Sunday, June 14, 2015

Teens. Testing Boundaries.



It's been an interesting week around Casa Walsh.

My darling adorable beautiful daughter came home one SUNDAY MONDAY morning at 2:30 am. Uh huh. She was out with her guy friend at the drive-ins.  And no, I wasn't worried about any misbehaving, I was pissed she was out so late.  I expected her home at midnight. Yet, for some reason, we don't have a curfew.  It has never been an issue. So I couldn't ground her ass.   And, being the Type A mom that I am,  I was awake, waiting for her, sending messages back and forth to track her where-a bouts, and that I would NOT be a happy camper come Monday workday.

The long story is, she drove her truck to Union (25 miles away) to meet the boy-child, and they drove his truck to La Grande (another 10 or so miles) to go to the drive-in which did not start until 9pm, and there were two movies.  So, technically, that's 4-5 hours of movie viewing.  Right?  And she had to reverse that trip to get home.  The bummer about all of that is the drive to Union is in a canyon with no cell service.  So, naturally, I assume breakdowns, and ax murderers and kidnappings.

Keep in mind this is the girl who just pulled a 4.0 on her report card, is the incoming ASP School President, and does amazing things.  I am not worried about her being irresponsible and making very foolish choices (like her teenage mother did) (Correction:  My teenage self, I was not a teen mother.  I was 35 when #1 was born, and 36 with #2).  I was not happy that in her mind - everything was perfectly fine.  During our texting conversation she kept telling me she was OK and everything was alright, that she was at the movies and the 2nd movie just started (midnight when I asked why she wasn't home and where the heck was she) - and I was trying to communicate with her that everything was NOT OK because her charming little self was not home tucked in bed.

Oy veh.

So.  I imposed a curfew. Ten pm. during the week, midnight on the weekends.  With her father's support.  Which meant this week she could NOT spend the night at the Eastern Oregon Livestock Show (in Union) with a girlfriend,  as she had planned, because she was also leaving for 5 days for basketball camp starting Monday (tomorrow).  Besides, with the guy friend in Union I did not want to push our luck.

She found out about the new curfews Tuesday night.  And she was heartbroken. Giving me her sad little 5 year old self brown eyes (no she's not 5, that is just what she reminded me of).  Especially when it was 9pm and her friends were just now going out to the movies. Poor sweet thing. Sniff.

Then Friday night?  Back in Union.  For the Eastern Oregon Livestock Show (FFA animals, rodeo, carnival, etc.).  Instructions were she had to text me when she arrived and each time she went somewhere else.  Seeing how she is so darn mobile now.  Curse you independent driving children! Our texts were something like this: She said she was with her friends.  I wanted names.  She said the usual.  I said tell me who.  She said why?  I said in case you go missing and I have to track down parents of your friends.  I''m sure she thinks I am a total crazy lady. So, I got names. And, she got home at a nice, decent hour.  Almost 11 pm.

But last night? We almost had a repeat of the over midnight saga.  She was in Union again..  I texted around 8.  Told her I wanted to know where she was and it was time to check in with me.  She was at the Carnival.  Fine.  Then she sent a message at 9:00 that her group was headed to La Grande to see the movies (to her credit she gave me names - which was two girls, including her, and two boys - all of which I know.  Apparently the Union guy is just a friend now).  Holy Crud.  I said fine, but she had to be home by midnight (Did she forget? Testing my last nerve, I tell you).  She sent a message about 'but the movie doesn't start until bla bla bla'.  I said if she wasn't home by midnight, she would be grounded. She said they were almost to La Grande.  I did not respond.

She got home at 11:50 pm.  Ta Da!  Good choice!
So this morning, I told her I was proud of her for getting home on time.
I was greeted with the silent treatment.  (Except to borrow my tent and a chair for the camping week).

 Oh.  And the sugary snacks above?  They were part of a snack run they did to Wal-Mart.  I guess they played in Wal-Mart instead of going to the movies.   This. From the girl who insists on no gluten in the food I cook for her.  But I get it. 

We shall survive.  I am certain of it.


Hello, Beautiful Summer - 2015

Sunday coffee, and view from my yard (south side of house). June 7th.

Coffee cup, green Adirondack chair and west side of yard. June 7th

One of those beautiful June nights. Monday, June 8th

Saturday Walk - June 13

Saturday Walk - June 13. There is a blue Heron way out there!
 June...

What a beautiful, sunny month this June has been (so far). I am a sunshine girl.  I love when the sun comes up early, and stays out late. I love the daily crawl toward the solstice with the days getting longer.
I like the light. And I love the heat (although it was a cold 35 degrees this morning).
Sigh.
June just takes my breath away. 
And summer nights?  Splendid.  Nothing beats sitting outside on a hot day.  Staring at the mountains as the sun goes down. Cooking dinner on the BBQ and eating out in the yard (kids and I earlier this week: potato salad, watermelon, chicken legs).
One day I stepped outside the office building during the lunch hour and I was slammed with the scent of a Missouri Summer.
Sultry.
Muggy.
Hot.
It made me homesick for my Missouri life, and fireflies, and cicadas and my little sister. And the river bottom country with all the fields of corn and the big lush green trees.

