Happy Birthday to JIMMER!!

It's the Jimmer's birthday, the big 31...happy birthday!!

Tomorrow is the Kev-head's birthday - I won't be here because we're going to the Cubs game...so a big happy birthday to my husband who doesn't even read the blog...tosser.

It's been a whirlwind couple of days, lovely bloggers. I took yesterday off because we were supposed to take the kids to the waterpark. Well, according to the shit news/weather reporting around here, they made it sound like the day was going to be a wash. So we revamped our plans and took the kids out for mexican food and then to the park and then bowling. It was fun, but the whole day we were all really pissed because the rain never came. Well, not until last night. Did you all make it through the storms? We didn't see anything in the south, but north of the river it looks like a warzone. The young kathy has no power, neither does the Tigger. I don't have high hopes of them getting it anytime soon considering that there were 100,000 customers out of power today. YIKES. I couldn't believe all of the downed trees, ripped up rooftops...

On a happier note, Alex started high school today. I was a nervous wreck most of the day. I was so worried for him. Would he find his classes? Would he get everything into his locker? Did he have enough money for lunch? Would he have anyone to talk to? It was like kindergarten all over again. In the end I picked him up and he was f.i.n.e fine (please sing this like Aerosmith). And he looked DAMN handsome in his school uniform. Did he make any friends? Ummm, no. Al doesn't really roll that way. But he will, in time, I'm sure. It took him awhile at Trinity, but eventually he was just fine.

On an agonizing note, Owen is becoming more like me every day, and not in a good way. I almost lost my mind yesterday because for the 3rd time in as many weeks, Owen left something at the football field. And not to knock the coaches or anything, but they never look over the field, see if anything's left behind and pick it up. Last week he left his bag with his inhaler in it. When Kevin went back down there, it was still right where Owen had left it. Tuesday night Owen left his bag with his clothes in it...his chucks, $30 in his pocket, a brand new yug-i-oh deck he had just purchased and ... wait for it... the key to our barn. Now the odds of someone finding this, knowing that it was ours and actually breaking into our barn are slim. But STILL. Tens of thousands of dollars worth of tractors, ATV's, dirtbikes, HARLEY DAVIDSON motorcycle and tools live in that barn. Luckily I drove down to the field 24 hours later and there it sat...in the middle of the field, right where he had left it. And what can I tell him? I'm scatterbrained myself. I usually don't leave my bags at practice, of course, I don't have any practice...but I leave my purse at home...I'll leave the house without a coat in the winter...I leave so many things at my office when I leave for the day it's pitiful. I lost a pair of shoes for a year because they were under my desk. So what do I, of all people, tell him???

Oy.

He starts school tomorrow. AND it's the premiere of High School Musical 2 on Disney - he's so excited for both of these things.

Did I mention how handsome Alex looked in his uniform?