Home Again, Home Again...

....jiggitty-jog.  Went to market to buy a hog.

Well, that's what Daddy always said every time we ever turned into the driveway.

I'm home again from working!  My last day was Friday.  But so far about all I have done is to tend to a sick little Bug.  She has bronchitis.  :(  

Since Pete's back to building custom cabinets.  Wonder if I could get him to set me up with one of these?

                                           

I want to get back to writing in the vein of my description at the top of my journal.  Hopefully posting two to three times a week.  And to that end, let me share with you how Bubba proved he is my son yesterday.

He has auto shop every day of the week.  On Maroon days he leaves shop out the back door and goes to history class.  On white days he leaves the shop and goes straight to the cafeteria for lunch.

Yesterday, he was walking along talking to a fellow about systems as they were leaving the shop.  They walked into the cafeteria together.  Bubba looked for his buddies, but saw only one.  Asked if anyone had seen Jeff since that morning, but no one had.  So he got in line and got his food.  Set down and started to eat.  Noticed a particularly pretty girl at another table.  Got to thinking how he didn't remember seeing her in his lunch before.  Then the light bulb in his head went off and a hundred little things suddenly added up....this was his day to be in history!  He was supposed to be in class!  He went to the office and confessed his error.  While confession may be good for the soul, it still gets you two days of afterschool for truancy!

Yep, that's my boy!! I'm the lady that has cleared her desk off, grabbed her purse and headed for the company parking lot.  Only after seeing no other people there and all the other cars still present did I realize I had looked at my watch wrong and was an hour early.

I'm the lady that is driving along organizing all my errands in my head that I need to run while I'm in town, only to suddenly look around and realize I have driven all the way through our little town.

I'm the woman that has placed my hubbies clean, folded underwear lovingly in the freezer compartment of the Kenmore.

I'm the lady that walks into rooms to wonder "why did I get up and come in here?"

The list goes on and on.  That's why Pete's pet name for me is "Goofy".  That's why my kids call lapses in memory a "Mama moment." 

It runs in the family.  On Mama's side.

  Barbara