A Very Good Weekend ....

.... was had by all.

Of course it was too short, but then, so are the best things in life.

Son #3 and I went to Tulsa to visit V and her family and to go to the OSU-TU game.  In the end, I decided to give my ticket to V's husband and he took the 2 boys to the game.
And that, in itself, is quite a story.

In a nutshell .... the game was scheduled to start at 9:00 p.m. and air on FOX.  At 5 minutes before the scheduled kick off, the spectators were ordered to vacate the stadium .... due to weather.  It seems that there was some possible tornado-like activity heading their way.  And I'm guessing that that whole, "wind-blowing-over-the-stage-at-that-fair-and-killing-some-people"made the higher-ups in Tulsa act quickly, if not a bit rashly.
V and I sat at home, waiting to watch the game and fielding text messages from the guys updating us.  Once the clock struck 11:00 p.m. we gave up and started watching a movie, figuring the game would be cancelled.
Never underestimate the power of the sport of football, or the lure of money to air said sport.
The game was not cancelled.
Oh, no.
Everyone headed back into the stadium and kickoff happened at ..... are you ready for this?  Unless you've already heard about it, I can promise you that you are not:
......... that ball was kicked off at 12:15 A.Stinking.M.!!!
And yes, it was televised.
I lasted until 1:30 a.m. before I headed to bed.  I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.  At that point, we (OSU) we winning.
The guys stayed until half time .... 2:00 A.M. to you and me.
They came home and watched the second half on TV .... until they fell asleep.

My phone kept getting ESPN updates (though only on vibrate) as the teams scored, or as quarters ended and began, throughout the night morning.
The last time I looked at my phone it was the end of half time.
And it was raining there.
Hard.
So I figured that the game would be called at that point.

I seemed to have figured wrongly more than once.

We won the game .... some time after 3:30 a.m.
59-33
I think the two teams just took turns handing each other the ball during the 4th quarter.  I mean really, don't you think those poor boys were beyond exhausted?!!
As I told Son #3, "hey .... it was a once-in-a-lifetime-experience."  And, though hugely, crazily, irrationally postponed ..... it was an event.
:)

In other news .... V and I both experienced quite a bit of retail therapy yesterday.
We both were in need of therapy.
Badly.
We did well.
:)

Night, Peeps.
And Happy Sunday/Monday.
:)

Thursday thoughts

     Actually, I'm not sure that I have any left.

Thoughts, that is.

Today was an OK day.  

I went to work and went to dinner with my Bunco group of girlfriends for one's 50th birthday. Mind you, we haven't played Bunco in years, but that's still what most of us call it.  It's actually a couples group, but the women get together for each other's birthday.  It's a great group of people.  I had fun tonight.

     And I got a great text from Son #1 (my son who met Quincy Jones two days ago ... the same day that he texted me to tell me that he got a 103 on his Econ test.  After texting me about meeting Mr. Jones all he had to say was, "Today has been quite eventful."  I would've at least CALLED my mom to announce that meeting!  He is SO his father).  

Anyway, I digress .... yet again.

He texted me to tell me that he's coming home tomorrow -- a day earlier than planned (he has Fall Break on Mon & Tues).  

So YAY!  

     Oh, and I forgot to tell you about Son #3's football game.  

He, of course, did a fabulous job.  And, more importantly .... he looked very cute in his uniform.  Even if the only part of him I ever saw was his cute backside (he had his back to me most of the time).  I hope he reads this.   :)

This son should be very proud of me.  I think I exercised a great deal of self-control during that game.  The coach changed his position to Special Teams (and hey, I totally knew what that meant!) on Friday.  Son #3 was less than thrilled.  I became that way during the game.  The only time my cute uniform-wearing son came onto the field was during a kick-off.  I wanted to march across the field during the half-way through the game to go yell at the coach that I didn't come all this way ...... errrrr, I mean, his grandparents didn't come all this way to watch number 26 sit on the bench, dadgummit.

But I refrained.  I did, however, manage to scream, "Good job, Son #3!!!" after each kick-off.

And hey, on a positive note ..... he's not number 69 this year.  :/

    The coach finally put him in on defense in the 3rd (or 4th .... or 5th?) quarter.  And once again ....  the boy should be proud.   I HUGELY refrained again from marching out on the field and punching out the lights of an 8th grader on the other team who hit my child from behind and flattened him.  To the ground.  For those of you who know what this is ...... all I could say was, "HOLD MY HOOPS!!".  

As I said, he should be proud.  

OK, that's it.  Except for the question I will leave with you.

Not all of you will be able to answer this from first-hand knowledge.  But if it strikes a chord, please give me your thoughts.

     For those of us who are willing to admit publicly that we take depression meds .... why do we sometimes feel that we shouldn't "have" to take these meds?  Why do I know with my brain that it's medically necessary .... as necessary as my cholesterol meds.  Actually,  these meds are more like insulin in their importance to me.   My life is hugely affected with the addition .... or subtraction of these meds.  Yet I've told myself that I should be off of them by now  That it's been almost 10 months and I shouldn't need a "crutch" anymore.   Why does part of me try to sabotage another part of me?  And why do I listen???  Especially when this happened before and the outcome was not good.  Not at all.  

What is the deal?

Or ..... is it just me?