only ten hours

According to my navigator app, it only takes about 10-11 hours to drive from Manteca to Tempe…weather permitting…probably no stops along the way except for gas. Driving to Tempe from Manteca it is about that…not counting the stops for gas, for coffee, potty breaks, meals, windshield wiper blade replacement…and sometimes traffic.

It also takes ten hours to travel from Manteca to Tempe when one is flying…today.

Driving from Manteca. We left after dropping Daniel off at school which means we were on the road just after 9 AM…after we got coffee.

Windy, rainy and green because it has been rainy…FINALLY!!!

To Mineta International Airport because Southwest had super awesome, cheap flights that fit this SunDevil’s school/work/social/family schedule. I now accept the fact that I am supposed to leave her there on the curb with her luggage. Security waving me to move along helped just a little. I still don’t like that I have to leave her there. Yes, I still blame my darling husband for making me drop her off to kindergarten years ago. I left her at 11 AM,

I got home just before 1 PM which gave me time to do something worthwhile, like a load of laundry, before picking Daniel up from school.

Meanwhile…

Jodie’s flight was delayed three times. Today she learned that when you are a poor college student between paychecks, airport cuisine at Mineta International is too expensive for you.

Finally boarding!

This is her If I smile real big you’ll offer me extra bags of complimentary honey-roasted peanuts because I haven’t eaten since breakfast face.

5:35 PM landed in Burbank. Apparently it wasn’t a direct flight. I could have sworn it was a direct flight. No, Mom. It’s not a direct flight.

Finally at 7:15 PM a text announcing: Landed in Phoenix!

See? Only 10 hours. Yes, I’m ignoring the fact that Arizona doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time. 9 hours…might as well be 10 hours.

We miss her already.

Can it be May?

I’m pretty certain this is all her father’s fault…still.

 

 

Pitiful Pearl and other traumas

Texting Hollie about the Christmas crazy I am gifting her girls with al to make their wishes come true…and perhaps drive their parents crazyI notice that my Pitiful Pearl is missing. I just might have to skip a post-run shower to tear apart The Big Top to find that poor, pitiful 50 year old doll.

Pitiful Who, you wonder?

True story: when I was a little girl, my mom took me to a fancy doll shop for my birthday telling me that I could have ANY doll there. I chose this doll. She used to have glasses. My mom asked me why would I want such an ugly doll. I answered back because she looks like me.

Yeah.

Ummmm. Mom, that makes me feel like she’s possessed. Like Annabelle.

She is not! But I can’t find her….anywhere!

Where was she? On the bookshelf? By the pool table?

Yes.

My guess is she’s in the garage next to a can of gasoline with a matchbook in her hand.

This is my darling, first-born child, in whom I am very much pleased…

You’re mean! She might be ugly but she is good. I’m the only one who’s ever loved her.

Mom, I haven’t been to your house in so long and yet I still feel like because she is missing I’m somehow responsible. I feel like I am re-living all of my childhood trauma.

Ridiculous!

Here is where I omit the part that I am quietly freaking out because I KNOW I must have moved the doll, probably putting her away somewhere safe from perhaps little grandchildren who want to play with a 50 year old doll who just can’t take that kind of play and yet, I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE OR WHEN which means, DEAR GOD, IS THIS HOW MY DOWNWARD SPIRAL INTO DEMENTIA BEGINS???!!! Oh and, OMG, THE CHILD MOCKING ME AND PITIFUL PEARL WILL BE THE ONE WHO TAKES CARE OF ME.THIS IS NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!

Found her!

Where?

In the closet under the stairs. Perhaps I put her there in order to avoid unwanted attention…from my former neighbors.

CREEEEPY! I bet she put herself there. She just wants you to BELIEVE that you put her there.
(Twilight Zone music plays)

You know, I could still get that Unicorn Furby

OMG! Stop!

 

a bad influence

First I let him read an excerpt of Furiously Happy.

