D-R-A-M-A

Since I became a wife for the second time, and step-mom to three, it seems my life has way more drama than before. (I know you other stepmoms know what I'm talking about). Anyway, yesterday I walked down the stairs for my morning coffee - when I was surprised by my fully-clothed husband sleeping on the couch! It scared me because I wasn't expecting to see him. I woke him up and he told me his car wouldn't start, he thought it was the battery. So, as I left for work, he took off for Wal-Mart to get a new battery. They checked his car, said the battery was fine. Hm -mm they said that a couple of weeks ago, too, when he thought he needed a battery. He decides to take the car to our 'hometown' mechanic, Beach Boyz. They are swamped, but will try to get to it by the afternoon. He calls me at work at 9:30 a.m. to come pick him up at Beach Boyz and take him home.
While I'm driving to pick him up, Sarah calls. She needs to rent a car for her drivers license test tomorrow (because her mom's car won't pass inspection), and could I transfer $70...then a text message changing it to $50. I explain I'm on my way to pick up her dad, who is also having car trouble, and I will transfer the money when I get back to the office. On my way back to the office after dropping the husband off at home, she calls again - now the rental company needs to know there is $250 in the account (probably to cover the deductible)...she'll need $250 to put into her mom's account until they return the rental and then her mom will transfer it back. Uh, big RED Flag! (without spelling out the details, her mom has a habit of making everyone's money disappear). So, I call Ron and explain it to him -he agrees with me that if we transfer that money, it will be gone...forever.
Ron calls Sarah and advises her against it. She was worried about the same thing, but she doesn't want to miss her test. So, since he's off for a couple of days, he offers to let her use my car - they'll practice driving around tonight and then again before her 1:30 appointment tomorrow. She's a little unsure - but I remind her she wouldn't be familiar with the rental car either.
And that's what they did ... me, I stayed home and looked at a Scrapbooking magazine, enjoying the peace of a quiet (drama-free) house. It's good for now, but soon I'll be missing all of the drama ...

Summertime!

A couple of weeks ago, I went to my Mom and Dad's house. It was my Dad's birthday and I wanted to spend a little time with him and wish him a happy birthday. I also wanted to get dates and information on some 'old' pictures. (I hesitate describing them as 'old' because they are pictures of me!...so, you know - who wants to know they are old?!) Anyway, one of the pictures was me, just a few days before my 4th birthday, high atop my new slide in the backyard of our new house in Oklahoma City. (We all live in California now) Wow, it's amazing how one single image can bring back such a flood of memories! How well I remember spending so much time at the top of that slide - surveying the neighborhood, and singing at the top of my lungs! What song did I sing the most?...John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!

(here are the lyrics)

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
His name is my name too.

Whenever we go out,
The people always shout,
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.

La la la la la la la (repeat, each time getting softer)

It was also from this lofty perch that I would watch my parents and their friends from church (the young married w/children group) laugh and talk and have so much fun while making and eating homemade ice cream, or fresh watermelon. Remember the old (there's that word again!) ice cream freezers you had to crank by hand? The cranking started out easy, but as the ice cream got thicker, the cranking got harder, and the men usually had to take turns as their arm would get sore. I was usually the one to sit on a towel on top of the ice cream freezer, to keep the ice cream container from 'jumping' off of the turning peg at the bottom of the bucket. I'd have to move when they needed to check to see how 'hard' the ice cream was getting, or when they needed to add more ice and more rock salt. And when it was finally finished, nothing tasted better on hot, humid, Oklahoma nights than homemade ice cream...especially if you're sitting at the top of the slide in your own backyard. Just don't eat it too fast or you get major 'brain-freeze.' Aw- memories of summer and childhood...

These are the Days . . .

Time really does fly sometimes, and last week we watched Sarah, wearing her signature flip flops with her cap and gown, graduate with honors, from Mt. San Jacinto Community College. Amazing!

As with most Bennett family outings, this one was kind of a wild ride at times. Graduation was at 6:00 p.m. at the Ramona Bowl in Hemet. 51 minutes away according to Yahoo Maps. Ron got off a little early and was supposed to be home by 4:00 ... I worked my normal day, picked up the boys and was home by 4:15 - didn't figure it would take long to change clothes, (I wish I had a photo, because I had a really cute outfit on!) and get on the road by 4:30-ish. Uh...wrong, again. Ron wasn't home by 4:15, he wasn't home by 4:30, somewhere near 4:45 he walks in the door, hot and tired. Aaron, who decided he had to take a shower is still walking around in just a towel ... when he finally comes downstairs I'm grabbing a jar of peanut butter and a box of crackers to take with us. We have no time for dinner before we go...and we have no money to eat dinner out... he yells, "We have no dinner!" "No. Not really. Not until we come home, and then it's leftovers." He and Matthew grab a bag of Chex Mix and some chips ... we finally rush out the door, with barely 51 minutes until 6:00 p.m. How will we get there, park the car, and find seats in so little time? (You can imagine this is driving me crazy!)

According to the school's website there are over 1500 students receiving their degree tonight. We were so lucky Sarah is an Honors graduate, because they got to walk first. Even so, by the time they had the faculty speaker, and the student speaker, a musical number, it was 7:30 by the time she walked... and when she walked, we walked. We were starving, and knowing we were going to have to go home to eat anyway, there was really no way we could stay. Plus, we knew she would be going out afterwards with friends and her mom ... so, watching her walk was it for us. It was a beautiful venue, a beautiful night - perfect temperature. We walked back to the car, opened our crackers and peanut butter and chex mix and had a snack to see us home ...

I suppose these are some of the days and stories we'll remember and laugh about one day, but tonight not being part of the celebration afterwards, not having pictures taken with her in her cap and gown, not having money to eat out even without her joining us are not very fun days now. We are enormously proud of her though and that we can celebrate - even with peanut butter and crackers on the hood of the car...