Just shoot me quick

Happy Valentine's day to you all. I just got home from the old single adults valentines party.
It was a combined party of two stakes. Raleigh and Garner.
To say the least this was an overwhelmingly painful experience.

One young man in his 30's was going to wear a tuxedo but instead came in his three piece suit with his bluephone stuck in his ear. All he went around asking for was a lint brush.

One lady wore high heels with sequins and really pointy toes and something wrapped around the heels.
She brought flip flops in her purse to change into. Her daughter has 3,000 pairs of shoes. She has 50.
why wear shoes if you need to carry flip flops?
I had a migraine all day but went because I made a promise I would support all of this.
I wore my velour warm up suit.... the closest thing I could find to pajama's.

There were no caffieinated drinks..... ......... .....
There was a poor 10ish looking year old boy who had to come with his mom... I am sure he is scarred for life.

The main event: watching the movie Fireproof....
from fireproofmymarriage.com. LOLOLOLOLOL
If you have seen this movie and it is on your top 10 list of favorite movies then stop reading now or I will seem rude.

HELLOOOOOOOOOOO..... between all of us that were there we would have had a HUGE bonfire of failed marriages.
A little late for fire proofing marriages.

My friend and I were the second and third oldest people there.
Everyone was crying through the movie.
When they passed around more tissues, Julia and I were the only ones with no tears.
Even the men were crying. One man said he was moved by the Spirit... WHAT?????????
In the movie when the young man gets on his knees at the bedside of his wife who has the sniffles and pleads forgiveness for being selfish and contributes his change to having found religion,
Julia turns to me and says: I really like that comforter set on that bed. The funny thing was I was thinking the same thing but really liking the bedroom furniture.
She and I were definitely not feeling it.... we looked like we had hard hearts.

Happy Valentines day to everyone.
Next year.... just shoot me quick before I head out for another round of valentine day celebration.

A semi-apology to my now grown children

Me thinks I should semi-apologize to my now grown children. When they were little I NEVER used band-aids. My mother opinion was the majority of open kid wounds needed to be only scrubbed clean, a little antibiotic ointment and the good old air would form a quick scab and all was well. During the Owie period of time, a wet paper towel took care of any oozing blood, dirt, and was cool to the burn of the scrapes sting. As well as, the child could then be distracted, the paper towel thrown away and the drama was over. Band-aids were expensive, dirty and caused more drama when they had to be removed. Very logical and I am sure all proven by scientific experimentation and documentation.

I specifically remember one time leaving Devin home to care for the children. That was mistake number one. Then we did not put up Trent's hotwheels, mistake number two. When Fred and I got home all the kids were in bed and Devin proudly announced Trent had taken some road rash but he had taken care of it. Devin went to bed. We went and got Trent up and the kid had road burn down the entire side of his little body and the dirt and gravel were still in it. Devin had wisely used wet paper towels, ointment and for the really bloody areas as many band aids and gauze pads that he could possibly lay his hands on. Trent looked like a wounded soldier of war. I wish we had taken a picture. So we spent the next hour while Fred held the screaming Trent and I scrubbed out the already dry wounds.

So back to my original post of a semi-apology to my grown children. You guys are TOUGH!!! you are TROOPERS, You did blood and gravel and road/carpet burn like little soldiers..... Way to go !!!!you are awesome.

I on the other hand, tripped and fell at the movie theater last night. I hurt my knee. I came home with my knee REALLY hurting. When I looked I had a quarter size scrape with old blood and a little dirt in it and it was KILLING.
I started to whimper with the thoughts of cleaning it off. I didn't clean it. I wanted a band aid but couldn't find one. So instead I put an ice pack on it took a Tylenol and went to bed.

I am a better mother than I am a kid. I forgot how scrapes hurt. I am so sorry. I could have at least offered you a cookie or Popsicle or maybe a little bit of lovin' along with the wet paper towel. May you forgive me; but you are better kids for it. ( I am sure of it) But please, when I am in my dementia unit and I scrape my knee or elbow or bleed a little will you offer me a cookie, Popsicle and little bit of loving along with a band aid?

Love you, Mom
PS, but raise your kids on wet paper towels!!!