hey, down in frontWe have just returned from a long weekend in Los Angeles where my son's girlfriend graduated with a ton of honors from Loyola Marymount University. We are so proud of this smart, funny wonderful young lady that has entered our lives. We got to meet and spend time with her family. I felt like I had known them forever. The brothers are a bonus for my "only child" son. I told him that I love his girlfriend and he agreed and said he loved the whole package. Family and all. What a blessing.
We stayed at a very strange hotel that was right next door to my son's apartment and the university. It is brand new and considered a "boutique hotel" but I think it was just strange right down to the contents in the mini bar. Here is an example.......pink duct tape, radish seeds, red socks, a balsam airplane, and a large dog show rosette. We did have a lot of fun trying to figure out what the pink duct tape was for. But radish seeds? What the heck is that all about? That is taking the "eating local" a bit too far.
We had a great dinner at Downtown Disney on Mother's Day. I hadn't spent a Mother's Day with my boy in 4 years so enjoyed every minute. We toasted new beginnings as these two are off to the University of Colorado, Boulder for their graduate work in molecular biology. If everything goes as planned I will be calling them Doctor in about 5-6 years.
Meanwhile back at the farm, my neighbors had tag team animal care game going on. My neighbor fed in the evenings and on weekends and my friend had mornings. The friend was a bit scared of the llamas so they had to be locked up only to be let out later when the neighbor came over. The pigs got a bit bored with their confinement so tipped their water over every day so they could watch the neighbor fill it up again. They never do this when I'm home. Then the neighbor accidentally fed the pigs some beet pulp I had left over from my horse days. She thought it was the pig food. She was on her way with an armful of hay for the goats when she heard an awful choking sound. Running back she saw the pigs , what appeared to her, getting sick, so the dedicated farm girl jumped in the middle of Fiona and Daphne and scooped up all the remaining food. I said, "Weren't you scared?" She said, "Not really, but it's hard to do with a new French manicure."
She had a baby goat jump over the wall of her stall and get into the feed room. Hmmmm I wonder who that could be, Cora Belle? She had the whole herd let themselves out when she didn't tighten the chain enough. Luckily my good friends and neighbors know what my motto is......
As Long As They Are Still Breathing When I Get Home I'm Good......Takes a lot of the pressure off.
We arrived home to happy healthy animals and many fond memories of graduations, a university that was a home to my boy and his girl, laughing with new friends.......and pink duct tape.
We stayed at a very strange hotel that was right next door to my son's apartment and the university. It is brand new and considered a "boutique hotel" but I think it was just strange right down to the contents in the mini bar. Here is an example.......pink duct tape, radish seeds, red socks, a balsam airplane, and a large dog show rosette. We did have a lot of fun trying to figure out what the pink duct tape was for. But radish seeds? What the heck is that all about? That is taking the "eating local" a bit too far.
We had a great dinner at Downtown Disney on Mother's Day. I hadn't spent a Mother's Day with my boy in 4 years so enjoyed every minute. We toasted new beginnings as these two are off to the University of Colorado, Boulder for their graduate work in molecular biology. If everything goes as planned I will be calling them Doctor in about 5-6 years.
Meanwhile back at the farm, my neighbors had tag team animal care game going on. My neighbor fed in the evenings and on weekends and my friend had mornings. The friend was a bit scared of the llamas so they had to be locked up only to be let out later when the neighbor came over. The pigs got a bit bored with their confinement so tipped their water over every day so they could watch the neighbor fill it up again. They never do this when I'm home. Then the neighbor accidentally fed the pigs some beet pulp I had left over from my horse days. She thought it was the pig food. She was on her way with an armful of hay for the goats when she heard an awful choking sound. Running back she saw the pigs , what appeared to her, getting sick, so the dedicated farm girl jumped in the middle of Fiona and Daphne and scooped up all the remaining food. I said, "Weren't you scared?" She said, "Not really, but it's hard to do with a new French manicure."
She had a baby goat jump over the wall of her stall and get into the feed room. Hmmmm I wonder who that could be, Cora Belle? She had the whole herd let themselves out when she didn't tighten the chain enough. Luckily my good friends and neighbors know what my motto is......
As Long As They Are Still Breathing When I Get Home I'm Good......Takes a lot of the pressure off.
We arrived home to happy healthy animals and many fond memories of graduations, a university that was a home to my boy and his girl, laughing with new friends.......and pink duct tape.
3 comments:
Sounds like a wonderful time:) Congratulations to your son's girlfriend on a job well done!
It's nice to have friends who will help out while you get away for a bit. Sounds like a good time was had by all.
You must be so proud of your boy! I pray my kids have high hopes and dreams to when they grow up. We are raising them to have those, so hopefully it will stick:) Here's looking forward the to the Dr. in the family for you:)
Blessings
Congrats to your son and his girlfriend...and to you for raising him so well that he has such high aspirations. Kudos!
"As Long As They Are Still Breathing When I Get Home I'm Good......Takes a lot of the pressure off."
I love what you said! I think that's such a terrific motto, too.
We arrived home to .......pink duct tape.
Uh huh....so you snuck the duct tape out of the mini-bar, eh?
Whatcha gonna do with it, huh?
hehehe
Yes we are proud of our son and his girlfriend.
No twinville we didn't take the pink duct tape we just have memories of it.
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