I love summer. So glad it is here.  At last.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Deep in This Head of Mine - Sunday, April 26

Saturday Night - Taking in a few moments of silence

I prayed a lot yesterday.  I cried.  I worried.  I felt like throwing up.

First, the earthquake in Nepal.  A coworker/friend has been studying in the area since January.  I was worried and frightened that she might have been one of the thousands to have died.  She was just in Kathmandu on Thursday, where the earthquake hit and 'we' had no idea where she was after that.  This morning one of her friends posted that she is fine and will reach out when she can.  Thank you, God.

Then.  The horrid news that a young girl from our small school community committed suicide Friday night.  Ug......  Thirteen years old.  A brother found her and tried to administer CPR.  The responders were all locals.  Volunteers.  Fellow parents and neighbors.  This is small town America. Something like this hits hard when everyone one, knows everyone. And news travels fast.  Jake said she was the smartest girl in her class and he had no idea why she would do this.  She was one year younger than him.  Poor sweet soul.  Poor sweet brothers, sisters, mother, father, friends, teachers. 

My kids, Thank God, seem to be processing this 'well'.  Unfortunately, they were introduced to death at an early age.  Sami is friends with one of the older brothers, so she is closer to the family than Jake or I.   So, in my head I crawled yesterday.  Wondering what on earth could have been going on in her life that she felt the need to end it?

Praying for all.  Taking moments of silence.  And listening to God's whisper.



Tuesday, April 7, 2015

A Lovely Easter... and God's Not Dead

Hot Cross Buns - From Kneads Bakery

Easter Lily - From my Guy

My Commute Home.  Sigh. I love falling into the sky

Good Friday - The doors were locked

Preparing our Dinner - Menu was Leg of Lamb, Scallop Potatoes, Caesar Salad

Easter morning Treats for the Kids (who are teens)

Easter Breakfast
I love Easter.
A large part of my life has been about 'do-overs' and second chances.
The Resurrection sings to me. 
On Friday at noon I picked up goodies from Kneads Bakery in La Grande, then went to the local Catholic Church to have a moment of silence.  The door was locked.  So much for having my private moment. So, I had it in my car.
 For Easter I made dinner Saturday night because the kids are with their dad on Sundays.  They leave at about 7am.
Sunday I had the option of skiing with friends - last day up at the Mountain, or having a day with myself.
I chose the latter.
After doing a few chores - fixing the weather stripping on the front door, vacuuming, and getting cat hair off of the furniture, I realized I could still make Mass if I hustled.
So, I hustled.
I even showered and wore a dress.
 Mass was beautiful. Our church in Baker is beautiful.
I was in heaven.  Close to heaven.  And I loved it.
The weather was a rain/snow mix so I was glad I made the choice to not ski.
And, when I got home, I had Easter Dinner, a glass of red wine, and watched God's Not Dead. Sami watched it the day before and she said it was good and that I should watch it.
It gives me hope that she may feel the call of God, afterall.
My kids don't attend church or pursue their faith.
I have told them it's their own spiritual journey, and that I hope they do make that choice.
I have told them, whenever they feel alone in this world, to pray to God.  And to know he is always there.  
I think they are getting closer.
And, thus.  God's Not Dead!
In his name.
Peace, my friends.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Ides of March 2015 (Beware?)

I had a rough couple of weeks.  Sitting here now, on Sunday, March 15th, snotty as can be. 

Glad Wrap Mishap - How it All Started




Week #1 Was Full of Craziness:  Wrote two grants that were not on my list of things to do and which were 'due now'.  Could have been better planned by those who should have been 'on it'. As in two weeks earlier!  And, cleaned up a major mess in the women's restroom at work because no one else was able or willing. That's a story in itself.  Yet, not appropriate to make public.  So by Friday?  I was ready to get out of dodge.  Which I did. By taking a day off to ski.  That day was lovely. Sunshine, moonlight, no wind. We skied under both, BBQ oysters, and it was nice to be amongst adults.  It was the icing on the cake.  So well deserved after a 'crappy' week.  It was a full-moon week so no doubt the 'pull' had a lot to do with the week's events.

Gunsight Mountain behind Me

Cold Beverage after Skiing

My Christmas Setup - Downhill!

BBQ Oysters

Moonlit Dinner - Outdoor Style



Week #2:  And then... I got sick.  Week long stuff:  Sore throat, which started Saturday night, followed by cough, snot.snot.snot.snot.  And still snot. Sick leave here and there, tried to work when I could, blech.

So, Ides of March?  Yeah.  Whatever.  I'm so ready for a better week after these last two.  Please!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Hello March 2015! Recap of a Crazy Saturday in the life of a Single Mom

No, this is not what it looks like here.  I borrowed this from a friend.  






