Life On The B Side

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Passing The Baton February 12, 2018

The first Olympics I remember having any interest in was held in Calgary Canada.  It was 1988 and I was 11 years old.  It was a winter Olympics and of all countries, my little Jamaica was competing in Bobsled.  It was big news and very exciting stuff.

Still on the bobsled high, I spent that same summer watching the Olympics in Seoul South Korea.  For the 2 weeks (or so), every evening, my Grandad and I would sit and watch elite athletes compete in track and field events, in swimming, in cycling, in gymnastics.  You know.

4 years later, in 1992 we would watch both those Olympics together also.  Him in his big brown chair.  Ashtray on the side table to his right.  Whiskey glass on the side table to his left.  I would sit in the little yellow chair.  Feet up on the ottoman.  Strawberry milk in my Wee Willy Winky cup.


*Quick Note* Did you know that the winter and summer Olympics used to be held in the same years?  Yup.  The last time that happened was in 1992.  2 years later, they would have another winter Olympics and from then on, they would have the games on separate four-year cycles; alternating even-numbered years.


By the time the winter Olympics made its way to Lillehammer Norway in 1994 I was living in the US and I was on my own to watch it.  I missed my Grandad and his commentary.  I missed us getting excited for Jamaicas races and I missed us arguing over who to cheer for in all the disciplines that Jamaica was NOT participating in.  He was a sucker for a pretty girl.  I was a sucker for an under- dog.

I tucked into myself and watched though.  It was one experience from “home” that I could still have.  That was the year of Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan.  When we spoke about it, Grandad and I agreed that while Nancy had been thrown a wicked curve ball, Oksana Baiul was amazing and deserved her win.


Fast forward to 2018.  The winter Olympics are happening right now.  There’s tension between North and South Korea.  Our VP is twitter fighting with an American figure skater.  Jamaica again has a bobsled team – Women this time.  Not only that but we also have a guy in skeleton.  There are young people winning gold medals who are plenty young enough to be my kids.

My boys have been watching with me.  Ace at 11, watched most of the opening ceremony.  I sent him to bed after USA made their entrance.  The next day we spent a lot of time watching Luge and biathlon and speed skating and snow boarding.  These are all new sports to them.  I gave tid bits of information about rules or customized equipment or scoring.  For their part, my boys are Team USA all the way – Except for bobsled.  Kind of.  They are still Team USA but they would be happy if Jamaica did well also.

Last night, Jay and I were snuggling on the couch.  Olympics were on.  Then he said “Mom, I love watching the Olympics with you.”  Oh sweetheart, I love watching with you too.


Who knows, maybe in the summer of 2048, I’ll be 71 and I’ll be watching the games with my son and my 11 year old Grandchild.  Maybe my son will be the one saying “Oh that’s the flag of Norway” or explaining why Greece always parades out first or passing on the knowledge that Australia wears green and yellow in honour of their national flower instead of the red, white and blue of their flag.  Who knows?  It may never happen; But it’s a nice thought.


MY Jamaica January 25, 2018

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From the first post, you know we went to Jamaica for 3 days.  It wasn’t a long time at all, and yet, it will yield 2 very different blog posts.

Here goes # 2.  This post is kind of like a love letter to Jamaica.  I’m not going to talk about the Jamaica that tourists get though.

(Beach photos taken from Google)


Although, the beautiful beaches are one part of my home, this love letter won’t hide the flaws that we have.


I already told you that we arrived exhausted.  We hadn’t showered in 40 hours or slept in 32 when we landed at the airport in Kingston.  Nonetheless, we took a pic at the airport so we could send it to our friends who were stuck in the cold.



On our way to the house I noticed a restaurant that was not there before.  It immediately caught our attention and we decided that we had to check it out before we left.  We did and it was pretty neat.



Now listen, Mexican food is not one of my favourites really, but … Ackee and plantain nachos?  Jerk chicken burritos?  Cool!  I’m in.  (Don’t let the $900 price tag for the burritos turn you off.  That’s about US$7.)

We washed them down with – what else?  Jamaica’s “cerveza” of course – Red Stripe.


Walking down the street we stopped to purchase some fruit.  I would never in a million years purchase food from any of these establishments in America but in Jamaica, it’s all good.  Plus, the customer service from the proprietor was good.




Take a look at these yellow pages billboards that tried to fat shame me, this guy selling shoes on the curb and the “Fun Fast Food” stand.




