Welcome to December 1. Let the holiday stress and depression start. Last night, I compiled the list of gifts for my family. Hubby and I discussed what to get his Mom and our friends. Money-worry-lines formed on his face. Thankfully, the boy's flight home was paid for last month ( Read more... )

Congratulate me. Go on. I went two whole days without talking to my son either through text messaging, IM, or phone. Don't ask how panicked I was on Friday (day three) when I hadn't seen him online all day ( Read more... )

We have stayed in Portland too long. While back home in Florida, I collect people. Every day on US1, a woman with the biggest bo-legs I've ever seen walks to and from work. A homeless man in a down-feathered coat sleeps on the bus bench across from the convenient store near my house. The woman with the Tweety bird tattoo works the gas station ( Read more... )

Just In Case You Were Wondering 3:43 of Why Portland?

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In eight days time, my family and I will be touching down in the fair city of Portland, Oregon where we will proceed in setting my only son up in his apartment/dorm. I know the Light Rail runs from the airport to his school and our hotel. His apartment/dorm is a little less than a mile away from his school, both of which is in the Pearl District ( Read more... )

Received housing assignment from the college for the boy. Four boys in a two bedroom apartment with a kitchen and bathroom. Wow. I guess we'll be buying cooking supplies and as well as cleaning supplies. Four boys in an apartment - oh god. Will they clean anything?

Tell me he's going to have a wonderful life. Please.

You know what's made me stupidly happy? Ribbed tank tops, or wife-beaters, from Old Navy. I ordered three, black, white, and red, along with matching, frilly panties. On days where I match, wearing my jeans, I am content. It's silly, I know, but in forty years time, you'll find me in a nursing home wearing my ribbed tank top and jeans ( Read more... )

The flights are booked. Hubby and I have round trip tickets. The boy has one way.

Whatever happened to that young girl I was that threw away her innocence and ran head-long into change? She has tears now.

My son presents his senior project tomorrow. For his senior project, my son chose the task of writing a video game. He tried to run it on my husband's computer as a test and it failed. He panicked, but I suggested that there may be a way to export the program instead of saving it. However, my son found through the RPG VX program's help file ( Read more... )

Let's start with this thought: I haven't been to a convention in a while. About four or five years ago, I attended a number of conventions in my journalistic pursuits. It is always where I developed my fanaphobia. I wasn't sure how I would do at MegaCon. It's nice to say I came through with flying colors.

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