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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Zinfandel Musings on a Sunday Night


I did a Google search for "debatably regular moms". Guess what? Dang right, I'm #1 yo! Oh wait, that's probably not something to brag about...
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Porky's is non-smoking on Wednesdays. I wonder if Bruce will start promoting it as "Smokeless Pork Wednesday"
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Me: Whatcha doing Sommer?
Sommy: Nossing.
Me: Did I tell you how much I love you today?
Sommy: I ludge you too mommy.
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Just finished A Thousand Splendid Suns. I loved it so much I bawled at the end. I think I'll read Kite Runner although I almost never read the same author twice. There's always a first.
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Tony Jr. is going to be 15 this week. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on him. I waited for what seemed forever to hold him in my arms, and when he finally arrived I felt like I had to. Like all the misgivings and misfortune in my life were somehow erased. I had a son. Among my children, he and I have the most in common, although he doesn't look a thing like me. It still catches me off guard how much he's grown. Could I have really raised this young man? What did I do to deserve these precious years as his mother? Lord, I am so humbled that you've entrusted me with his life for even a short while. So humbled and so grateful.

3 comments:

Jeff said...

Tell Tony if he causes any trouble at SSHS, I'm going to put this link in the school bulletin.

Seriously, it is good to see such a conscientious mom, teacher, principal, though I do agree you do need help in the partying department.

BoReGo said...

Yeah, you know how those trombone players are, such a rowdy crowd.

bigsoxfan said...

Wow Boni, thanks for the trip in the time machine. Here I am, fat and happy, watching the lad crawl successfully. Suddenly, I’m watching him grow up. The love of a child has to be the greatest gift, anyone could receive. Even when they aren’t around, you’ll have that. I never that I would be thankful for tearing my Achilles Tendon, but that simple injury has given me precious months, with the lad. Fifteen years from now, I’ll remember his look of love and trust as he rested in my arms, and be thankful for the greatest gift of all.
We're finding everything we need here, thanks. Bruce B's friend zzsbomb is sending spam from Canada in exhange for some canned mutton. Google mutton recipes and you'll find him close to #1. My cup runneth over.