March 06, 2014
I'm sick. I got some respiratory virus that is going around. I spent most of the day in bed.
Food tastes funny. If any of you had this, did you notice that too? Flavors are... heightened.
So I'm not eating. Blech.
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I'm sorry you are sick. :(
We (youngest son and I) caught a respiratory something at a debate tournament last month and are still fighting it. After about a month of putting up with it, we finally ended up on antibiotics. It's obnoxious.posted by PeggyU on March 6, 2014 10:17 PM
My husband had it first. We thought it was the flu. I did take him to the doctor as I was really afraid he had pneumonia. That's when he said it was this respiratory thing.
He said the cough lasts for weeks and weeks.
Today I am finally at 90% and am going to work, but when I cough I sound like I'm losing a lung. I'm sure I'm going to take all sorts of crap for that at work.posted by Bou on March 7, 2014 08:27 AM
I'm not an organic food freak or anything, but one of the other parents at the debate event gave me a "Throat Coat" tea bag. I didn't figure it would work, but strangely enough after drinking a cup of tea I was cough free for at least an hour. I admit, I took it out of desperation, since I didn't have the ability at the time to locate a store and load up on cold medicine. It seemed to work surprisingly well, though, and didn't taste awful either. So, I am going to try to find it to keep on hand here. I'll let you know what I find. In the meantime,hang in there! I know it sucks!posted by PeggyU on March 7, 2014 02:32 PM
Apparently Walgreens carries it. Amazon also sells it. :)posted by PeggyU on March 7, 2014 02:34 PM
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March 04, 2014
Rockin' That Red Robe
Bones' Confirmation was this past Sunday.
I was so sick of the preparation. Last year, it was every Wednesday. He fought me so much, by the end, I wasn't even nice. I'm not the Catholic and I was heard to say near the end, "Look, at this point, I don't care if you become an Atheist. Reallly. I... do... not... care."
It was incessant.
This year, I told my husband, "I'm done. You want him Confirmed, YOU do it."
And so my husband rearranged everything and made sure that this entire year, Bones made it to Confirmation Class.... a class that had moved to Sunday.
It was this year that Bones seemed to hit his stride in Church. He quit fighting it, started to enjoy it and was asked to do a reading at Christmas Eve Mass. He rehearsed that reading for hours... so that when the time came, not only did he say the reading, it was with full inflection and intonation. It was if he was acting it out.
He's been asked to become a regular lector at the church.
The only thing he didn't really love was the instructor. Although she meant well, she was very scattered and admitted she is totally ADHD.
As he complained about her through the year, I just nodded my head knowingly at his great frustration, and grinned.
He chose the name Gregory, because he sings. His sponsor, who is also his Godmother and Son #4's mother, got him a CD of Gregorian Chants as a gift. He loves it.
Anyway, so the end was near, rehearsal was scheduled and as I got ready to take him he said to me, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom! You know what the BEST part of this whole thing is? All the aggravation. Dealing with Ms. xyz and her disorganization, dealing with just... everything. All totally worth it because I get to keep the robe! I get to keep the red robe!"
I remembered back to when he was just a little guy. If you all recall, he was always into the costumes. When he was 4, he put 5 costumes in the car on Halloween night and would change between houses. He dressed as Hulk once a week in Pre-K 4. He lamented the horrible 'costumes' he would have to wear in Catholic school.
And then once we walked into the Catholic store and he was in awe of all the priests robes. Big blue eyes looked up at me as he said with wonderment, "Mom, look at all the costumes!"
He doesn't remember that, but I do.
This was his reaction when he got his Robe:
He immediately put it on when he got home, pretending he was a big red ghost.
He reminds him of a choir robe. He loves to wear choir robes.
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Your son is adorable. :)posted by PeggyU on March 4, 2014 11:31 PM
And Bones will be Bones.
They've got the better part of his High School years to use him as a Lector. There will be the comments about his voice, as is to be expected.
He will find that after a few times, he will not need to over-prepare to read with inflection ...
By the way, why isn't he wearing his seat belt?posted by The Thomas on March 5, 2014 08:56 AM
He had literally just gotten in the car. We were in the parking lot. He was so excited I had to snap a picture.posted by Bou on March 5, 2014 09:29 AM
Ah, yes ... the typical Bones excitement ... hard to contain.posted by The Thomas on March 5, 2014 03:21 PM
He's so sweet and personable I wouldn't be surprised if Bones turns to acting professionally.posted by pam on March 6, 2014 07:56 AM
I'm hoping that personality carries him. It sure as heck won't be his mad math skillz. ;-)posted by Bou on March 6, 2014 08:18 PM
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My husband has the flu.
This seriously stinks. I'm sleeping on the couch...
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Good to see you back, Bou. Was worried. Hope hubby is better soon.posted by Flugelman on March 4, 2014 11:36 AM
.....I am so sorry that he is feeling bad....
Wishing your household much rest and chicken soup!posted by PeggyU on March 4, 2014 11:35 PM
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March 03, 2014
I'm here. I've just been overwhelmed. I got six email today and I'm going to admit, I wasn't sure anyone actually read me anymore so I didn't think other than a couple people, anyone would notice.
