>n’s bus driver is one serious piece of work.

Bus Driver: “You need to turn your lights off babe” ~Beckons toward my house where my porch lights are still turned on.
Me: ~Giving a look that hopefully conveys my anti-”babe” feelings. “Oh.. we got a late start this morning so…”
Bus Driver: “I try to get here early because the family after you guys are constantly complaining to the school that I am always late picking up in the morning… And I’m NOT.” ~Rolls her eyes
Me: “…..” ~Wondering why I’m being subjected to this story. Again.
Bus Driver: “Yes. The school had to talk to that Mom because she used profanity against me.” ~Raises her eyebrows and looks at me to make sure I am properly astonished.
Me: “……….” ~Trying SO hard not to laugh.
Bus Driver: ” I’m a GOOD bus driver.” ~Looks at me, obviously waiting for affirmation.
Me: “Well…. we have no complaints.” ~Still trying not to laugh.
Bus Driver: “Thank you sweetie. Have a blessed day.”

I think I can let this conversation and the humor involved just stand on it’s own…
But…. “…used profanity against me” and “I’m a GOOD bus driver” are absolute GEMS. Those two phrases have provided Tyson and I with much enjoyment over the last two days. We can’t stop trying to find ways to say them to each other. “I’m a GOOD bus driver” was said with so much feeling that it is almost hard to laugh about…. but obviously I’m a little bit mean and can’t help myself.

I give you free reign to use the “… used profanity against me” phrase.
I promise you’ll have fun with it.
I know I have.

Have a blessed day.

The internet is a freakydeaky place.
Am I right?

Let me pose a question:
How many of you have had people find you on the internet?
I mean, people that you have LONG lost contact with and then, POOF! There they are. They found you. Probably via Google.
How many? Really. I want answers!

Personally, I’ve have at least three people find me over the last four years.
The most recent?
My junior high B.F.F. and partner in crime (quite a literal term here), Sonia.

Yeah. That’s us rockin 1990 or 1991… 6th grade, I think.
Anyway. The last time I saw Sonia we were in 11th grade.
The last time I spoke to her I think we were 20.

SONIA! We are THIRTY now!!!
Holy crap!!!
How is it that today, out of the clear freaking blue, in my inbox, is an email from you? HOW??!!??
How are you!? And please, tell us… HOW did you find me?

Even though Sonia isn’t the first to stumble upon me here on the internet, I have to say that I almost fell out of my chair when I saw her name in my email. Seriously. I even looked around my empty office for someone to tell the story to. I really think it quite amazing to suddenly have contact re-established between two people after a ten year gap.

Anyway. I had to share this with you all because I was that excited about it.
And remember… I want to know if this has happened to you and if so, how many times.

Oh… and feel free to tell me about the time this happened to you and you WISHED it HADN’T!

Yeah.
The fish we have had for THREE YEARS died a week ago.
And I cried.
And I’m not joking.
Tyson was so nice about it. He didn’t make fun of me or anything.
He actually consoled me…. Over a fish.

And I’m still sad.
Every time I instinctively look to the place where Fish used to reside, I get a bit sad.
Holly said, “It was just a fish.”
I. KNOW! But we had it for THREE YEARS.
And I saved it from death at least five times. At. least.

Anyway.
So take that as my excuse for being away.
I’ve been in mourning.

Ohyeah. And doing stuff like this:

Laying in my bed with my kids while they (ok, ok… “we”) watch qubo before bedtime.

Finishing a blanket for Grady

Taking a pictures of Grady faking sleep on his new favorite blanket.

I’ve done more… but I don’t want to re-size any pictures right now.
Plus I have to finish Grady’s blog design otherwise Holly is going to freak out on me.
So. Be sad for me that Fish died.
Because, seriously.
It’s been a week, and I am still upset.