80's Rock

I guess I'm old after all

Happy Birthday to me. Actually it was last month, but if you've known me for more than a year, you'll know that I celebrate for the whole month, and I got started a little late this year. So, until the 25th, it's my birthday month!! Now, I love me some birthdays...don't get me wrong. Cake, free dessert at restaurants, presents...not to mention, they are better than the alternative! But recently, I have been seeing signs of my age. Not grey hair. (Well, really, I wouldn't know. I don't know my true hair color anymore and my hairdresser loves me too much to tell me the truth.) Not wrinkles. GOD bless Mary Kay and good genes. Ok, so I have a few, but I like to call them laugh lines. No, I'm not seeing my age in all the ways you'd suspect. (Again, if you've known me for more than a week, you'd know that if I did see grey hair or wrinkles, I'd forget about them by the time I'd walked away from the mirror, if I even noticed them in the first place! I'm not known for my observational or memory skills!) You see, it's others who are burdening me with this "You're getting older" business. I remember the blow I felt 10 years ago with the commercial for "Classic Rock Hits of the 1980's" They were all my favorite bands on a 3 CD set for only $19.95. (I was crushed, but I would have bought it if I didn't still have all the old albums!) I remember that feeling like it was yesterday...see....I can remember!! Then we have " 80's Night" at church and my kids come out in these ridiculous clothes and ask if they look 80's enough. Now we have a radio station dedicated solely to those "Classic Hits of the 80's and 90's". I'm not complaining...I love it...I just don't know why they have to call them classic. Isn't classic old??? Well, I can deal with all that. But the other night I was watching TV, minding my own business, not bothering anyone, when this annoying voice came on (much louder than the show I had been watching) and told me that if I had been born between 1923 and 1968 that I could be eligible for affordable pre-paid funeral expenses. It was the only responsible thing to do for my family. COME ON!!! SERIOUSLY!! I AM NOT OLD ENOUGH TO PLAN MY FUNERAL YET!!! Besides, that's one job I don't have to do. Surely my kids can handle that. I know, I know, they can't even flush the toilet (of course, they don't really need to, because half the time they don't hit it!!) I am going into "middle age" kicking and screaming. Maybe that's why I still feel so young.

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Group A Reunion

I told them I was going to crash it, and I was true to my word. Group A, (remember, AWAA split up our group at the last minute and many of the families we had grown to know and love over a 2 year wait didn't get to travel together) anyway, Group A has been planning a reunion for some time now. It was too close not to attend, and they were so gracious to accept us as an "Honorary Fu Family" or were we the fool family??? We had so much fun, and AnnaLyn, who doesn't normally play with other children, actually played with these girls. She even took toys away from them. Isn't that exciting? I know, I know...I shouldn't be excited that she is taking toys, but that's typical two year old behavior, and she's never cared if another child had a toy of hers or not. She's never noticed before. Yeah AnnaLyn!! Of course, it wouldn't be my life if some funny stories didn't come out of it. On Friday night we were invited to "Aunt Betsy's" house for a cookout. She had little swimming pools set up for the girls, but they weren't supposed to get in until after dinner. The other girls were standing so nicely around the pools, just playing with the toys. What does Baby Girl do? Well, she climbed right over them and into the pool of course. Not once, but twice. I gave in and went to put her swim suit on her and she played there most of the rest of the evening. The girl loves the water. On Saturday morning, Lydia and I were in and out of the house and the Anna Sisters were playing on the back porch. I turned around and AnnaLyn was sitting in her swimming pool in her pajamas. Like I said, the girl loves the water. I also learned something about myself. I love communal living. The Headrick Family stayed with us for a few days during the reunion. How nice to have another wife and mother in the house. Then Jackie and her girls came as well, and there were 3 of us to take care of everything. (Oh, yeah, we enjoyed you guys too. :-) I guess it wouldn't work out long term though, because, to tell you the truth Lydia and Jackie....I don't really live like this. I only make gravy when company comes. In fact I've been told that my boys love having people over, because that's the only time I cook at all. Not entirely true, but fairly close.

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I'm really behind

I have been informed by some of my many readers (I think it's up to 4 now.) that I am quite behind on my posting. My response would be that I'm getting older and there just isn't enough coffee to keep me alert for long periods of time. By the time I get to the computer upstairs, I forget what I wanted to write about in the first place. Something funny and blogworthy happens almost everyday around here, but I don't remember them until like 3am when, sadly, I'm perfectly alert and coherant. Figures. Sooooo, I'll try to catch you up on 3 events that I can readily remember for now. First, about a month ago AnnaLyn said her first sentence. (Not really, but we're calling it that, 'cause it was soooo cool, and fitting!) She was at her speech therapy appointment and one of the speech therapists came in to bring Eva (AnnaLyn's therapist) her Starbucks. AnnaLyn looked at the cup and said, "Das Mama's" Is that perfect or what? Now really, her sounds just came out that way, but I'm calling it like I see it. And so are Eva, Susan and Sharon. I have witnesses!! Of course, that means I probably go to Starbucks WAAAAAY to much. Then again, Warner's first words were "Wal-Mart". Boy, your kids can really tell on you, huh? Secondly, a testimony to why YOUNG women have children. We went after church on Wednesday to Cici's pizza with the youth group. Chris had been carrying AnnaLyn around and visiting with the kids, then he brought her over to me and said "watch her for a sec." "OK" I was in the middle of a conversation, which I can't remember, but it must have been pretty important...and one of the kids came over and took AnnaLyn out of my lap. I'm sure I recognized this child as my own, but just handed her over and gave a quick glance over my shoulder and continued my conversation. 5 minutes later Chris came back and said "Where's the baby?" UUUMMMMM, baby? Silent panic. Mind racing...where's the baby...who's got the baby? One of the kids, yeah...but which one? Not Hunter, Tanner or Sawyer...I can see them. I go the rear of the restaurant to see if they had her and she was running around with some of the kids. Nope. Sick at my stomach now, I head to the front door, praying she didn't get out. Suddenly she came flying by in a shopping cart. Indeed Warner had come and gotten her and was running her up and down the sidewalk outside in a shopping cart. I want to throw up, but I turn to Chris ever so calmly and say, "See? I told you Warner had her." Now, I can't for the life of me remember the third event. I guess I'll see you at 3am.

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