Hi Dee Ho!
It's 6:43 in the pm on Friday.
I have Paula Deen's basic meatloaf up in the oven with 23 minutes left to bake.
Brussels Sprouts are co-roasting with aforementioned meatloaf.
Aaron requested them.
Reason # 3,456,563,454,524,212 why I love that child.
I truly have no excuse why dinner is so late tonight.
Well, maybe it had something to do with me roaming the dark house up in the middle of the night, nude, having a hot flash. I was gone all day until 4pm, and then when I got home - I just felt the need to rest a spell.
I thought I'd give you an update on the child, it's been a while.
Today we figured out that he has 59 days before he gets his driver's license.
My eyes and nose started burning on the announcement of this news.
I was determined not to cry.
Lord have mercy friends - come the end of September - you will all be hearing earfuls of drivel. I mean the first time he pulls up and out of the driveway on his own?
Pharmaceuticals will be involved.
On my end.
Aaron is ready for his GED testing. If all goes the way we have it planned, we will be testing on August 1st and 2nd.
Please mark it on your calendars as a day of fasting and prayer.
Considering that his mom doesn't know where his birth certificate and or Social Security card are since the move, I'm not holding my breath - but I sure hope we do test on those days.
He continues to delight me to no end, and our days are filled with laughter and love.
He's such a flippin' great kid. He really is.
I'm racking my brain making sure I've taught Aaron all that I want to teach him before he goes out among the English on his own and for good.
I'm asking him things like - 'ok, you know how to do laundry right? Cooking - you've got that down, and grocery shopping...what else do I need to teach you?'
He claims he's good.
Yesterday, I had to clean an efficiency apartment that had recently been vacated.
I took Aaron with me to show him what life on drugs is like.
I made him help me clean the apartment and count his blessings.
That's not entirely true - he seemed happy (although grossed out) to help me.
Does this come as a surprise?
I decided that I could never be a rental property owner. There is much I wouldn't allow.
"Excuse me - you think you are hanging THOSE curtains? I don't think so!"
I can see myself driving slowly past the property - pointing and shaking my finger - "Move those bikes!"
I'm beginning to think my OCD is hormonally charged. I'm so 'hormony' at the moment that camping this weekend should be interesting.
I swear - if I see a picnic table with an over usage of foil - I'm going to lose it!
Disheveled towels on a line?
I'm calling the DNR.
The timer just beeped on the meatloaf -
So I reckon I'll take my leave for now.
Thanks for all of your fun, sweet, encouraging comments on the last post!
I'm not closing up the blog - I need my drivel release.
I just thank you for sticking with me - for real.