A Lot Can Happen in One Month . . .

In the past thirty days, I have lost a high school senior, gained a college freshman, had a mini-melt down in the Atlanta airport (more on that later), and bought my first ever brand new vehicle!

Where to begin? ok, the new car - I can't help it - I was excited! We traded the nice, big, roomy SUV that barely got 16 miles to the gallon, for a nice, smaller yet roomy SUV that gets 25-32 miles to the gallon, depending on where I am driving - - - Randy figured we could make a payment of some-sort based on the savings at the gas pump. Let's just say I drive by the gas station and don't stop near as often as I did! Oh, and depreciation . . . ? . . . WHO CARES . . . .

+ = GOOD NIGHT !!

Parker graduated on May 19, and one week later, I went to Auburn to watch child #2 of sister #2 graduate from Lee-Scott. Before I left to come back home, at some yogurt at Yogurt Mountain or 'YoMo' - and let me say, that is the way to go! You pick your flavor, pick your toppings, and WEIGH it, then pay, based on WEIGHT! How cool is that! and did I mention the toppings? Anything you could imagine!! Oh, and child #2 of sister #1 works there!

Finally, we have taken one more step closer to getting Parker off to college - he and I, along with roommates Troupe, Cody, and Rob, Troupe's mom, Kelly and Rob's mom, Tammy met up at IMPACT at Troy University. It was one and one-half days of information overload, but lots of great information for parents and students! Parker is now bona fide and all registered for college! Parker met some new friends and getting ready to fly the coop!

Oh, and as for the mini-melt down? Well I haven't flown in about 16 years, and didn't know I would need anything other than my ID to get me to the gate to see Parker and his friends off to Jamaica. Guess what? You can go to the gate of a departing passenger, but you have to obtain a GATE PASS. Easily done, unless you don't know you need one; hence the MELT DOWN! Only because I hadn't given Parker an official "Goodbye" . . . There was just something about knowing he would leave the country and I didn't say good bye or tell him that I loved him . . . It's the little things, don't you know . . .

So, 30 days . . . a lot can happen in 30 days. Well in about 30 more days, I will be on the beach. Now THAT will be 30 days worth waiting for!!