On Saturday, we stole away for an hour to get massages.  They are just as good as any you’d get in the States but for half the price.  Also, in a  first for me, the full body massage included getting my tummy rubbed.  Interesting.


(At the spa)


Considering that it was such a short trip, we squeezed a lot in.  I got to see some frineds from high school and tried a drink called a Henny Colada.  Let me tell you … It was GOOD.

In classic Jamaican fashion, there are lots things that could get you in a twist if you let it, but you just cannot.  Hot water in private homes is a luxury.  My Aunt has a water heater which is great but it needs to be turned on when you need it and then off to conserve electricity.  We had forgotten to turn it on before heading out one night so we took COLD showers.   Wooooo!    I am not ashamed to say that I did not wash my back or my hair that time.  I laughed about it, sent Shaunie in and wished her well.  I’m pretty sure she didn’t wash her back either.  While we were out, (and I was sipping on my Henny Colada), one of my friends ordered food.  The waitress brought it out to him and then informed him that he had made the wrong choice and should have gotten something else.  He asked her why she hadn’t said that BEFORE he ordered.  Turns out she was right and it wasn’t very good.  Oh well.  He’ll know for next time.

At yet another food spot, I was to get a cup of tea.  After waiting for a few minutes, I was told that the hot water machine wasn’t working.  After waiting for a while longer, I asked if I could get something else instead.  I was told that I would have to pay for it separately since tea is what came with my combo meal.  (huh?).  I didn’t let it bother me.  It’s island life.  I asked for my tea bag and a cup and took it to go.  I could make my own tea at the house.  Shaunie was incredulous.  Her comment was … “THAT could never happen in America. They’d get horrible Yelp reviews and they’d be out of business.”  LMAO!!!!!



My Aunt lives with her best friend.  They’ve been best friends forever.  That best friend has a friend who she’s known since she was 4 years old.  He and his daughter picked us up from the airport.  The daughter is also the person who stays with my Aunt if the friend needs to go out so she’s not home alone.  That’s just the way things go in MY Jamaica.  Friends are family and they help each other any way they can.  It’s super common for folks to have that kind of community and you cannot buy that for all the money in the world.

One day we had to go see my Aunts cardiologist – who by the way – is a past student of hers and not only doesn’t charge her for services, she also got the other doctors who treated my Aunt when she was admitted to the hospital not to charge her either.


Driving around in Kingston, you don’t see beaches or tourists in bikinis, but you do see lots of interesting things.  You see local guys trying to wash your windows at stop lights to earn a buck and you see beggars asking for money and/or food.

I tend to fan off the window washers, because they can be a bit annoying, but this time around I was feeling generous so we gave one a few dollars.  I also gave a beggar some food.

We didn’t take any pictures of them.

Life for many locals isn’t easy … But I love that no matter how hard life is, Jamaican people find joy.  They love music and dancing and on any night of the week, there is some party to attend.  I love that it’s generally understood that when it rains people don’t go to work.  I love that we are proud of our little country.  I love that they play the national anthem at the start of every movie in the cinema and I love that Jamaican people love a reason to dress up.  They tend to keep their places neat and tidy no matter what they are working with.  I love that strangers say good morning when they walk by you and that children address adults as “Miss This” or “Mister That”.  You may even be called Auntie or Grandma by a complete stranger.  It’s a sign of respect.  I love that friends just stop by without calling first and that they may come bearing the gift of some mangoes since it’s early in mango season and they are hard to come by right now or they may come looking to see if you have a sweet snack to offer them.  I love that Jamaica has awesome ice-cream; Although, as a general rule, menu’s are kind of useless because chances are good that at any given time, they won’t have all the listed items.  On this trip, I had to settle for grapenut since Devon House was out of rum and raisin.  No problem.


In Jamaica, there is a lot to be desired.  Crime and unemployment rates are too high and the education system doesn’t cater to the poor.  In some areas, there are more potholes than there is road, but people are willing to share the little they have, on January 21st they are still wishing you Happy New Year, there is always something to celebrate, men get very creative when dishing out compliments and you can always find a reason to smile.  Also, as my Aunts friend joked when we woke to the news on the 19th, “At least OUR government is not shut down.”

This is not the all-inclusive resort Jamaica but it’s the Jamaica that has my heart.


