What did you think? Did you watch the memorial service? Any opinions? I have a feeling my Dem friends had a few opinions about yesterday's post that they respectfully chose to keep to themselves. Purely out of love and admiration for me, of course.
(You know I'm just kidding about thinking he stole my comments, right? Just checking. Sometimes I wonder if people get the smart-assery involved in 97.6% of what I say. And it's not like anything I said was all that deep and/or original, so I suppose it's possible Obama's speech writers could have come to the same conclusions on their own.)
In other news... I have a kid turning 19 this Saturday (Happy Birthday, Michael! I love you, you Army-bound idiot!). I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, and he answered, "Cash." Not a sentimental one, that guy. One year at Christmas, he even asked me to forgo buying stocking stuffers for him and just give him the money I would have spent on them instead. At least he's consistent in what he wants.
We've had an interesting week with Michael. I'd written in a previous post that Mike had moved out several months back. He was sharing a house with another guy. They weren't exactly close friends- just housemates. Mike viewed it as a great opportunity to get out on his own. Last weekend, Michael called his dad asking to move back home because his roommate had been arrested. Oh, yay. Just what every parent wants to hear. Thank God the police were somehow aware that the "friend's" illegal activities didn't involve Mike, or the other roommate they had recently taken in. Maybe they'd been watching the kid for awhile, or something? We really don't have a lot of details. So... Mike is temporarily living back at home, until he goes to basic training in February. I'm currently living in denial about that. I seriously can't believe this is really happening. I think he does the official swearing in thing on Friday. Ugh.
Michael is such a headstrong guy. I love him to pieces, but once he decides something, that's it. Nobody is going to stop him. He gets that from his dad. I guess that's a great quality when you're not doing something that will make your mom sick with worry. I do admire and respect what he wants to do. I just hate it. I hate it!! When it's time for him to go, I fear I'm going to be one of those embarrassing moms, clinging to him and sobbing, "Don't take my baby! You can't have my baby!" I'll make a huge arse out of myself and it will be another fond family memory. ...Good times.