I need to write here. So I'm back. This has always been my catharsis...
Today is my eldest son's birthday. He is 19. I've been blogging since he was 9. You all have seen him since he was going into 4th grade and now he's a freshman in college.
He has a girlfriend. The boy we never thought would date... he has a girlfriend. This is the girl that his junior year, insisted he go to prom with him. For the last two years, she has been persistent and finally... I think he realized what a gem she is.
I'm not sure it will last. They are 19 and 20 and there is so much life to experience, but I could not have picked a better first girlfriend. We like her.
She fits in with the boys and they pick on her like she's one of them. I have to remind them, 'This is a girl! You will be nice to her!!!" But when they're on their own, I also see them hugging on her and treating her like a sister.
And funnier still, she feels protective of them. Last week she had T go shopping for Ringo's birthday gift. T met her at some new stores we have down here and it didn't take long. Since it was only a 10 minute gig and she knew it took 30 minutes to get there, she said to him, "I am responsible for you. So, just hang out with me for awhile... You can't stay down here by yourself"
I heard that at Ringo's birthday dinner tonight.
I don't know why, but I was touched by that.
Someone once told me that as your family grows, so does your worry. Your children will find mates, and you will worry for them like they are yours. And then there will be grandchildren and you will worry for them... and it is exponential.
I see that. I worry for her. She has a heart condition and had surgery last year and I've already started doing a ton of research. I like this girl. If they break up on their own, so be it, but I don't want anything happening to her. Not on my watch.
Ringo has been working out a lot. He is so buff... the shoulders so broad, the waist a 26. I get the funniest message for me like, 'I put up 225 today, Ma.' and then he does this things with pound signs like #getting big. I have no clue what it all means, but the kid I tutor laughs whenever I show him and say, "Explain this and what is with this pound sign thing?"
I have a funny picture from my cell phone I need to put out so you all can see the mass confusion that occurs when they use this pound sign stuff.
Crazier still when he drunk snap chats his Mama. But... yeah, that's another story.
He is good. He loves college. He is becoming a man. He is responsible and is dead set he is going to be an orthopedic surgeon. I'm getting him in to shadow someone this summer. He doesn't care that 40000 people apply for 200 slots. That's what he's going to do.
More to come, but for tonight...
And so... to my son, Ringo, on his 19th I say, "Happy Birthday, Ringo. Should all the young men in this world be loved as much as you... I suspect that there would be far fewer problems and this world would be a much better place."
I love you, son.
Ringo at age 10.
(And yes, Dad, I took pix with a real camera and I have some good ones for next year's calendar!)
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SO glad to see you back - I had almost given up hope but didn't want to bug you in case. :-/
Glad everything is well in your world. xxxposted by Shaz on March 4, 2014 12:48 AM
What a cute kid and gorgeous man. I feel old now! Oh and that shirt when he was ten... just got passed on for the third time. ;-)posted by vwbug on March 4, 2014 05:49 AM
Happy Birthday to a very loved young man. :-)posted by pam on March 4, 2014 07:27 AM
Glad to see you're back. I was getting worried.
Happy Birthday to Ringo!posted by Pogue on March 4, 2014 08:55 AM
I'm good! I'm back. I have some funny stuff to put up about Bones.posted by Bou on March 4, 2014 09:03 AM
Whew! I was afraid that was the only picture you took. If you can find the horned Viking helmet, he would be 'big' at a fraternity party! Just sayin.....
Glad you're back.posted by Vicki on March 4, 2014 01:46 PM
Great to see that you are back I aave missed you also worried that something bad may have happened, I know life gets in the way etc.
Seriously great that you are back hope all is well and looking forward to reading more from you.posted by Simon on March 4, 2014 05:19 PM
Yay! I check for posts every day, but I figured life is busy, and I didn't want to bother you about it.posted by rae on March 4, 2014 06:59 PM
Welcome back! I've been lurking for years, and was afraid you had given it up. I would have hated to miss watching the boys continue growing up. ;-)posted by Mell on March 4, 2014 10:34 PM
Oooh! You just reminded me that I need to go through our photos. Happy, happy birthday to Ringo! :)posted by PeggyU on March 4, 2014 11:38 PM
Glad to see you again. Nice pictures of some nice looking young men. The younger one is clearly headed for aviation. I mean, seriously. Look. At. That. Watch!
The post January posts still don't show up on my firefox but I think I broke it. Everything still shows up from the archives, just not the active mu.nu.posted by Curtis on March 5, 2014 12:47 AM
Good to see that you aren't buried in office work. I will wave as I fly over tonight on my way to your end of the state. It's just a one day thing.posted by The Thomas on March 5, 2014 08:48 AM
Didn't wave. Out-bound flight delayed past the time for my connection in Atlanta, so I'm staying in the Great White North and using telepresence instead.
I hope to keep the cold up here too.
Yay for birthdays! Yay for you being okay! Yay for coming back!posted by Angela on March 6, 2014 04:23 PM
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