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A Fun, Frustrating Time

Tanner, Chase, and Josh know where to look, not my sons.

Tanner, Chase, and Josh know where to look, not my sons.

What a nice weekend we enjoyed! First, both boys came home from UTSA and SHSU. While we waited for my younger son to arrive Friday afternoon and join his brother, we entertained my older son’s good friend Josh and my “third son,” Chase, who both attend college in Houston. Or should I say that they entertained me. It was good to get their take on life (and Runescape) and talk about what their post-graduate plans are (hard to believe that they’ll be done with college in May).

The boys met their pal Tanner Friday night at Buffalo Wild Wings to eat, chat, and play trivia (the Mister and I helped our disc golf friend Eric’s team and sat nearby). Saturday night (yep, cheap Mom relented so the boys could sleep in) we watched “Thor: The Dark World” movie and really enjoyed it (Loki is such a witty bad guy).

So stubborn!

So stubborn!

Then I spent the next couple days trying to get my younger son to cooperate and let me snap a pic or two of him.

“Stop it, Mom!”

“Stop it, Mom!”

Naturally, he refused to play nice. When I told him that one day his children will enjoy seeing photos of him, he replied, “You’ve taken enough pictures.”

Really, son? Enough?!? That word is not in the vocabulary of the momarazzo!

The two brothers

The two brothers (yes, Jake got his hair cut)

At least he put up with the usual pose-with-your-brother-before-you-leave harassment. Guess I’m thankful he threw me one little cooperation crumb.

Wonder what the photographic Thanksgiving break will be like . . . or do I.

One Home . . .

My older son is back in his usual spot in the dining room.

My older son is back in his usual spot in the dining room.

. . . and one to go! I can’t wait until our family of four is reunited!!

Sidebar: Jake looks like he’s up to something, because he didn’t have his fake tooth (flipper) in (he gets the permanent one probably in March). He looks like a goober when he smiles without it!

The Wizard of Ahhhhs!

Nature’s stunning show during my walk this morning

Nature’s stunning show during my walk this morning back in my Houston surroundings

There’s no place like home. No tapping of the Nikes needed!

Battery Recharge

Back to his usual position on the supersofa.

Back to his usual position on the supersofa.

Look who brightened up our weekend!

When we Skyped with our younger son last Thursday night, we talked about him catching a ride with RJ’s dad, who was picking up his roommate the next day to bring home for a visit. The kid decided that he wanted to reconnect and recharge. It was great to get a hug in person!

Netflix streaming has led to addictions.

Netflix streaming has led to addictions.

The first thing he did was plop on the couch and queue up the final season of “Scrubs” on Netflix. The kid loves watching that show, and on more than one occasion, I’ve been caught up in his marathon viewing sessions. This was no exception.

Zzzzzzzz!

Zzzzzzzz!

Of course, he is a college student. Mainly, a tired one. After a couple episodes, he succumbed to the allure of soft pillows and snoozed for a few hours.

A crowded card: Hiral, Chris, Adam, Eric, the kid, Steve, the Mister, and Marcus

A crowded card: Hiral (hi!), Chris, Adam, Eric, the kid, Steve, the Mister, and Marcus

With the next day being Saturday, only one activity could fit the bill: Disc golf, of course.

The Mister putts.

The Mister putts.

The Mister and the kid joined bestie Eric and five others for a round of 18 at the nearby River Pointe Church’s course.

Easy-peasy!

Easy-peasy!

Even though he hadn’t played much since we moved him in at SHSU, my son managed to win by a stroke.

Talking strategy

Talking strategy

It was fun watching the collegian interact with his older buddies again. And it always tugs at my heartstrings to watch him and his devoted dad together. Those two are closerthanthis!

After that, he played a round at Tom Bass with his other disc golf bestie, Glen (the highlight was that the Mister and I got to visit with the ever-lovely Kelly and a snoozing baby Jonas; little Glen was napping in his room).

Until we meet again, this smile will have to do.

Until we meet again, this smile will have to last for awhile.

Before we knew it, we were taking RJ and our son back to Huntsville on Sunday afternoon (after watching a thrilling Houston Texans victory). The kid got a chance to relax, knock the rust off his disc golf game, and even do his homework and prepare for the week (yes, I actually witnessed him studying!).

And the Mister and I got to spend time with our beloved baby boy once again. Totally win-win!

My World This Week

My older son takes a break from reading “Catching Fire” on my Kindle to smile at me.

All is right in my world.

Back to the e-book!

My older son is home this week from UTSA for spring break.

Even my younger son is cooperating! A red-letter day!

Little brother is happy that his big bro is home, too!

Up On the Roof

Looking out my front door

Looking out my front door on day one

Thanks to last fall’s Hurricane Ike, we had more than a few shingles that found new homes in yards miles from ours. But we didn’t have any leaks, so it was an easy problem to ignore on our now 13-year-old roof.

But then DMS Roofing came around and said a new roof could be had for the mere price of our deductible, with the balance paid by our insurance company. And it just so happened that our deductible, which went up a couple weeks after Ike hit, was fairly low. So we checked into it, and now we have a new roof!

Roofing materials

Roofing materials

The roofing guys were supposed to start working their magic last Thursday. So imagine my surprise when I heard the distinctive “beep-beep-beep” of a forklift backing up . . . in my driveway . . . the day before. I looked outside the kitchen window and saw a stack of roofing materials on pallets blocking the side of the garage where the Mister parks his car.

I went out to talk to the delivery guy and told him to continue putting stuff on that side, so my car, which was in the garage, wouldn’t be blocked. I was rather surprised that the guy didn’t come to the door to at least let me know he was going to stop our access into and out of part of our garage.

Sidebar: The Mister already couldn’t park on his side of the garage, because that’s where we had put the garage sale tables and stuff that hadn’t sold. So it was no biggie.

Out with the old shingles

Out with the old shingles

The next day the work began. Old roofing materials littered the yard, as the guys worked quickly to get rid of the old and bring in the new.

Working near my front door

Working near my front door

Confession time: I’ve never lived in a house that has gotten a new roof. Which means I’ve never worked in a house that was getting a new roof.

I hear you knocking.

I hear you knocking.

A full day of pounding, pounding, pounding led to a full day of a pounding, pounding headache for me that ibuprofen couldn’t touch. I would leave the house and feel better only to come back to nonstop thumping above me and in my head. Ugh!

The old shingles are gone!

The old shingles are gone!

I guess it’s worth the suffering to get something new and useful. But that was the last thought in my pummeled noggin that day. In fact, I think every thought I had was whacked and thwacked out of me. Am I starting to sound like a thesaurus?

The work continues all over the roof.

The work continues all over the roof.

Our roof was a beehive of activity all day.

The sun starts to set on the work day.

The sun starts to set on the work day.

Even as the sun was going down behind our house. Finally, at around 8 p.m., the incessant pounding mercifully ended. Hallelujah!

The workers came back the next day to finish up a little on the house and the garage. And in the end . . .

Ain't it gorgeous?

Ain't it gorgeous?

I guess it was worth it! The roof looks great.

But next time I need a new roof, I’m going to be like my friend Deanna and be out of town when the workers come!