The clothes are unpacked.
The suitcases are once again stored on their respective shelves
The red dust has been removed from the van, the socks and most of the shoes.
My vacation ends today.
And believe it or not, I feel prepared to go back to work. (Actually. Don’t believe it.)
I was planning to bake tons of cupcakes today for all the employees. In fact, I was really looking forward to using the money given to me a few weeks ago to buy ingredients and supplies for them.
But I changed my mind. (And not because I forgot to cream the sugar with the butter, and therefore the batter really didn’t turn out right, and the cakes were kinda… ummm…… yucky).
Instead, now that all the cupcakes have been dumped in the trash, and the mess is all cleaned up, I’m thinking 70 bucks sounds pretty good to spend
just. on. me.
Shoulda listened to you guys in the first place.
Anyway, one of the things this vacation has taught me (and I have learned a lot from it), is that my family isn’t happy with their blog names. (Thanks, Abby)
I have to admit. I’m not very creative at differentiating my family members: child #1, #2, #3, #4, the boy, the girl, hubby…. I suppose I could just lay it all out there like Terri does, but I’m a little concerned about people at work finding my blog site. Not sure why, really. I doubt they’re searching….
BUT, I gave them each a chance to choose their name. They declined. So I named them.
I’d like to introduce you to:
My oldest son: Link – 19.75 years old. Full of potential, but still wandering and wondering. Overnight Walmart shelf-stocker. Creator and editor of abridged videos, becoming well-known online for his videos. Awaiting enough savings to allow a move to Florida. I hope he’s patient.
My second oldest son: Chip – 18 years old. Full time student at a local college. Pursuing career in medical industry. Possibly on the right track, but still prefers gaming and sleeping. Warm-hearted, yet easily aggravated, and rarely thinks he’s wrong.
My third oldest son: Amp – 15.75 years old. Possesses all the traits of the Absent-minded Professor. A genius in the areas of his interest (space, planets, weather, science, the human brain), but tends to be disorganized and therefore does not do as well as he should in school. Artistic, musical, a natural on the guitar and saxophone, and easy to get along with. Passing time until he can flee this ‘suffocating’ state.
My fourth child, and only daughter – Mario. Nicknamed this by her loving brothers, and carried on by her dear friends at school. (Known by me as “The Mess”) Just shy of 14 years old. Social butterfly. Professional texter. Straight A student. Striving for Valedictorian of her 8th grade class. (What?? One of my children is striving??) Well organized (except when it comes to her room) and very responsible. She’s quite confidant and is pursuing lots of interests: actor, lawyer, teacher, beautician, ….
My Hubby? A couple of ideas came to mind: Mac – because he’s a huge Apple fan, and Strato – because he rides a Yamaha Stratoliner next to my Honda Shadow. He’s also heavy into music (playing and listening), very artistic, creative and smart! So I just don’t know. I’m still thinking. Until then, he will remain Hubby.
A lot of thought went into these names. Too much, now that I think about it. But I wanted it to fit their personality and have meaning. In fact, the boys’ names in particular have multiple meanings.
Now, let’s see how well I remember to use their new names when I’m
telling on them sharing stories about them.