Jake's Birthday Dinner

Last night we went to Bollweevil (hamburger joint) with our youngest six and Jake had seven friends there waiting for us. So, with eighteen people we had quite a long table. It was wonderful to talk to his friends. All age twenty-two to seventeen. Steve commented that we had been married longer than any of the children at our table had been alive. That was something to think about.

Jake laughed at me because I bought him a beach chair that has a strap so it can be worn as a backpack. He commented on how many chairs he already had. Oh well....I also bought him what all mothers probably buy their sons, underwear and socks. I bought him nine pair of underwear to be exact. I told him that if he didn't do laundry for  a week I knew he still had clean underwear.

I also bought him shirts. He decided that if he wore the Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt and the beach chair on his back with his new socks he'd be sporting quite the look. He always roughs me up but in the same breath gives me a hug and says he loves me. I was so excited to be able to sit next to him last night at dinner. Afterall, I did have surgery so the boy could come out. Didn't I deserve a seat of honor?

My new role-Mother-in-law-to-be

This past Saturday my oldest son, Jared proposed to his girlfriend, Miranda. She said, Yes! Yesterday I get a call from Miranda stating that I haven't met her mom yet and she wants to set up a lunch for us to meet and her best friend would also be there. The other purpose for this lunch is to come up with a guest list for the wedding. This is new territory for me. Steve and I had two witnesses at our wedding, his brother and his brother's girlfriend (later his wife). The idea of a fancy wedding intimidates me. Why? I am the BIGGEST Dork that EVER lived and if I can do something wrong, I will. I can't go out to dinner without losing the lemon I'm squeezing into my tea (it goes shooting across the room somewhere), spilling my water, dribbling on myself (I did this recently at a women's get together, I spilled some frappucino on my WHITE shirt, when I went to the sink to try and take the stain out, I didn't know the dishrag had COFFEE on it, so.......in reality what I did was take coffee and rub it all over the front of me. I had to go into the bathroom, take my shirt off, and put my red sweatshirt jacket on instead.) This is why the idea of a formal get together with mainly adults terrifies me. AND I'm sure if I happen to squeeze through unscathed one of my younger boys will do something to make me want to hide.

Why does it seem that we're leaning to one side. Funny, huh?