thoughts from the deep recesses

Sometimes I have a blog post rolling around in my brain for a few days and I ultimately decide not to post it... this is almost one of those posts. But I'm goin' with it. It's going to be pretty raw so fasten your seatbelts. My kids have been out of school for one week. And I can already say this is the hardest summer ever. And here's why: I don't know what to do with my kids. First of all, they're BIG. Physically, they take up a LOT of space. Frankly - they're in the way of keeping the house clean and organized and they clutter up the place. Secondly, they listen to the most awful 'music'. And they all own i-somethings... pods, phones etc... full of this terrible noise. And inevitably, it is playing loudly. All the time. Third, their friends. Here. Eating all the time. Adding to the noise. Taking up even more space. And last - they leave. And then the house is ridiculously quiet and boring. And I feel left out. Unimportant. Unnecessary...

So over the weekend we celebrated the successful completion of high school by none other than Kyler Warren Goins... We were blessed by a crazy houseful of people who came to help us celebrate... I did a terrible job of taking pictures of the guests, but I did get several pictures of the party décor and the graduation itself. I LOVE throwing a party - especially one where I can decorate - and this party came together just the way I'd hoped. Kyler's high school colors are orange and black and their mascot is a tiger... it was fun to pull together decorations around that theme.... I asked a friend who has a cake business to make his cake - she used his varsity letter to decorate the cake and then made white and oreo cupcakes... we saved the cake to eat after the party - it was for sure one of the best 'decorations' on the table and I didn't want it to get ruined by cutting into it.   Paper mache letters and glitter paint made a fun sign for the front ...

Yesterday was muggy/thunderstormy... so much so that when I got home from work around 7:30 last night my house was super stuffy and uncomfortable. I set about opening windows... and when we went to bed we left our ceiling fan for some much needed circulation. At 3:30 am, Asia woke up, got out of bed, walked around the house creepily for a couple of minutes and then came back in the room and turned the fan off. I, who hadn't been sleeping most of the night, said, "Please don't turn that off... it's so stuffy in here..." to which my dear husband replied, "I woke up with a premonition that I need to turn it off." Chalk that one up to one of the weirdest marriage experiences in our 21 years of sharing a bed... I laid there for another 45 minutes wondering if the fan was on the brink of flying off it's screws and killing us both or if my husband was just in some crazy sleep-walking stupor. Of course, he went right back to sleep and I ended up getting out...