Still Just All Good Stuff Happening For Us

Scotty, CW and Tony helped mow and trim some shrubbery yesterday, Grandma, pictured here with CJ,  made banana pudding for them, and I realized with my veganism that banana pudding was out, since I'd not requested that she use rice milk.  Of course, rice is also now vilified what with the arsenic found within, a finding that totally irks me.  I love rice.

Veganism has been a boon for me, I've simply replaced my beloved cheese with guacamole, bad fat for good fat.  I feel leaner and cleaner, I feel lighter and faster.  Thank you Sarah for your influence.

Does this look like someone depriving themself?  Back beans and rice, topped with avocados (like the whole dang thing, not some dainty slice), fresh tomatoes, and Fire Hot Pepper Sauce

I've been super busy with good stuff, attending grandkids events, soccer games. and yesterday the high school had hosted a cheer leading competition event.  At $7 a pop for every man, woman and child, the school stood to make an impressive profit, plus there was a concession stand. Schools from surrounding counties all had signed up.

I did my 7 a.m. til 10 a.m. shift, running into a very old friend whose 30 year marriage had just imploded, the details and the underlying reasons leaving me stunned and silent.

"Being alone is not a negative," I tried to stress, this person now so shell-shocked that being alone is way better than being where they'd been.

Oh my.  I stay so wrapped up in my own world, thinking  that all the issues are found within the confines of The Adoption Of Older Children Realm, that I fail to notice nearly everything else going on around me.

A friend at church just lost her sister, another friend's daughter is getting a divorce, another friend's daughter is down in Brazil as a teacher missionary as she works on her doctoral degree - now that's impressive.

 Marcela and her husband, Curtis above - Deysi and her husband, Jaime, below.

We'd all showed up at Alexander's school for his birthday cupcakes, this after Mom and I had eaten lunch with CJ at his school.

It's so calm at home, except for two overly touchy ones, emotional all the time, irritable and testy, but I've learned to simply step around them.  A lecture would do no good.   Requiring chores only causes them to blow up.  I'm not playing that game anymore, I'd rather do it all myself than have to call a deputy to referee.  Tell me boys, how do you think that attitude is gonna work out for you in the long run?

They just stare back at me, as if I'm way too old school to even bother acknowledging.

Lily's fighting a sore throat, missing church today, something she never does, I'm dosing her up with zinc and vitamins, trying to get her to rest, and dadgum if Sabrina's other knee isn't acting up.  I scheduled her an orthopedic visit for next week, praying this knee won't also need surgery.

She really needs to end her high school career on a good note - cheer leading will end by Christmas.  The seniors got recognized at yesterday's event, some of the moms rushing home to doody themselves up, the girls had all brought their flat irons, dresses and other crap.  About three of us older mothers remained in our clothes we'd worked in that day, we all had red competition cheerleaders shirts and black pants.  Whatever.  It ain't about us, it's about our lovely daughters.

Sabrina'd ordered me a way too large t-shirt - further upping my usual clownlike attitude.

But the best positive affirmation all day came when Daniel was quoting his friends, "Bodie always brings his mom," in reference to ordering post season playoff tickets for Braves games and including me.  Daniel has a ton of friends who don't mind moms coming along.  That's because he doesn't hang out with drunks or druggies or those type of partiers who'd not want me around.  Well, duh.