College Bound

Alex will be heading off to college in a week.  Yea.  Happy day, but, also sad.  We'll talk more about that some other time.

I'm part of this Parents Group on Facebook.  This is a place where parents post questions and more seasoned parents (parent's with sophomore, junior and senior students) answer our questions.  It's actually quite helpful, especially since he is our first child going away to school.  I've learned a lot about what to bring and especially what not to buy or bring, about dorm life, food, etc.

One topic was brought up by a parent that I found rather interesting.  The parent asked whether there was an iron in the laundry room.

I'm reading this and thinking, "What kid uses an iron?  Is this a 40 year old woman that is going to college?  Is the kid that worried about having wrinkled clothes?"

And that turns into...

I just hope my kid washes his clothes!  I don't care if they are wrinkled, as long as they are clean (and smell clean),  I'll be very happy.

I told RT my thoughts on the subject.  His comment was, "And he (Alex) would probably burn himself trying to use an iron."

What's going on here?

I come home from work and Alex tells me he is cleaning his room.

I know I've mentioned the state of disaster his room in previous blog posts.  Briefly, his room is the black hole.  If he takes something in there, you will never see it again.  Ever.  It's so bad, that when he goes off to college and we move a lot of stuff out of there, we might find Jimmy Hoffa.

Anyway, to hear that he is cleaning his room is quite a shock.  You don't know how many times I tell him to cleans room and it doesn't happen.

As he was heading back up stairs, he said, "Oh, and I'm doing my laundry!"

I almost passed out.  This NEVER happens.  He NEVER does his laundry.

I yelled, "Give me back my son!"

Large Print Books

I like to read in my spare time.  Spare time = the few minutes before I fall asleep at night.  OK.  Sometimes I read on lunch at work.  I keep a list of books that I want to read on my phone so I can look them up when I go to the library.  Unfortunately, some of the books I'm looking for are new and the books are already checked out and have HUGE wait lists.

Recently, I discovered the Large Print Book area in our library.  It's funny, all copies of a book are checked out but the Large Print copy is available.  I don't have a problem with my sight and reading books so, I don't have to read Large Print Books.  My thoughts are, if it's available to read in Large Print, why not check it out and start reading the book?

I do have to admit, it's a little embarrassing when other people see the book I'm reading and see the LARGE PRINT.  They probably think I'm old and can't see very well.  The up side is the Large Print is easy on the eyes late at night when I'm about to doze off.  I guess I feel like people look at my Large Print Book and think,

"Why doesn't she just get some glasses so she can see?"

Or maybe,

"She should consider using audio books instead?"

Or even,

"She really needs to work out her arms more.

The problem with Large Print Books?  They are bigger and heavier books.  Maybe I can consider reading part of my workout?  You know, upper body?

So, if you see someone with a Large Print Book, they either can't see well or, they need that upper body/mind workout.

Dental Floss

Thought I would let you know that I finally finished that box of dental floss I started 10 or 15 years ago.

RIP Mr. Dental Floss.  You will be missed.  You were always there for me.  Ready to floss my teeth.  You didn't run and hide when I had corn on the cob.  You just did your job.  You were my very own, loyal box of floss for 10 (or 15?) years.  Rest in peace, my friend.

I'm sad, but I think I will be OK.  I have many, many more boxes of dental floss to choose from here at home.  Some how I inherited a few million from my parents.

If you need any floss, let me know.  I'm sure I can part with a box......or six.

Napkin Stash

Just wanted to let you know that I started a little napkin stash in my car.  I placed some (clean) napkins in the center console.  I don't think I will become a napkin hoarder like RT.  It's nice just to have some in case of an emergency.

I just have to remember to restock every once in awhile.

Or just steal some from RT's car.

I come home from work and Alex tells me that he is cleaning his room.

I know I've mentioned the state of disaster his room in previous blog posts.  Referring to it as the black hole.  If he takes something in there, you will never see it again.  Ever.  It's so bad that when he goes off to college and we move a lot of stuff out of there, I tell everyone that we might find Jimmy Hoffa.

Anyway, to hear that he is cleaning his room is quite a shock.  You don't know how many times I tell him to clean his room and it doesn't happen.

As he was heading back up stairs, he said, "Oh, and I'm doing laundry."

I almost passed out.  This never happens!  He never does his laundry.

So, I yelled, "Give me back my son!"

Alexa

I mentioned in a previous post about our Alexa.  How we think we have the Alexa with the bad hearing.  I really think we got one of the Alexa rejects.  Half the time she can't hear what we are asking, the other half, she says she doesn't know the answer.  I thought she was supposed to look this stuff up?  Most of the time,  she isn't very helpful at all.

The other day, Bella was trying to figure out the amount of Calcium in different foods.   She decided to ask Alexa.

Bella:  Alexa, how much calcium is there in a cantaloupe.

Alexa:  I don't speak idiot.

At this point, Bella and I looked at each other and I laughed.

Bella:  (shocked) Did you hear what she said?

Me:  Yes.  Alexa thinks you're an idiot.

Alexa:  Absolutely!