TGIF!!!!!!

So, after I stopped crying the other day, I called my Aunt Jan. She is my grandma's younger sister. She has become my lifeline. Not that she would ever even dream of replacing my grandmother, she has told me that now instead of calling Hastings, I call Salt Lake. So be it. Her advice:

STOP SAYING YES. I know this. I really do. But, somehow, I until now, I haven't been able to act on it. Yesterday this "friends" friend passed away. Don't get me wrong, this really is a tragedy. She was 31 years old, had brain cancer, and was supposed to have a commitment ceremony this weekend. Instead she is being buried. They were going to have a commitment ceremony because she didn't want her boyfriend to be left with all of her medical bills when she passed. It's VERY sad. But, when my "friend" called to tell me about it yesterday, although I was sad for her, I didn't offer anything other than if she needed someone to talk to she could call. Well, she ended up bringing out beer and munchies (I had supper going when she originally called) and some fun things for the kids. Here is my thinking: if I just keep my distance, she is going to keep paying for things like this and sooner or later, it will be paid off. Does that make sense? If it happens that this new behavior stops, that's fine, I will just keep on keeping my distance. I can't lie.... my give a $hit is busted.

On a higher note. My son. Oh Lord, my son. This may be the longest 13 years of my life. He has been in school for 2 weeks and has decided that the bathroom is the place to get rowdy. According to his teacher, the schools (in their infinite wisdom) decided to replace all of the old style liquid soap pumps with those new fancy shmancy foam ones. It didn't take long for all the boys (thankfully mine isn't the only one!) to figure out that they can clap their hands and the foam flies! Imagine the look on my face when my son comes walking out of the school one day to tell me that he got 2 think times because he was dancing and singing in the bathroom because it echos. Then, a few days later, tells me that he ALMOST got a think time because he was dancing in the bathroom and slipped and fell and another kid was knocked over in the process (said kid was also dancing). It is so hard to keep a straight face and tell him that this is wrong when I can just see him in there dancing and singing like the rock star he hopes to one day be!!!! I went from a quiet, studious daughter to a son that sings and dances in the bathroom. I hate to think what will happen once Jenna gets in there. She is the orneriest of them all!!!!!!!