Wow! What a great day! Rainy and cold but...
Sarah wanted to go to the mall with her friend, Megan. So I brought them. Of course, Steven wanted to go too and I decided to stay there and mooch around for a bit. Stan and David joined us after David's friend went home. At first, Sarah didn't like the idea of her whole family being there at the mall but I convinced her we weren't going to be tagging along with her and her friends. Which, of course, I totally planned to do. Steven and I managed to discreetly follow them at a distance, ducking behind clothes racks and large shoppers. They never knew we were there. As the minutes ticked by their little group began to grow, first there was one girl friend and then her boyfriend and his buddy. Then three more boys, then another girl. I began to get concerned that perhaps she had planned this all along. I approcahed the group outside the store and said "Hello everyone!" Sarah did not seem upset that I was there! She smiled and leaned on my shoulder and said "Hi Mom!"
A little while letter I approcahed them in a skateboarder/wierd clothing store holding up a tiny red and white bikini. "What do you think? Red or blue?" I asked holding it up to my chest. Sarah laughed "Oh Mom, I knew you were going to do that!" But she was kidding with me and wasn't mad and wow! That's great! Not embarrassed to see me in public! Progress!
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
A Funny Story from Mexico
I have the funniest story to tell but my husband did not at the time, nor does he now, find the incident even remotely amusing so be sure not to mention it to him if you sense that he might not be in the best of moods.
When we went to Mexico we stayed at a youth-type camp in Acuna. The accomodations were certainly adequate but dormitory style and Stan is not a fan of sleeping with dozens of other snoring men who might have the nerve to move around in the middle of the night and disturb his beauty sleep. So we brought our tent and air mattress and after much discussion about the outdoor lights, driveway traffic, foot traffic, proximity to the dumpster, etc. we set up camp in back of the dormitory under a lovely tree on nice level ground. The first night we slept like babies. The next day was the beginning of Monsoon Season apparently and the rain swept in and kept us huddled in the dining hall playing card games and trying not to go crazy. At one point during the day someone informed us that the wind had tipped our tent over. "Odd," I thought, since we had staked it down with no less than 6 stakes and the ground was like rock. So we waded over to the spot where the tent had been and, sure enough, it had been upended by the wind and was being held in place by only one remaining stake. The spot where the tent had been situated was under approximately 3 inches of water. I tipped it back onto it's base and opened the flap to start removing contents. I knew that it was going to be impossible to move with the air mattress, sleeping bags, lantern, air pump, etc. in there. The air mattress was still inflated and due to the wind and rain I decided to just drag it out of the tent, take it to the dining hall (to deflate at my leisure) and come back for the tent. I thought that Stan would follow suit by grabbing other loose items from inside the tent and follow me. So I started around the back of the dormitory toward the dining hall and a blast of wind caught ahold of the mattress and blew me across the field completely opposite where I had intended to go. I regained my balance and giggling madly at my quick and unexpected flight, began to trudge back toward the dormitory. As I rounded the corner of the building headed for the dining hall, still chuckling about my flight worthiness, another blast of wind caught my air mattress and once again I found myself sailing across the field. By now I was howling with laughter and hoping that Stan could see how hilarious this was. I struggled to the back of the dormitory again and this time tried to reposition my hold on the mattress hoping that this new angle would prevent me from being blown away because although I had thoroughly enjoyed my first two flights I was very wet and getting muddier by the minute as my landings in the field had been anything but graceful. I battled through the gale and gained the doorway to the dining hall where I burst through laughing and streaming wet. By now I was mildly curious as to what had become of my dear husband because I could not hear or see him anywhere and thought surely he had collapsed from laughing at the sight of me being dragged across a muddy field by an air mattress turned hang glider.
I went back to the door and much to my dismay my husband rounded the corner of the building, dragging the once again upside down tent, still full of equipment, tent poles jutting at wild angles, mud everywhere. He was not laughing. He was not even smiling. Apparently my antics in the field with the air mattress were completely lost on him as he struggled to control the fully erected and equipment-laden tent in the gale force wind and rain. He smashed his way through the door to the dining hall dragging the bedraggled tent and right in front of God and everyone declared his distaste for the weather and my sense of humor. The tent had apparently become snagged in the trees after one wild gust and Stan had unceremoniously ripped it clear so now we had holes and mud and broken poles and a general shambles inside the tent. I managed to stop laughing at that point.
Anyway, the sight of him dragging that mangled tent, all muddy and wet - very funny. I have an odd sense of humor I guess.
When we went to Mexico we stayed at a youth-type camp in Acuna. The accomodations were certainly adequate but dormitory style and Stan is not a fan of sleeping with dozens of other snoring men who might have the nerve to move around in the middle of the night and disturb his beauty sleep. So we brought our tent and air mattress and after much discussion about the outdoor lights, driveway traffic, foot traffic, proximity to the dumpster, etc. we set up camp in back of the dormitory under a lovely tree on nice level ground. The first night we slept like babies. The next day was the beginning of Monsoon Season apparently and the rain swept in and kept us huddled in the dining hall playing card games and trying not to go crazy. At one point during the day someone informed us that the wind had tipped our tent over. "Odd," I thought, since we had staked it down with no less than 6 stakes and the ground was like rock. So we waded over to the spot where the tent had been and, sure enough, it had been upended by the wind and was being held in place by only one remaining stake. The spot where the tent had been situated was under approximately 3 inches of water. I tipped it back onto it's base and opened the flap to start removing contents. I knew that it was going to be impossible to move with the air mattress, sleeping bags, lantern, air pump, etc. in there. The air mattress was still inflated and due to the wind and rain I decided to just drag it out of the tent, take it to the dining hall (to deflate at my leisure) and come back for the tent. I thought that Stan would follow suit by grabbing other loose items from inside the tent and follow me. So I started around the back of the dormitory toward the dining hall and a blast of wind caught ahold of the mattress and blew me across the field completely opposite where I had intended to go. I regained my balance and giggling madly at my quick and unexpected flight, began to trudge back toward the dormitory. As I rounded the corner of the building headed for the dining hall, still chuckling about my flight worthiness, another blast of wind caught my air mattress and once again I found myself sailing across the field. By now I was howling with laughter and hoping that Stan could see how hilarious this was. I struggled to the back of the dormitory again and this time tried to reposition my hold on the mattress hoping that this new angle would prevent me from being blown away because although I had thoroughly enjoyed my first two flights I was very wet and getting muddier by the minute as my landings in the field had been anything but graceful. I battled through the gale and gained the doorway to the dining hall where I burst through laughing and streaming wet. By now I was mildly curious as to what had become of my dear husband because I could not hear or see him anywhere and thought surely he had collapsed from laughing at the sight of me being dragged across a muddy field by an air mattress turned hang glider.
I went back to the door and much to my dismay my husband rounded the corner of the building, dragging the once again upside down tent, still full of equipment, tent poles jutting at wild angles, mud everywhere. He was not laughing. He was not even smiling. Apparently my antics in the field with the air mattress were completely lost on him as he struggled to control the fully erected and equipment-laden tent in the gale force wind and rain. He smashed his way through the door to the dining hall dragging the bedraggled tent and right in front of God and everyone declared his distaste for the weather and my sense of humor. The tent had apparently become snagged in the trees after one wild gust and Stan had unceremoniously ripped it clear so now we had holes and mud and broken poles and a general shambles inside the tent. I managed to stop laughing at that point.
Anyway, the sight of him dragging that mangled tent, all muddy and wet - very funny. I have an odd sense of humor I guess.
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