As I pulled into the house tonight after driving just under 1000 miles within the last 48 hours (including moving Steph into her dorm yesterday and some meetings out of town today) my mind drifted to the reality that I spend an awful lot of time in my car. Not the kind of time the Bishop does who travels just over 400 days in every calendar year (yes, that’s a joke……everyone knows that he travels a lot more than that) but I indeed drive a lot.
Girls go to college to get more knowledge, but boys go to Jupiter to get more HD channels on cable……
Oh yes, it is true. Boys are much smarter than girls. After all the girls willingly marry us. (The prosecution rests)
The wake…….and the family dinner just prior…..
I grew up in an area where they still held wakes. Wakes, for those of you who are not familiar, are at least in my experience, parties where people gathered to celebrate the life of the deceased. They were generally a lot of fun, something I was often sure the deceased would have enjoyed, and really a great tradition because it really focused upon the joyful experience of the deceased that all of us shared.
Dinner with part of a thinning herd……
Although we have had dinner lots of times at our house, tonight it seemed different. Some of the girls have already left for college, yet all are on their way somewhere. And tonight we had a few of the remaining ones over for Steph’s last home-cooked meal before she leaves.
Entering my walk to transition……..
Yep, it’s Sunday night…….just three more nights with us, and on Wednesday morning we will make our way to Missouri to drop her off.
Lessons from Kroger……..
Heading to the Kroger with Ben is often an adventure, but never a dull one for sure. We made stops at St. Patrick’s and the post office before arriving there, and yes, in our heavy-duty Ironman rain boots. (and yes once again, they were on the wrong feet)
Too cool for school……
Yeah, it’s too bad that’s not true, but no Tirman has ever found his or herself without the need of skool……okay, that was a joke, everyone noes it’s sckool. But honestly, I have to say I have a deep appreciation for the places I was a student and for many of the people who taught me.
It’s just because she cares…….
I suppose I should not get my feelings hurt. On my birthday Amanda did give me $5.00 in McDonald’s gift certificates and told me to enjoy myself. But tonight was one of her good buddies’ birthday and she disappeared to head to the Kroger and then upon her return created a masterpiece. She is such a strange contrast in terms of a woman. Clearly with such dedication and talent you would think she would have married better.
Godzilla vs. the Oreo Lizzard……
Yep, it was a big conflict. Three year olds know it all, but mispronounce just about everything. That’s why Viper is Diaper Dog, helicopters are hoppicoppers, and an Oreo Blizzard, though we get it from McDonald’s where they call it an Oreo McFlurry, is an Oreo Lizard.
Staking every claim……..
Being the father of a three year old is always a hoot. Whatever you want to do, they want to be doing it. Wherever you want to sit, they want to be sitting there. Wherever you think something just might be yours, they are there to stake there claim.