(In the garden and driving on the left while eating my ice-cream)


(More back yard garden and the mountains just outside the front gate)


How Was it? January 23, 2018

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We went to Jamaica for 3 days.  When I got back, everyone asked me the same question and it’s one I have a hard time answering.  How was it?  I can’t answer that with a few quick words.


It wasn’t an easy trip travel wise and it wasn’t a cheap trip, financially, and even emotionally it was complicated, but it was worth everything to make my Auntie happy.

The travel included a 4 hour drive then a one hour drive then a 7 hour wait in the freezing cold, then a 2 hour wait on the tarmac, then a 3 hour flight then a 2 hour flight then a 20 minute drive.  That was just to get there.  No, that’s not typical – it’s just the way this trip went.


On one hand, it was great because it’s always great to go back home.  The air smells and feels different.  There’s a different energy to the spirit of the place and I feel it the minute I step off the airplane.  The food is delicious and I love the sounds of animals and music that permanently fill the air and I love being surrounded by the language(?) I grew up hearing and speaking.

On the other hand, it wasn’t a vacation.  We went at this time specifically because my Auntie is having some health issues and we wanted to celebrate her 90th birthday with her.  Because she’s 90 and has health issues, every time I see her feels like it’s going to be the last time.  That makes me sad.

On the other hand again, she’s doing as well as you can expect.  She’s not bed ridden or anything and we had good conversation and she still makes jokes and she is at peace with how her life has been and whatever is to come.  She’s loved and appreciated and she knows it.  She’s being well taken care of, medically and personally.  I couldn’t want anything else for her.

Yet, it’s hard to see someone who has always been fiercely independent become less so.   Mostly it’s hard because I know that she doesn’t feel comfortable relying on others or needing to be taken care of.

For her birthday she got what she asked for.  It was a lovely evening.  We got Chinese food take out and her best friend made a chocolate cake; from scratch.  There was chocolate icing too, also from scratch.  We put the fancy table cloth on the table as well as fancy napkins.  She opened the presents we had brought for her and she read a letter that Ace had written to her.   She had a whiskey and we sat with our feet up, talking.

I was surprised that hearing her read the letter from Ace was what made me get emotional.  Something about my oldest living loved one reading a letter from my son just got to me.  As she nears the end of her life, his letter was so full of youthful energy.  He told her about the Play Mation that he got for Christmas and talked about how much he wished he was there with her since Virginia is cold.

How near is the end though?  It’s hard to say.  Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if she made it to 91.  To 92.

As happy as she was to have us there, she wanted no part of us sitting around “babysitting” her.  She wanted us to go out and have fun.  We didn’t make it to any beaches (because that would have meant being gone for hours) but we did do little outings around the city and we were able to go out at night with friends and cousins after Auntie went to sleep.  We got home at the same time that she was waking up in the morning – And this made her feel good.  It was just like old times.  It’s been a long running joke between the 2 of us that we could easily share a 1 bedroom apartment with 1 bed because we wouldn’t need to use it at the same time.


I don’t have a good way to end this.  I just love her so much and every time I leave it’s hard.

I don’t want to make this post feel sad though because she’s not sad and she doesn’t make anyone around her feel sad.  She just takes care of her dog and listens to her music and reads her books and enjoys her flowers and does her sudoku and drinks her coffee or beer or whiskey depending on the time of day.  Oh, apparently she also started drinking Smirnoff Ice after our visit last year because Shaunie had left one there and my Auntie discovered that she liked it.  She can’t lift heavy things and she doesn’t cook anymore and her doctor doesn’t think it’s safe for her to be left alone, even for a little bit, much to her annoyance, but she takes it very well when I tease her and she hasn’t lost her spunk or her interest in what’s happening with the family or in the news.  She’s the sweetest, kindest, most delicate person ever.  But she’s no sycophant or door mat.  She’s the sweetest, kindest, most delicate boss of a brilliant lady you could ever know.



How Did We Get Here? January 10, 2018

I started looking through old photos.  I was looking for the one that felt like the right one to post online today.


There are a lot of things I will always remember about raising my boys.  There are feelings I will never forget having.  Good and bad ones.

Looking through the old pictures, I was hit with an unexpected wave of emotion.  It’s been such a long time since I got misty about Jay and his maturation.


He’s ten years old today.  I can scarcely believe it.

According to Google, typical 10 year olds, have pretty well developed gross and fine motor skills.  They are also getting to the age where peer pressure may become an issue.  They tend to prefer friends of the same gender and they are getting better at handling their emotions.


