When am I going to die?

Okay I have not blogged in forever, but this I need to remember.

As many of you know Davis asks me all the time when he is going to die. Sometimes he will actually go a whole month without asking, but for the most part it is a weekly question that I answer with "not for a long long time".
So here is our conversation in the car this morning.

D Mom, when is the world going to go away?
M It's not
D No I mean when will the world be goooone.
M It won't ever be gone
D (clearly getting frustrated at this point)No when is everything going to die.
M Everything is never going to die, it will always be here. (okay so I am not feeling very philosophical today)
D Even our house?
M yes, our house will always be here
D When I die will everything be here?
M Yes when we die, a long long time from now, everything will still be here.
D Am I going to come back to life after I die?
M Ummm, maybe.

What is with this kid? Stop asking me these in depth questions. You really need to hear all the sighs and his tone of voice to fully understand that he thinks I am ignorant. My short answers were very frustrating to him. And this was not a short conversation. I condensed it because honestly I can't remember all of it. It is like he really really wants to know. Geez, we need to go to church...or not!

Half Mast

So, Derek got a fish at the church carnival/celebration/new building something or other. I worked the boothe with the goldfish you could catch. It's true, for some reason I am bitter about organized religion, but shine a light on me I worked their celebration thinging. I am still trying not to be bitter about the stupid sign they gave our boothe when everyone else had a cool printed one, or the fact that I asked THREE people where to set up before I finally picked a spopt and set up only to be made a fool by the event coordinator. Did I mention that I am not bitter or at least trying not to be.
Okay so the fish we bought were the el cheapp feeder fish, but come on our little group does not have tons of money to spend on carnival prizes. (we were the biggest hit of the carnival, not that I am one to brag). Derek caught his fish and we added it to our other gold fish we have had since last March. He died a couple days later. Derek cried. I sent him to Clint for a lesson on life and how you have a soul and a body. Yes people, this is over a fish.
Fast forward to the weekend. We met my mom at McDonalds and the flag was flying at half mast. I am not sure for who, but it was. Here is my conversation with Derek:
D: Mom why is the flag only half way up
Me: (sorry but not in the mood for an exlpanation) I don't know
D: Daddy told me it is because someone dies
Me: Oh yep that is right, that is how we honor people that have died in service
D: Maybe it is for my fish
Me: (silence)
D: Nah I bet they don't fly a flag half way up for a fish
Me: (silence)
D: I bet they only do that for people
Mel I bet you are right

To all the girls I loved before...

Okay to all who commented on my last blog... and I don't want to call anyone out...KELLI, HEATHER, ANNE...Let me start by saying that SELLING computers is totally different from FIXING computers. With the exception of Tymon who I spent a night on the phone with and finally decided that with him being FOUR HOURS down I-35 could not really help me.
I will attempt to pick up where I left off as difficult as that may be.

my computer sucks

Dear Blog,

I will be back soon. However my computer sucks and I am lucky to get this typed without some kind of stupid computer error. I am not bitter, no. I have many blogs in my head. I will try to remember them all for later.

Sincerely,
hooigans are us

The 4th day of school

So, I get a call that Davis is refusing to eat his lunch and crying. I tell them that is his lunch take it or leave it and they agree. Keep in mind this is a lunch he eats all the time. Hot dog, applesauce, goldfish and a drinkable yogurt.

Then I get a call saying he is in the office crying that he is sick and wants his mommy. Now the preschool director is trying to be very cautious that this is not just new school jitters. She asked Davis if he likes school when he feels well and he said yes. They also had sent 3 kids home with high fevers so something is going around. I tell them I will come pick him up since it is nap time anyway and he is usually happy go lucky.

So here is what he has to say when I pick him up and we are walking out.
D (with a coy little smile on his face) I am so glad you are here mama
Me Do you feel sick?
D not any more
Me Do you feel yucky?
D Not any more
Me Then why were you crying for me?
D I just love you mama, I'm so glad you are here.

When we get home he can hardly contain his excitment of being home. He's playing and running around. It took him an hour to settle in and take a nap. Not sick, not sick at all.

That little terd.
I need to buy a copy of the boy who cried wolf.

Pops is the big 70

I can't believe Vern is 70!

The kids and I went up on Saturday. I made him a cake, which I am quite proud of, and we brought a bunch of balloons.

First day of school

Yippee,
Davis and Derek are back in School.
Davis had a good, but more imprtantly dry first day of school.





Whatever you do, Davis, don't look at the camera!