Parents' Weekend

Son #2 and Jim.  One of the "boys" (all 4) all-time favorite past-times.

So, I leave tomorrow for Parents' Weekend.  I really didn't think I'd be going.  Neither did Son #2.  But his DI asked me to re-think it, and so I did.  And then Son #2 called me on Saturday.  And on Sunday.  

And we had 2 good conversations.  

Don't get me wrong, he still hates it, but not with as much venom.  He was calm when we spoke. He was calm when I reiterated what I had been telling him through snail mail --- he's going back next semester.  He was calm .... and I was surprised.  But consistent.   

And when he asked on Saturday if I was coming, I said, "I'll see what I can do."  I'd already bought my ticket.

So when he asked again on Sunday, "Are you coming to Parents' Weekend?, I said "Yes.  I'm coming".  And he said ..............

"I'm glad."

And so was I.

And I told him so.

In other news ..... how pathetic is this?

D and my mom were talking about baseball last night.  And I asked them what they were talking about.  

Them:  "The World Series."

Me:  "What World Series?"

Them:  "This World Series."

Me:  "What?!  The World Series is on NOW?!"

Them:  after a moment of looking at me like I was mentally challenged ..... "Yes."

Me:  "Who's playing?!!!"

How could I not know that the World Series is going on?  Or rather, was going on.  We watched the last game tonight.  Yay Phillies.

Hey .....  at least I'm a few steps ahead of my grandmother.

She doesn't know who's running for president.

Seriously.

I don't know when I'll be posing again, as I won't be home until Sunday.

So I shall have to leave you with a question.  

Let's see .........

Oh ...... here we go .........

What is your favorite Halloween memory?

I don't know what my favorite is .... but I could tell you about the year that I was about 6 and my parents were racists.

Wait ....... no, I can't tell you about it.  But if you send me an e-mail privately, I just might.

:)

Discuss amongst yourselves...........

UPDATE:

OK, My mom is taking great offense that I called her a racist.  WHATEVAH!

Actually, she is not, nor ever was a racist.  I don't know who's idea that Halloween costumes' idea was ...... all I know is that is was NOT mine and I cried a lot.

Masks aren't just for Halloween

Here is Jim with Son #3 around (or on) Halloween 1996. He was my little teddy bear. And so was Son #3!
I had no idea what I was going to post about when I sat down here tonight. It was another busy day. Had tennis drills and then played for fun until we all went home to clean up and meet at the mall for "The Secret Life of Bees" movie. It was very good. Wonderful acting. One of the few times I can say that a good book = good movie. Then my mom, grandma and I came home to find the new dog crate on my front porch. Well, at least all of it's pieces were in the box on my porch.
It took the better part of an hour to put it together, and then we had to wait until Son #3 came home so that he could show us what we had done wrong ..... which he promptly did. So we took it apart and then slapped it back together in lightening speed. I sure hope that sucker stays up now!
Anyway, you will not believe the size of this crate. I swear .... you could put a family of 4 inside this thing and use it as a house. I mean, with a couple of throw pillows and some nice curtains it might just be pretty darn cute! I shall have to remember to get some pics of it tomorrow.


So it is the time of Halloween. Many of our neighbors out-do a lot of the Christmas-decorated houses. Seems rather strange to me. I mean, I liked it when I was a kid (not so much as a parent) and I always wanted one of the store-bought costumes because they came with a mask. Not like some homemade costume (which I realized as a I got older, was much better than those cheapie store costumes).
It had something to do with the mask. Heck, it had everything to do with the mask. We love wearing masks! Even those cheap plastic ones that make your face sweat and make your speech difficult to understand. And then there were those tiny eye holes!
Anyway, I think we still love masks. You can be whomever you want to be --- behind a mask --- and no one knows the real you. We hide behind them all of the time, don't we?
There's the "mom" mask that you wear when go you volunteer at your child's school. Holy cow, there are a ton of those masks -- some of them are HUGE!
There's the "Sunday morning church" mask, which we manage to throw on very quickly as we're getting out of the car -- right after we've yelled at the kids.
Then there's that big ol' mask that we put on for our parent/teacher conferences! There's a lot of sweating going on behind that mask.
There are masks we put on as children ... the ones that help us to stay alive among the "pack". The ones that help us fit in; or the ones that say "I'm rubber, you're glue" -- those masks are the hardest to wear --- the tears make them slip down a lot.
There are several"teenage masks", "college masks", "young adult masks" ...... wow, you should see the stock of "dating masks" that are out there!
But they pale in comparison to the number of "parenting masks". There are a few you can get for your pregnancy --- if you have the energy to wear one. But most of them are designed to be worn from day one of being a parent. You know some of them -- the "I totally LOVE being a mommy" mask, the "I am SO in control of my new life", "I have the perfect baby" mask, "yes, he/she sleeps through the night and I feel great!" mask ...... I could go on and on.
Of course we change the masks several times during a day, week, month, year. It's amazing to me that our homes are big enough to hold all of them.
There are a lot of "marriage masks" out there, too. I think the biggest seller is the "we have the greatest marriage" mask.
This post would be a novel if I keep this up, but I think you get the idea.
I think it's very freeing to burn your masks. I've learned to burn several of them since Jim died. I just don't have the energy to look through my closet, choose the right one, and then put it on. Most of them are very heavy. I just can't do it much.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I still have several waiting around in my closet ..... some are newer than others, but I think that I'm at least more aware of them now so that I don't just put them on automatically.
I hope that I can keep tossing them out.
It would be nice to live in a mask-less society.
Or would it?