By these accounts, I’d say Jay is a typically developing 10 year old.  There are no concerns about his motor skills.  He has oodles of self-esteem and a generally good sense of himself.  He notices and is aware of what other people are wearing and what games they are playing and he is interested in joining in and being part of the crew – but he is not afraid to do his own thing.  He’s not a “follower”.   He’s empathetic.  When he and his brother have been fighting, he tells the story in such a way that makes him look like the innocent one – *spoiler alert* – He’s not always the innocent one.  He’s mostly friends with other boys.  He likes video games.  He hates homework and chores, but he does them.


The old pictures though – They tell a different story.  They show a little boy who focused on things no-one else cared to notice.  A single blade of grass at the park.  A chip in the wall at the museum.  A butterfly outside the Church at my sisters wedding.  A broken piece of glass in the sand.

They show a little boy who experienced the world in a totally different way from other children.  In a bouncy house, he is sitting in a corner watching his beloved Thomas train bounce up and down as other kids jump.  In Jamaica, he is mesmerized by the ants on the sidewalk.  At the aquarium, he holds his hand up to the sun and plays with the shadows it makes.  At the camp site, while the other boys are racing, he is drawing circles in the dirt with a stick.  At the bowling alley, he is on the floor, staring at the swirls in the carpet pattern.


The pictures (and Shaunie) reminded me of the time we stopped at Walmart and he decided he wanted a bag of cheese.  He didn’t eat cheese then.  He doesn’t eat cheese now except on pizza.  But he wanted the bag of cheese.  He got it and it made him happy.

The pictures reminded me of a boy who would not wear short sleeved shirts or shorts no matter how hot it was and a boy who would rather roam around the produce section of a supermarket than the aisles of a toy store and who would be happier playing with a bag of carrots than a transformer.


He is not that little boy anymore.  I kind of miss it.  It’s a weird feeling – Me missing that Jay.

It was not an easy time.  But it was a time filled with a total and complete love.  I was consumed by him.  I thought about him and worried about him every minute of every day.  Now, of course, I still think about him a lot, but it’s different.  He’s growing up and he doesn’t need me in the same way anymore.  In a way, I feel almost like I have lost something.  But I have my pictures (and this blog) to hold onto – and even as I have lost 1 thing, I have gained something more precious in it’s place.  I now have a son who is happy and content infinitely more often than he is sad or frustrated or angry.


He asked to have a birthday party this year.  He’s never asked for one before.  I had to do it.

This Saturday we will host a sip n’ paint party for 13 kids.  7 of them are kids from his school who I have never met.  They’re his friends.  He made a list of invitees (5 boys and 2 girls) and we made invitations which he handed out.

He’s very excited about the party and I hope all goes well with it.  There will be no singing of the birthday song.  But there will be presents and cake and art and goody bags buckets.


When I stop to think about it, I truly do not know how we got here.  Everything we did and everything he learned seemed so pain-staking; yet, it has all happened so quickly.  But here we are.  Here with a 10 year old who is ready to tackle all that being a pre-teen has to throw at him.  Here with a 10 year old who has an amazing support team.  A 10 year old who makes me laugh constantly and who gets on his brothers nerves and who wears bow ties to school and who tells it like it is and who has secret goodnight handshakes with Shaunie and who now needs to get his passport renewed for the 2nd time.

I am so thankful to him for taking me on this parenting journey.  It’s not a journey I could have ever imagined and a few years ago, it’s one I would have said I didn’t want to be on.  It has, however, been the single most transformative thing to ever happen to me and I wouldn’t change it, or him, for all the beef patties or Chick-Fil-A in the world.


Happy Birthday Jay.  You are loved – Beyond!


My Favorite Parts December 27, 2017

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I’ve been trying to think about what my favourite part of the Christmas holiday was.  It’s difficult to pinpoint just one.  We had a really great long weekend.  This is a good problem to have and I feel incredibly blessed.



My first favorite moment was hanging out with the boys at the mall on Saturday.  It wasn’t too crazy there and we were not in any rush.  We strolled around holding hands and looked at things and ate food court junk and laughed as we ran through the rain to get back to our car.


