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That Face
The bald kid sent us a funny story the other day. Well, not funny “ha-ha” but funny odd, or funny dreadful–if you’re the mom in the story.
He told us that on one of his long train trips back and forth and up and down in this far away land, they stopped at a regular station and had to show their passports to the border patrol–as usual. Well, apparently my boy’s “Russian face” (whaat?!), Russian diction and American passport caused quite a hassle with the officials. They interrogated him forever because he seemed very suspicious somehow.
My boy. Suspicious. I must tell you here that this fellow is the very LEAST suspicious person on the face of the planet. I know, I’m his mom, but still…
ANYway, they brought the big dogs on the train to sniff through his whole travel compartment but of course, they found nothing. Once the dogs were finished the men tore through his personal luggage and made him explain every single article in it. He said the shake down and questions held up the whole train for about an hour and a half. All because of that…face. Who knew that my baby boy had a Russian face? Where’d he get that?
I don’t know about you, but this whole thing would have scared the wits out of me. But this guy? Oh, no. His response to the whole thing?
“It was great to have all the language practice. The whole process was sweet and I really enjoyed it!”
Who IS this guy.
Sheesh.
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Things To Love
right this minute… 
Sorting through my 50,000 stacks of scrumptious recipes in anticipation of having a big fellow to cook for again…soon…hee, hee!
Trading out the futon bunk bed with the lumpy mattress, for a brand new, real live, grown-up, pillow-top, queen-sized, normal person bed…
with the perfect blanket on top. :} 
Having my very own teeny-tiny guardian angel fairy watching over me while I sleep…thanks, Emily!
Putting all the giant Nike high-tops back on the closet shelf in case a certain someone wants to wear them again…sometime.
Rice crackers that remind me of my grade school in Los Angeles because a lot of the kids had them in sandwich bags and nibbled on them at recess. See the green spots on some of them? It’s seaweed…and those were the ones I tried not to get when I was offered a handful. And see that little half moon one just to the left of the middle? Yeaaah…that’s wasabi. It’ll blow the back of your head off and you may or may not cry for 10 minutes if you accidentally put it in your mouth during reading time.
The rest of them are great. :}
Getting a new, no kidding around space heater for the basement that Beany can’t force into shut-down mode by laying on it. So ha.
Washing and hanging up lots of colored shirts and jeans because I’m thinking they might be a welcome sight very soon for….
well…you know.
What about you? What are you loving–right this very minute?
{ Changes }
“The world would take people out of the slums. Christ takes the slums out of people, and then they take themselves out of the slums. The world would mold men by changing their environment. Christ changes men, who then change their environment.
The world would shape human behavior, but Christ can change human nature.”~Ezra Taft Benson
Counting the Days~
Do you see this adorable boy holding this ominous eagle? DO you?! Well, guess what? This cute thing is coming home pretty darn soon. The boy, that is…not the eagle. Which makes me very happy indeed. Because he has–in fact–been gone an incredibly long time.
And if you happen to see me walking down the street, let me just tell you a couple of things that you DO NOT get to say to me.
# 1– “Has it been two years ALREADY? It feels like a couple of months.” No, it has actually been more like 200 years.
#2– “Well THAT went by fast, didn’t it?” Blasphemy. No, it did not.
#3– “It can’t POSSIBLY be time for him to come home yet!” OHHH, YES it can!
So, you’ve been warned.
In fact, we are in the process of scrubbing the two years worth of dust off of some very important relics that will be very happy to have him back too.
I mean, besides his mother, of course.
Oh, hurry up calendar and give me my boy!
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