but what can I say, tween and teen

Here we are, the first week of school out of the way. An unusual start to the year with our hottest temps of the year being these last few days. Had to work at not being a little bitter about that one. Overall Big Fry loves his horticulture and forestry classes and is running up a lunch balance that I hope we can keep affording. Who eats 2 sub sandwiches and a piece of pizza in one sitting? I am informed by hubby that every time he picks him up there is a gaggle of girls with him. Sigh

Small Fry has moved on to middle school and woke me up promptly at 6:30 on SATURDAY to tell me he was going out jogging...um who does that? The getting up early on a weekend AND running. Luckily for you two people I couldn't go back to sleep so now blogging early.

I have a good feeling about this year, after last's years trials and not-very-fun time being the best and nicest way to describe it. Now if we can just sustain that optimism it will be a great year!

Summer is here

Well my friends (ok my two blogger friends). I feel a little ashamed that I haven't been keeping up with the J Boys or the happenings in the Back Forty. I am so glad I checked them out, and realized just how long it has been since I posted. We just got back from 12 days of being gone. 12 Days, I am hoping to now bust out 5 days of summer to-dos and be done with it. Needless to say I am still working on laundry from being gone.

We are in the full swing of camping and fishing and basically hanging out. I have referred to it as detoxifying my brain. I sorely needed it. I am not sure which needs more of my attention, my brain or my body sometimes. I don't know if I have time to make both as good as they could be. My brain gets pretty heavy and well you know....

Small and Big Fry are growing, it is a little scary. High School and middle school next year. I am being dragged kicking and screaming into this world of teenagers. KICKING AND SCREAMING.

Summer is my favorite time and here are some pics so far...I would take pics of my yard like Bobbi does, oh no never mind, my yard looks nothing like that!! I have vowed to take more pics this summer, no matter how much the children KICK and SCREAM

This first one, just had to. As we were out camping it came through. I was shocked when I showed to elder child (who ummm resembles me just a little) and asked him to find me. He couldn't. Interesting.

This never, ever gets old to watch. Never

Soccer

Do you remember years back when I complained about baseball? When my Small Fry social child feels the need to try the organized sport thing, and he drags us along kicking and screaming with him?

Well soccer was no exception.  A year ago, we finished rec, you know the fun easy, no coaching league. He changed his mind and set his sights on Challenge-the try out for it team. He made it. We had a rough start last fall, lots of kids who live and breathe soccer, came out of the womb with the middle name Pele. More parents for me to meet, groups of people I hardly knew to be social with. Screaming parents from the sidelines.

We finished this weekend with a downpour of rain for two days straight playing in a mud bowl. The team of 20 boys was split into two. A gold and silver, newbies on the silver so they could get more experience. That would be small fry. Long story short, his team was undefeated until this morning when we played a team we beat yesterday. It was a suspense filled game...0-0, first half, then 1-0 them, then 1-1 us, in the last two minutes. Down to a tie breaker, them 2-1, and us trying so hard to no avail. With yours truly yelling the loudest

Small Fry had been so determined, as was I. Two weeks ago the kid was on his bed crying saying he was quitting. He had a heart to heart with the coach (at my request) and changed his mind. Now who was being dragged kicking and screaming. We went to Sheridan for a  road trip just the two of us, it did his soccer confidence good, and for me a much needed break from work did my heart good.

I am a little sad to see it end for summer (see I said a little, not a lot). I have learned all kinds of vocabulary, like "man on", "go wide", "offsides", and "keeper". And that some soccer moms are down right fun to talk to. Some...

Congrats Small Fry, you may have not one first today like you wanted but you are first in my heart.

5 Days Away

It is so close I can almost smell it. Last week, a day with temps in the 80's. This weekend, lots and lots of rain to make everything green. 6 days until opening camping trip of the summer, camping list waiting to be drafted. Summer to do list drafted-with hopes that at least half of it gets done-that is the usual percentage of success. End of the year school events to close it all down.

5 days until no more students and summer officially here (even if I have to work a few days), and I can't remember a summer more deserved than this one.

Next week, flowers and planting.

Yes, so close now.

14 days

Well, here we are peeps, with 14 days left until summer freedom. I cannot even begin to describe how this year has been, except the desire to run and grab a Starbuck's application and become a barista has crossed my mind more than a few times. Many more.

14 days left until a summer spend with a child leaving middle school and going to high school and a elementary student going to middle school. Not sure who I am more worried about, Big Fry, Small Fry or me and my sanity. I think I am going to find my calm easy going son to be the one who gives me the gray hairs. Living with an overthinking person is just down right exhausting. Living with an over thinking tween is even worse. I hope we all make it.

I already have the box of hygiene supplies for the camper, looking at summer clothing and swim gear for the boat, and keeping track on the calendar until our first trip to camp in Pierre.

Yes, 14 days cannot come soon enough.