There were a few favorite moments on Sunday, the 24th.  After the kids had gone to bed on Saturday, Shaunie and I put out the rest of their Christmas gifts.  Poor Ace had been sweating about his lack of gifts.  He was so excited when they all appeared on Christmas eve.  Shaunies Grandma, who does NOT celebrate Christmas, called to ask if our chimney was clear and ready for Santa.  I love her.  We let the kids open their Christmas cards and they were happy to get some Christmas checks.  We went to church and baked cookies and play wrestled and watched some holiday TV and played a board game and took silly pictures with filters and I even got to take a relaxation bath.   Couldn’t have asked for a better day really.


Christmas day did not disappoint.  In fact, the word the kids used to describe it was “spectacular”.  That made me smile ear to ear.  It had all the stuff.  The calls and messages from people near and far.  The gift opening and the time to play with the new stuff.  The no stress visit to family and food and drinks (including *sorrel).  The seeing of people you don’t see often but enjoy spending time with and loving how beautiful it is that you’re having Christmas dinner with Christians and Jews and Muslims.  I think my for real favorite moment of the day though was when I got to tell my Auntie that I’d be seeing her soon.  Shaunie booked me a trip to Jamaica so I could spend my Aunts 90th birthday with her.  The change in her voice when she heard the news made my heart swell.

The card from my boys deserves a mention too.  In it Jay wrote:

I love you because you always smells good“.

It also contained a gift-card to Wawa with a note from Ace that my next cup of coffee was on him.  🙂


After all of that, the weekend ended in the best way.  A relaxing day at home; where Shaunie and I watched 3 non-kid movies and the boys played with all their toys and even discovered some things they hadn’t previously noticed really such as Jays shoes with pizza’s all over them.  When you’re 9 or 11, shoes don’t get much attention at the height of the gift opening process.  Roblox toys and video games do.


As I was tucking him in last night, Jay wanted to know what the plan for his birthday was.  (Jan 10th).  Sheesh!  There’s no rest for the weary mama.


I hope you all had a really great holiday – whatever that means to you.




*Sorrel is a drink made from the flower of the sorrel plant and is a traditional Jamaican Christmas time drink because that’s the time of year that the flowers blossom.  It’s delicious – if you like sweet, tart, gingery and mixed with rum 🙂

How to make Jamaican Sorrel Wine – JA$2500 for 5 1 Liter Bottles of Sorrel Wine goes well with Chocolate Christmas Cake1


One Pot Post December 14, 2017

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I’ve let myself fall behind again and now there are too many things to talk about.  I fell behind though because I was struggling to write.  Nothing felt right.  I didn’t feel like pouring my heart out and talking about how I had a great weekend but then turning around and saying that I spoke to my Aunt on Sunday evening and even though I love talking to her sometimes it makes me sad.  I didn’t want to talk about the happy without acknowledging the sad and vice versa.  But it also felt odd putting them all in one post.


Here’s the thing – I love my Aunt beyond measure.  Always have.  She’s always been physically small and delicate.  She’s sweet and caring and soft spoken.  But man she is fiercely independent and brilliant and adventurous and steadfast and reliable and hard working.  I have respected her my entire life and tried to be like her.  As much as I loved my Grandma and my Grandad, it was my Aunt that I wanted to emulate.  Just by being who she is, she earned the respect of thousands of students and countless teachers and girl guiders and Church group members and pretty much anyone who ever met her.

I have so many great memories of her and still can feel the excitement in my body when I remember eagerly waiting to see her car pulling into our driveway when I was a kid.


She’ll be 90 years old next month.  Her heart is not doing well.  She’s been in and out of the hospital a couple of times in the last couple of months.  It’s no longer safe for her to be left alone so arrangements have been made so she always has company.

Her faith in God is strong and she is very connected with her Church but has been unable to go.  This bothers her.  Her church will have an intimate, watered down Christmas service for “shut ins” that she will attend next week.

That she is being well taken care of and has access to these things is great – That she needs it, makes me sad.


OK, so I spent more time on that topic than I thought I would.  That’s how writing goes I suppose.  Words come spilling out.  Like vomit.  And then you feel better.

I don’t want to make it seem as if it’s all gloom over here though.  You see that same Aunt sent a cake all the way from Jamaica and Ace was super excited to get it because he loves it.  (She sends one every year).  Jay decided he’d try it and when he tasted it, he said “This is making my tongue happy.”  I relayed that information to her and she thought it was awesome.

Jay had a great time at his friends birthday party and now wants to have a party of his own.  We’ll see about that.  His birthday is in less than a month.

