Boyhood

I am relieved. aaaa. Sometimes you just want a nice, relaxing night at home with three -very boyish- boys. I really just wanted, for tonight, to watch them wrestle around the living room, hear their strange boy-noises, and clean up the soda-rings that are left on all the furniture. I know, it doesn't sound quite like heaven.. but I enjoy it every now and again. Hanging out with them reminds me so much of MY childhood.. with my 2 big brothers... hanging me upsidedown for unlimited amounts of time, holding my belongings high above their heads- just out of my reach.. "horsing around" (as mom would say). Boys are so different than the rest of us. To be a girl, or a woman, is to be strong.. but a different kind of "strong" than the boys.. it's running for that band-aid when the boys get hurt, we must fix all of their boo-boos. To be a girl is to be careful, and patient... to watch closely as boys get so frustrated when assembling something (such as packaged furniture) .. and then to pick up the instructions, and gracefully and tactfully assemble it behind their backs. It's still quite fun and interesting to watch the egos soar, but we do it without bragging. Tonight, I intend to watch them closely.. to hear how they compete with one another... with boys, it is almost always a race to the finish. I love being a girl, because it's much more fun to watch the race than to participate. I think I'll just sit back, relax, and watch a good game of "a night with 3 boys".

Vote-La-La

Today is election day. Yes, I'm sure that everyone on planet Earth has figured this out. Billboards, television, internet, yard signs, radio, telephone, word of mouth.. it is everywhere. Obama's face is everywhere. I still do not know who to vote for. I scwabble around.. back and forth. Who knows?? Maybe I will have decided before the polls close and Obama wins.

Meanwhile, back in Trina-la-la-land... Scott and I made a radical decision late Friday night. We were sitting outside on our patio, building a large fire in our fabulous firepit... we were just about to roast some marshmallows and await the trick-or-treaters.. when we get the bright idea to drive to Virginia. So, we packed up our stuff (Scott was so excited that he only packed his shirts--no pants), we counted our funds, and jumped in the car. Manassas, Virgina, HERE WE COME!! I failed to mention to any of my family that we'd be stopping by, but I figured that they wouldn't mind.. and they didn't. We had a very very fabulous weekend.. the drive was not as horendous as we had both anticipated. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and the family was generally thrilled at our surprise visit. I will admit, though, that I was a bit frazzled at the idea of Scott meeting everyone, but everything went better than planned. I'm pretty sure that the whole family approves.. which is a bonus. We decided that this was the first of many random surprise visits up North.