Today is March 1st.  We were given a beautiful, sunny, 26 degree day.
I stayed home all day. Did not drive anywhere.  Did not go outside. Did not ski.  Exhausted from yesterday. Here's the long story:

Yesterday was a crazy, hectic, busy, 'go crazy' life of a single mom day:

  • Up at 4am.  Only because I was stressing about the day's upcoming to-do list.
  • Registered my daughter for a trip to Spain for her graduation gift - next spring.  More on that later.  Signed my life away.
  • Made breakfast for kids.  Yummy stuff: yogurt w/ fruit; Andoulle Cajun chicken sausage and scrambled eggs. 
  • Left at 8am for Baker - 10 miles away: Hair, Groceries, and bird food for the wild things that visit each morning.
  • Sami left at 9 am for the school, and team bus to Condon, Oregon
  • Home at 11:  Made to go snacks and left on a 3.5 hour drive to Condon:  State Playoffs
  • Road trip.  Carpooled with some great friends and their 6th grade son.  Picked up college daughter in Pendleton (this is important later).
  •  Watch our girls, including my daughter play their last basketball game of the season - last because they lost.  Heart-wrenching but we had a GREAT turnout in fans.  Our school sent a fan bus.  Gotta love the team spirit in our small rural school (note to self: send letter of gratitude to the powers that be). But the girls did get to win this last Wednesday on their home court.  That is good. Especially for our Seniors.
  •  Drive to Pendleton.  Van passengers increased with Sophomore daughter of family that played in the game.  At at a rest stop I got to witness the crazy antics of this family.  Sophomore wanted to ditch dad and bro at rest stop. Plan was to just go around the back side. But she drove the family van to the exit which would have gotten us on the hwy - she had to backup - she hit a curb.  Not a good driver.  We were laughing and dying from sucking air. Dad? Not so amused.  He got to watch the entire thing on his walk to the van. But boy, was he a good sport!  He said something about not forgetting. This family is NUTS. Mine seems really normal now.
  • Out to dinner with crazy family.  At a Mexican Restaurant. In Pendleton.  College girl's fiance joins us. The antics only got better.  Son and Sophomore daughter had a hot sauce eating contest.  Son won.  Wedding plans.  Daughters. Son narrating what everyone was thinking.  Oh my.
  •  Stop in North Powder at kid's school to get sophomore daughter's car.  She is sleeping.  Mom gets out to get it so don't have to get it in morning (7 miles out of town and wrong way). Dad drives off, turns around, and mom is standing in road waving. Car won't start.  Good thing we didn't leave her!  Sophomore daughter has habit of leaving dome light on.  Battery is dead.
  • Home at 10:30 pm - my darling well behaved daughter arrived soon after.  Darling well behaved son is home, safe, doing his own thing. No wild parties (heck, all his friends were at the game!).  My kids seem so mellow in comparison to crazy family.
  • Registered myself for same trip to Spain. While at the game two moms were giving me a hard time about not registering now.  I planned to signup later, in November, when funds are more solvent.  They thought there was another payment plan. I gave in to peer pressure.  I promised to sign up when I got home.  Deadline for a discount was last day of Feb.  So, REALLY have now signed my life away! 
  • Slept blissfully knowing that yes, I survived the day, and was reminded of how lucky I am!

 Photo Share:
This lenten season I am wearing my special crucifix, that I rec'd from my G. Avis's collection

Rosie and my breakfast. Yogurt, banana, frozen raspberries. Quality time at the computer.

Found in daughter's laundry basket.  Basketball shoes.  Season is over.

Domestic Goddess Fail.  Chocolate kiss went through washer and drier.  Really, it was a kiss. with a nut inside. Now round from the machines. And yes, I got to clean out the drier. And redo a load of whites. This fine Sunday.




Sunday, January 25, 2015

Sunday Musings. January 25th, 2015.

Sami finding a big valentine at the Grocery Store

Rosie assisting me with my OLW homework last Sunday
Jake:  Getting Ready to Ski - MLK Day

Sami - Learning to Snowboard on MLK

Me.  Snowshoeing after Skiing.  On MLK Day

View from the kitchen window. MLK morning

Addressing Thank You Cards (Christmas)

Sami - Last weekend's game

Lights before pulling the plug.  this morning.
Photos are just some of my faves from the past week or two. 

It's Sunday.
The kids have already left for the ranch. 

So far I have: cleaned the bathroom (including the tub and shower - which I hate), cooked and cleaned up after breakfast, drank a pot of coffee, cleaned out the fridge, cleaned the kitty box, pulled the plug on the Christmas lights, filled out Sami's basketball photo order, filled out a volunteer signup sheet for Jake's class (Feb 7 Nacho Feed during BB games), tossed in a load of laundry, uploaded my phone photos, and attempted some online shopping - but gave up.

It's only 9:00 am.

This is my life.  I wake early, and crash early.

And I am working on my word 'Be'. 

Being in the moment.
Being Still.
Being available to the kids.
Being true to myself. 



And since it is Sunday, I am going to take it nice and easy for the rest of the day, and enjoy my time alone in my craft room.

Have a great one!