Almost too weird for words

Our 16 year old recently got his driver's license.



Yeah, that about sums up how I feel.

Yesterday, he borrowed the truck to drive to a job interview and then to go see a girl.

"Just a friend," says he.

Dang, when the hell did he grow up?! How can he be 16 when I'm only 29?
Okay, maybe only in my mind, but seriously, it is just too weird to watch
him climb into the truck and drive off.

P.S. In case anyone missed it, I just embedded my first video to my blog. Woo hoo, that was cool!

I'm me-e-e-elting!!!

I'm sure my over-used blog title is one that will get lelo's panties all in a bunch, but it's how I feel (sorry, lelo).

I HATE hot weather! Hate it, hate it, hate it! It makes me grumpy, irritable, short-tempered, fidgety and crabby. In short, hot weather makes me quick to lose my cool - in more ways than one.

It's 102 deg F today and (hahaha, cooling off) to 100 deg F tomorrow. UGH! I like it in the 70's, thank you very much, but I don't think I'll see those temps again for weeks.

If only there really was a chill pill.

P.S. This is my 100th post. Not a very inspired post for such a milestone. I blame the heat for zapping my wit and creativity.

P.S.

He's home. Youngest son arrived home last night - but just barely, the flight landed at 11:59pm. He was surprisingly alert and chipper, despite the long journey. I guess he was still on Italy time - it wasn't midnight, it was 9am for him. He still hasn't gone to sleep. He says he's not tired. Hoo boy, when he crashes, he's going to crash hard. In the meantime, he's talking our ears off, telling us about his adventures. His favorite place was La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.

I asked him if he'd do it again.

There was a looooong pause.

Finally, he said, he didn't think so. Why, I asked. It was too exhausting, he said. They were going from early morning to late night and did lots of walking (he swears they walked 75 miles, I think that's a wee bit of an exaggeration but I'm sure they walked a lot). I'm not sure I'd want a tour that jam-packed full either. I'd want down time just to savor time in another country and to people watch.

His luggage made it back, too - with a big ol' dent in side of our brand-new bag. And we had wrong information (again). His luggage showed up at the hotel in Rome just as they were heading to the airport. His was the only bag to make it there. The bags for the 8 remaining luggage-less travelers are either at the Portland airport somewhere or are still lost. What a fiasco.

And guess where he shopped for clothes? The Nike Store! He travels all the way to Europe to buy clothes from a hometown business.

Hold on to that thought

Better late than never, yeah, that's it.

Just heard from the wife/mom of two fellow traveling companions. They are on the plane but apparently there was a tire blow-out so they are stuck waiting to take off until that is cleared. Don't think it's their plane, just not sure of the details but it will hold them up for 2 hours.

And, oh, yeah, the luggage never showed up in Rome, it's at our local airport.

The other half of the tour group is home already - their trip was an absolute delight and a breeze. It just doesn't seem fair that our group should be beset with so many problems. Gotta wonder who among the group sent out such bad Karma as to infect the whole lot.

Better late than never

Our youngest just called to say their return flight is delayed about an hour and to say that his luggage finally arrived today!!

How ironic is it that it arrives the day they come home?

Yes, I can see the humor in the situation, although it's more a gallows type humor than a good belly laugh.

It will be so good to have him home again.

A fur collar

I got to wear a new fur collar this weekend. It kept me warm, as fur collars do but it did something that is highly unusual. It purred! Yep, that's right, I "wore" a fur collar made of two adorable, 8 week-old kitties, Bianca and Elliot.

Bianca and Elliot own my neighbor's son (yes, that's right, they own him, not the other way around, that's how it works with kitties), who had come home to visit for the weekend. The girls were so cuddly, I couldn't resist picking them up to snuggle my face against theirs. When I did, they happily climbed onto my shoulders and draped themselves around my neck, settling in for a nap and rumbling contentedly.

Simply put, they stole my heart.

When I came home, Zac gave me the evil eye as if to ask, "Who have you been catting around with?" Oops, busted!

Thank goodness, he didn't hold my brief fling against me.