This is the time . . .

I had a sudden realization last night about something I hadn't thought about in years. 

Micah is learning to type correctly on the keyboard.  We were discussing it, and I thought about my typing classes, and my Mom always typing samples for me.  This is what she always typed . . . "This is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country."  I payed no attention to it then.  They were just words on a page, typed and spelled correctly, in a small amount of seconds.  No, they weren't.  In her high school typing class, during World War 2, her teacher had taught them to type the country's slogan.  It was the "catch phrase."  The "call to arms" of her generation.  Never mind all the sadness that she and her friends faced in those years.  She was still typing that "call" from the war years 40 years later.  Life imprints on us in strange ways.

I can still type it without even thinking about it.  "This is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country." 

Two weeks in a nut shell

Work and more work has put me behind on my blogging.  I've decided to do a quick peek into our past few weeks. 

Dakota started his Senior year!  Wow!

Lots of our evenings are occupied with HOMEWORK.  Carson got really ambitious with the white board.  Impressive! (with a Darth Vader voice)

When you have a whacky mom, like me, this is how you sometimes do your spelling homework. 

And of course, more towers.  A domino one this time, and a really cute face to go with it :)  Which is, by the way, the reason I posted this picture.

I found a box of my childhood books, and became all weepy and sentimental about them.  Each of them brings back such memories.

Remembering 9-11

On Sept. 11, 2001, I was getting Dakota ready for school.  He was in 2nd grade and it was his picture day at Grandview.  Carson was 17 months old and was sitting in his "saucer" bouncing in the living room, while I combed Dakota's hair.  We turned on the TV for a few minutes before time to go.  We saw the plane hitting the World Trade Center.  I thought it was a movie at first, until the broadcaster said, "We are live in New York City, there has been an attack." It seemed like a frozen moment for me.  I held Dakota's hand as we watched.  There were so many questions, and just the horror of it.  I remember my fear as I drove Dakota to school.  I wanted to calm his fears by keeping the day as normal as possible, but I didn't want him to be away from me.

I remember today, all the citizens and the rescuers who lost their lives that day.  The searching for survivors that went on for weeks.  Such a terrible time.  I pray for peace in our world. 

Mom's Birthday again

Today is my Mom's birthday.  I always know it's coming without looking at the calendar.  My emotions get the best of me, and the day is kind of difficult.  I dream of her often, and wish I could hear her voice.  There are a hundred things each day that I would like to share with her.  Most of all, her beautiful grandchildren.  The passing years have not weakened the depth of how I miss you, Mom.

Borgs

I was in in the public restroom - I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice in the other stall: "Hi, how are you?"
Me: embarrassed, "Doin' fine!"
Stall: "So what are you up to?"
Me: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just sitting here."
Stall: "Can I come over?"
Me: (attitude) "No, I'm a little busy right now!!"
Stall: "Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!

I stole this little story from a friends Facebook post.  I laughed outloud and re-posted it on Facebook.  It made me think about how we have taken multi-tasking to an obnoxious extreme.  Once upon a time, if someone was walking toward you in a public place, and if they smiled and offered a greeting, they were actually talking to you.  Not now!  Oh, no.  They are talking to that bug in their ear.  The Blue Tooth thing-a-ma-jigger.  I'm not a trekky, but let's face it, People.  We are looking more and more like Borgs.  We've been assimilated.

Back to school!

Carson and Micah started school on Wednesday.  Carson is in 6th grade and Micah is in 3rd grade. They had a great first day, and have enjoyed the days since then.  I hope they continue to have this attitude all year :)  I took some pics of them at home and then with some friends at school.

Quote for the day

"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift."

                                                                  ~Kung Fu Panda