Ace got braces put on his teeth.  Braces on their own are not cheap.  (Thousands of dollars).  Add in several more hundreds of dollars because he needs to have some extractions.  I am concerned about how he’ll handle the pain at the same time as I am stressing out over how we’ll pay for it all.  He was excited but nervous about the braces.  Understandable.  It went pretty well even though he was sore the whole next day.  He chose red and green rubber bands in honour of Christmas.  Extractions happen next week.  Send us good vibes.


There are other things too, of course.

Passive aggressive racist things I’ve heard lately from “good people” that made me think of passive aggressive racist things I’ve heard my whole life from people who let down their guard and got comfortable and made comments in my presence;  Probably assuming I wasn’t paying attention or maybe just flat out not caring that I was the lone black person in a room otherwise full of white people.   *sigh*


There was our holiday card photo shoot.  It went swell.  We dressed the kids in matching red sweaters and took pictures of them in front of our tree.  We got some funny pictures and some perfectly posed ones.  I’m so grateful that we can even do things like this at all.  Picture taking was once a cause of much stress in my life.  For some reason I really let it bother me that the kids wouldn’t pose for cute pictures when they were little.

Now, I just need to make it to a place to print them off and drop them in the mail.  We’ll see if it happens.  If not, I’ll just post the pics online.  I am the same person who still has the gift I bought for my sisters first mothers day sitting in my living room.  I meant to mail it to her back in May but that never happened.  I’ve also seen her twice since then and both times forgot to bring it with me.  I’ll keep you posted on when she actually receives it.  Gonna include it in the box I’m sending for my niece.  Really making an effort to get it to them in time for Christmas.


So there you have it.  I just threw everything in the pot; like a paella or a jambalaya.  Hopefully things are going smoothly for you and yours.  I love you all for reading.  Truly.  Enjoy what you can about this life we’re living and especially at this time of the year when it’s so tempting to do, don’t put unnecessary pressure on yourselves to make things perfect or to impress other people.


Don’t Tell Ace I Said This December 5, 2017

Psst, come a little closer.  I have something to tell you; but I don’t want the kid to hear.


He missed his bus for school which meant he missed an entire day of school – And even though I wasn’t happy about it, it kind of worked out nicely.


Normally, his missing the bus would have unleashed The Kraken on him.  But here’s the thing – At the end of the day, he really is a great kid and I know it wasn’t done on purpose.  It was the first time it’s happened and he had been up late the night before suffering with stomach issues.


Under normal circumstances, if something like that had happened, while it wouldn’t be at all convenient, Shaunie possibly could have gone back home from work to take him to school.  This week though, she’s in a different office – much further way – doing a training.  I definitely was not going back home to take him.  Under the best of circumstances I work too far away.


I’m a Mom though so, I got some stuff done and then left work early so that I could put him out of his misery.  Both from being home alone all day and from worrying about what punishment he was going to get.


When I got home, I asked how his day had been.  His response was hilarious … “I don’t know how to answer that.  I feel like I shouldn’t say it was good.”

He had done both his Monday and Tuesday chore, had read a book, had brought the trash can to the back of the house, had vacuumed and had folded his brothers laundry.

The kid was pulling out all the stops.


I had finished making dinner and cleaning up the kitchen before Shaunie and Jay came in.  In fact, I was sitting on the couch simultaneously talking with Ace and scrolling Facebook when Jay bounced up the stairs.  That’s UNHEARD OF.  We all got to sit at the real dining table and have dinner together.  Not our usual of “kids sit on bar stools by the island” while adults run around and then adults eat later while kids are doing final bed time prep.  We talked about how Jays day had been and laughed at corny jokes and discussed the upcoming weekend and congratulated Shaunie on doing well on her test.


By 7 pm, we were in the living room hanging out.  Jay, Ace and Shaunie had a wrestling competition.  Not me.  I don’t wrestle.  I’m the bell.  *ding*

Spoiler Alert: In the finals, Ace beat Jay and then Shaunie beat Ace.


The wrestling lasted for quite a while and then it was time to get everyone ready for bed.  By 8:10, the boys were knocked out and Shaunie and I settled down to eat an apple pie thing that we found and love but aren’t willing to share with the kids because it’s not cheap.  🙂


So, yeah, the kid fell back asleep after initially waking up and missed his bus and that’s not ok, so he did get a lecture about it because that’s what responsible parents do – but – we’ve all been there; life happens; and in the end, it allowed us to have a nice evening together.




Courtesy of Jay

What does an ill tempered cow do?




Cause udder destruction.