Hello Stranger!

I'm not sure if anyone reads these random thoughts, and that's fine.  I just wanted a place to jot down some of the things that cross my mind.  Obviously, I'm not very good at keeping up with posting here.  Please don't think that nothing crosses my mind for months at a time.  I guess I'm usually too busy checking in on the blogs I follow, and it rarely occurs to me to write something myself.  However, and I know I have said this before, I am going to try to do better and post regularly.  Not that I have anything profound to offer, but it feels good to put a few thoughts out there in cyber space.

So a couple of things that have happened in my life recently . . . 1.  My girl just graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago; 2.  My boy is on the "dean's list" in the College of Ag at Texas A&M; 3. We started raising chickens.

So, I'll start with number 1.  My girl graduated on June 1.  I was sure that I would be bawling my eyes out that night, but I wasn't.  Don't get me wrong, it was emotional and I teared up a time or two, but there never were the full-fledged water works that I was expecting.  I guess that by the time we arrived at the moment, I was ready.  Do you hear me?  I was READY.  Senior year is not for the faint of heart parent.  Now, wait a minute.  Don't get the wrong idea here.  My girl is wonderful and smart and good in EVERY sense.  However, she was driving me crazy.  This girl was READY to graduate and move on.  She's been ready since about January.  Focus.  FOCUS!  Not high on the list.  Just ready to go to the next thing.  And the next thing is working two jobs this summer: as a waitress at an Italian food chain and as a floral assistant at a grocery store in our town.  Then, come August, going to the local Jr. college for a year and getting some basic courses finished with the goal of transferring to the big school, her beloved Texas A&M, in the fall of 2013.  If anybody is meant to be an Aggie, it's my girl.  She is maroon, through and through.  We are proud of this girl.  In every sense.  She ROCKS!

So that I keep my promise to post regularly, I'll save item number 2 for another post.  Even though I am about to burst at the seams to tell you about my boy's accomplishment.