Trucking right along...

We're doing that thing. You know, where you move on along with life. Days slip by you and next thing you know? A week has passed and you didn't take care of a few things you might've needed to. I hate when that happens.

I have GOT to make myself take care of a few things that have fallen by the wayside this week. Like dental appointments for the oldest and myself. Vision tests for me and the oldest. The Boy got put in the wrong class at his new school and I got to go begging that he be changed if at all possible.

The Man is busting his statistics class wide open. He has proven that he has the self-discipline to do his work and turn in his assignments on time. So far so good on his grade. Lowest grade so far is a 94. Well, it was originally a 92, but Mr. Anal checked his work and emailed the professor about it. Mr. Professor emailed him back and said there was, indeed, an error in the book and adjusted his grade accordingly. Way to go, Man. Methinks he'll be keeping an even closer eye on returned grades from here on out.

Paige is learning Navy Brat life the hard way. Her very bestest in the whole wide world never to be replaced friend is leaving. M.B.'s dad has retired and entering the real world. And it's not here. Life is ripping these two from each other's lives and it's all just plain out sucking right now. They are already making plans to save money so they can buy plane tickets to visit. Thing is? Paige will really do it. That sister can plan a world take over if she puts her mind to it.

Instead of soccer for The Boy, we are contemplating some martial arts class. That means we are THINKING. Not committing. Because if he gets some skill in that brain of his? He might just whup up on his sisters all proper like. He's just got the energy of a nuclear power plant. I told my MIL last night that once it gets past 5:30 p.m., my nerves just go raw until he's in bed. Nothing is sweeter than putting him down for the night. You can sneak back in his room an hour later and he's sprawled out on his bed looking like he's dead. I could literally lick him then.

Mak had her first golf tournament yesterday. She and The Man left out at 11:00 a.m. for the afternoon. Lunch was served before they tee'd off. I am quite miffed that The Man didn't take pictures for me. Because I'm all about the first of anything in their lives. His reasoning is that they got started and was focused on the game, man. Whatever. There were two age groups. Each age group(8 couples) played 9 holes with a parent. Out of her age group, she placed 3rd. Yay, Mak!! She's so competitive about it all. She was huffy about how she and her team mate didn't do better. Their score was a 56. PLUS, she was the only girl competing. How cool is that? Because of that, when Mr. Golf Pro handed out caps and sleeves of balls to the kids....she got to go in the pro shop and pick out her own "hat". In the form of one very nice pink visor with built in sweatband (her words) and the golf course name embroidered on it. She was right proud of that visor. We're right proud of her. I'm glad she's found something she enjoys so much. Plus, I think the golf pro has a soft spot for her because he let her drive a golf cart.

That concludes my mini-update for all the nosy people out there in Internet Land. We're enjoying our summer, yet still looking forward to the new school year.

Life goes on. You get done what you can, when you can.