Then this.

Because it was so much more fun being a part of this card game than playing video games or watching the Disney Channel in a hotel room with your family.

Perhaps we are horrible people but the laughter we shared together throughout the evening made it all so right.

Too right.

NaPhoPoMo

in a world like this just doing my job

Yesterday this:

Literally shared all over social media and even by local Phoenix television news. But what of the ASU and the ASU Police and the ASU LiveSafe app?

No news…at first. Soon though they took to Twitter assuring students, faculty, employees and visitors that while it was unsubstantiated they were investigating…and beefing up their presence. Stay safe they admonish too.

Home from working all night seeing all this on my social media feed as well in texts from my daughter there at ASU I’m thinking that there shall be no sleep…even if the Monday rains in Northern California promise a good day’s sleep for all Vampira Night Shift Nurses.

The hours pass with updates from Jodie with tales of a virtually empty campus

Empty except for the presence of campus police and other agencies everywhere. While denied publicly, Jodie confirmed reports that one building was basically locked down with occupants carefully evacuated and one person appearing to be taken into custody. Classes were never officially canceled, yet most were. At the end of the day, nothing much happened except for nerves rattled even more than they were during the overnight minor earthquakes that happened near Phoenix. Oh, and parents more stressed out than they really need to be literally everywhere. The threat did indeed prove to be nothing more than a hoax as announced today by the ASU Police and for that we are all thankful.

Still the fact that this is the reality for all of our children at literally every level of their education everywhere is absolutely, positively fucked up…absolutely, positively fucked up. Really.

But as for today, today is a new day. Today, hopefully, is a better day. Today is the day that my most favored Sun Devil Freshman is trying to select and schedule classes for the Spring semester which can prove to be a frustrating task when one is using ASU’s wi-fi it seems…if I am to believe my ASU twitter feed.

Lucky for Jodie, I am here.

Made. My. Day.

Just doing my job, baby girl…just doing my job.

Added bonus, I get to see your face. Thank you FaceTime.

NaPhoPoMo

literally not the best time to buy shoes

Here is where it confess that when it comes to my feet, I am the biggest, prissy Princess and the Pea kind of person ever. Perhaps it is because more than 25 years of spending 12 hours or more on my feet during busy shifts I have come to realize that I must be kind to my feet and they will return the favor. Because of that I would be the last person to wear new shoes to run a half marathon or to a wedding as a bridesmaid or to work without breaking them in just a little bit…or perhaps a lot.

I’m a big baby when it comes to my feet.

So it should come as no surprise when packing for a 5 day trip to Arizona which would promise lots of of walking…LOTS OF WALKING…all over the ASU campus and parts of Tempe, I packed shoes meant for walking…walking all over ASU everywhere for a few days.

I’m a sensible kind of woman…

…and a big baby when it comes to my feet.

Then came time to pack Daniel’s suitcase and as I am doing so he comes to me and says, “You know mom, my shoes have been too tight lately.” I refuse to feel guilty because he is a thirteen year old boy. He can absolutely put on his own shoes. Yes, I should be checking for fit since he is on human growth hormones. I should. But the thirteen year old boy can come to me and tell me his shoes are too tight and he did.

Mom win!

Hurray for new kicks for Fall Break. Hurray for new kicks for the thirteen year old boy that are NOT little kid sized! We like that. We like that a lot.

So off to Arizona and ASU we go.

This sight makes me happy for so many reasons.

After almost two days and literally ten miles of walking everywhere there are sore feet and blisters.

Perhaps not a mom win!

Definitely not a mom win.

Also it would seem that I am not the only Princess and the Pea kind of person when it comes to feet and shoes. Thank goodness he packed some flip flops.

Thirteen year old boy win!

And this, this is an all-around win.

He can work on breaking in those new kicks when we get home tomorrow because Fall Break goes on for the rest of the week with, hopefully, not as many miles to walk each day…he hopes.