"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Saturday, August 13, 2011

what he's good for...

It's been one crazy summer.

My new sanctuary has become The Sanctuary For Many.

Sister Adrienne deemed it The House of Wayward Souls.

And so it has been.

Many a wayward soul, teenaged boy, high school best friend, separated at birth never met before maternal aunt, random neighborhood kids, and very pregnant friends, have spent time in this Beacon Satellite Chapel of the Batshit Crazy.

There are always at least 3 of Jack's friends here all the time. Like 24/7 all the time.
It's like I live with Beevus and Butthead.

Total. Chaos.

It's like Neverland Lord of the Flies. And I'm Wendy.

No rules. except don't break my house

They've existed on pizza, toaster strudel, and microwavable cheeseburgers from BJs.

No fruit.

Nothing green except gatorade

Lots of Coke. Lots of XBox. Lots of time in the pool.

And they ALWAYS eat standing up. Or walking around.

The only time they SIT and eat is when they're huddled around a computer screen.

It's all good. They've been happy.


This week we've iv'e had a bit of a reprieve.

Bruce has taken the boys to San Francisco.

No XBox. No computers. Lots of good food and lots of new experience.

And lots of time with their Dad

I got this email today

Subject: Your Boys

I took the boys to a very nice Northern Italian restaurant. Not TOO fancy, but very nice, very good food and very grown up. I taught them how read a menu like that, and how to decide what to order.

We learned about putting ones napkin on ones lap, and about puting bread on a bread plate. Also about putting butter on your butter plate, NOT just reaching over your dinner companion, and then buttering your bread. We lerned about sitting up straight and not cramming food into one's mouth.

We learned about how to get a server's attention without waving one's arms in the air or calling out loud for the waiter. Ty ordered the ricotta stuffed raviolis ( homemade) with veal Bolognese.

Jack ordered the lemon-scented risotto with Monterey prawns stuffed with crab in a delicate lemon butter sauce. We learned about the differences between Northern and Southern Italian cuisine.

They learned about when you finish your meal to place your silverware diagonally across the top of your plate.

They BOTH loved it and felt so grown-up. I was so proud of them, as you surely would have been

How awesome is that?


  1. Very awesome. Plus- it is just so very, very good to hear your voice again.
    Much, much love...M

  2. So nice that they got time with Dad and you got time w/out boys.

    xoxoxo Happy Summer. Miss you!

  3. Happy to hear from you, glad your new house is a haven. Hope all is well and stays well!

  4. Sounds fantastic -- both that they are having the time of their lives and learning excellent manners AND that you're getting a reprieve from Beevis and Butthead stuff. I just have to tell you how happy I am to see your post -- just so happy!

  5. Lovely to hear your voice again. Of course your home is haven to the boys of summer. Thank goodness it's your house they're hanging around so you can observe their habits in their natural habitat :) My kids have drifted so far off course of a normal schedule, nutrition, table manners that I fear for the future. I'm sure it will take me as long to reel it all back in as it took me to let it out. We don't have BJ's but Costco, and the frozen mini pizzas and frozen cheeseburgers are mainstays.
    I am a bad mom, but they are happy.
    I loved not only the letter, but the wonderful lesson your boys got in the finer points of cuisine and eating out. It made me hungry.
    Thanks for the awesome post. Hugs.

  6. all that youthful activity in your house is sacred and beautiful. cherish.

  7. and to be cherished, is what i meant to say. love.

  8. methinks you must adjust your medication; it was debbie who named your place house of the wayward souls. or you. i was the one who said they're like the lost boys.


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