He's 11 years old and in the 6th grade. His first year of middle school. And he made the Honor Roll with all A's.
He also told me that he would like to be a younger brother.
Curious, I thought. Why?
Turns out he'd like an older sister...
so he could read her diary and torment her with the info.
Here he is shaking his middle school principal's hand as he receives an award. An award called the Lion's Pride Award.
When we received this letter in the mail last week, we were so surprised...
and so PROUD!
This is the beginning of our second year in this north Texas town. The first year was hard on Donny. He had good grades and did ok, but wasn't very happy. He missed his old school and friends in Austin. I don't blame him.
But, I think he's finally settling in here.
Look, a bumper sticker came with this special award.
heehee (nope, not going on my car, sorry, although it's a nice quote)
Part of me is sad he is growing up so fast, but mainly I'm enjoying the person he's becoming. He's such a great kid.
Winners email me at email@example.com with your addresses.
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Now, as you know, I've been job searching. And, I've found some free-lance writing jobs and some blogging work, but nothing full time.
I'm seriously thinking about applying to Target!! I need something with good health insurance.
One of the places I am blogging part time for is called Uptake. It's a travel information search engine, and I'm super excited! I'll be posting about fun things to do and see in Texas...and possibly other places I've visited.
What I would love from you, is to click on over to Uptake and comment on posts with my name. Today...and any time you feel like it! I don't get much comment love over there yet, and I've gotten spoiled with it over here. You guys rock!!
Romance is not often in the air around here, and on the rare occasion it drifts by, it is immediately flushed out and dissipated by much more noxious boy fragrances that rule this house.
My husband is an attorney who works long hours, my boys are both in sports, which take up a lot of time, and my elderly father lives with us. All those ingredients do not a romantic environment make.
So, when my mom offered to watch the boys and told us to look up romantic hotels, I threw the children from our moving car and sped out of town leaped at the chance.
We ended up deciding on a bed & breakfast in Fredericksberg, Texas, a delightful small town settled by German Americans in the 1800's that is now a popular Central Texas destination for bed and breakfasts, abundant hunting, fishing, antique stores, museums, the German influence in the form of bakeries, restaurants, stores, and peaches.
My husband and I had big plans. We checked into our B&B, and then headed out walking to browse antique stores and have dinner at the famous Fredericksberg Brewing Company.
It was wonderful to be kid-free, work-free and just plain old FREE to do what we wanted. As night fell, we headed back to our quaint little romantic B&B to test out the large hot tub surrounded by candles.
As we stripped our clothes off, turned out the lights, lit the candles and poured in the bubbles, I began to feel a little sick to my stomach. I tried to ignore it. This was our moment. Our romantic shining moment that had to be perfect.
As we climbed in, giggling as we bumped and slid into the tub, I was reminded why I loved this man, and how he was still the 13 yr old boy I'd fallen in love with, albeit grown up and hairier.
We held hands, locked eyes, and leaned in for a kiss... that was interrupted by my sudden urge to vomit.
It kind of killed the mood. And so that night, in our big four posted canopied bed, my husband slept like a baby
while I cradled the toilet and slept on the bathroom floor.
And the entire car ride home was spent clutching a bowl and moaning in agony.
It was not the trip we'd planned, but romance had been in the air, briefly, and we clung to that memory and laughed about it for years to come.
Even those intended-romantic-resulting-in-non-romanticmoments strengthen the love and bond of a marriage and life together.
Life experiences that make up our quilt of memories.
What are your more memorable romantic or non-romantic moments?