Where does a St. Bernard sleep?
Anywhere it damn well pleases.
Brooklyn is 11 1/2 yrs old now. She has trouble getting up the basement stairs, so Shane cut up my good rug (yes, I had to stress that – good rug) to make a pathway up the stairs so she can grip something.
And yes, that IS duct tape. That’s how we fix everything around here.
I knew when I sent my daughter off to college she’d be having a ton of new experiences… some which I would approve of, and some not. But she called me the other day with the news that the night before… a man was arrested on the 8th floor of her residence hall. I say “man” because he wasn’t a student. He was LIVING on the top floor of the residence hall. IN a single room. I’m told he’s been living there a week or so.
After she called me I went online and found only one article about it. Nothing on the local news for that town, nothing in the local newspaper. Only one piddly article in the University paper. In fact, as another parent noted, there is more information provided by an anonymous commenter than in the article itself. It SEEMS that the dude is 25 (yes that’s TWENTY FIVE years old!) Illegally posing as a student and illegally living in the residence hall packed with FRESHMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAY WHAT? No letter to parents… No letter to the students in the hall with details of anything. WOW.
Apparently this guy had been mooching food from paying students and living for free among 18 year old kids. Ughhh. When I think of all the bad things that could have happened it makes me FURIOUS! I know when we visited there the security was tight. You couldn’t get in or out without a signing in. In fact, all these colleges make such a major point to play up how secure their buildings are. Yet this nut was able to not only get into the building but frickin LIVE IN IT? The whole thing is just crazy!
*Update! I talked to the school and it turns out the kids in the hall “felt sorry” for this guy and LET HIM IN, KNOWING he wasn’t a student! OMG. Thankfully the University turned this into a great teaching moment because it certainly could have ended up much worse.
You may have been asking yourself where I’ve been lately, lol. It’s been quite a hectic last couple of months! I published my second book “Booyah! Spirit: 52 Ingredients For a Healthy Soul. Suffering Is Optional” which I might add would make an excellent holiday gift for anyone! It’s all about nourishing the soul. I have also opened the online Zen Store.
I carted both of my daughters off to college. One not too far, and one out of state, I posted about that here in Letting Go, Trusting our Children. The Zen blog is going strong as is that Facebook page… you should come over and hang out awhile!
I also started a new project called LoveRally. It’s a simple “people helping people” site.
So… yes I’m still here, lol. I’m just branching out like crazy! I have been working on something at home that I can post about here on Ma Vie Folle…. *sigh*…. I’m working on teaching my 17 year old son how to determine when food is not suitable to eat. What is it with teenage boys that want to devour everything and not once check for an expiration date?
What seems like a no-brainer for most adults (well, women...) there are certain rituals we might perform before eating something from the fridge. Like the smell and touch of lunch meat. Of course FIRST we check the package for when it was purchased… but then we might smell it. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen this kid eating a sandwich and I go to the fridge knowing he’s eating lunchmeat… and I check the package. Blatantly obvious that it’s past it’s prime… there he is wolfing it down.
Sometimes there are so many things in the fridge and I don’t always have time to weed the old stuff out. Thankfully he’s never eaten anything with mold on it (well, I would hope anyhow, God, who knows!) but just last week he was eating 8 day old cheesy potatoes from a long-since-passed-party. YUCK. I looked at his plate and asked, “What are you eating?” “Cheesy potatoes!”, he says shoveling a big spoonful in his piehole. I jumped up for a look and said, “Alan, those are old! “ He said they looked fine to him. I told him if his stomach hurt that night… it was from eating old food. I then went to dump the remaining potatoes in the trash. They were already getting watery! Him and his stomach of steel were fine.
Posted in Just a rant, Raising Teenagers
I'm Sheila. In addition to raising 1 husband and 3 teens, I've founded LoveRally.org, run an inspirational blog, and... have published two books,"Booyah! Spirit" and "Zen-Sational Living"!
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