MoRe PPP...

The pumpkin carriage and the flowers... check!

PPP (Pre Prom Prep) Sen10r Year Edition...

I promise I am sitting on my hands and letting the teenager make all the arrangements, order, reserve, call, and call back in some cases... he is taking care of it all for his Prom. But I am the luckiest Mom ever because he is still talking to me about his plans, and even let me go with him to pick up his tux... and he has even asked me my opinion now and then on some things, but is still very determined to do it HIS WAY no matter what my opinion happens to be.

(I have NO IDEA where he gets that from.)

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So "the date" (her screen name will be Rapunzel) tells him she is wearing bubble gum pink. I was super happy for the specific description because their was sooo many pinks to choose from. It took all of what would have been inevitable PAIN, out of the equation for us. Remind me to thank her for that!

Then Rapunzel, bless her heart! Had some trauma of her own (I really don't think these boys ever have a clue what it takes to be a princess) and ordered another dress online, that should be here today.... normally I would worry, but she "does" Nordy's, so they won't let her down.

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So the teenager changed from trying to match up with pink to eggplant. Okay so that was funny too.... he wasn't worried about the change of color, but more worried about what it actually was?

So we googled it so he could see all the shades of purple, and now he is all educated on colors... he should be all trained up now for when his future wifey needs him to go pick paint colors!

Remind me to thank Rapunzel for that blessing too... how would a Mom ever train her son with those skills (and have him take any interest in it) without this experience.

The pinks and purples were enough to deal with, I was just sooo happy he didn't have to decide on a blue. blue ice, powder blue, P? light blue, S? light blue, cornflake blue... Seriously! ???


My next little hurdle was this sign! Now picture about 15 boys in a tiny store waiting to be fitted... my sweet teenager graciously invited me to go with him (most of the boys just went by themselves or with their girlfriends), and he agreed to let me "discreetly" take pictures.
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I had kind of pleaded and played the sick Papa card... my Dad is in the hospital having a procedure to find where some internal bleeding is going on. I am sure he will be fine, but the worrier in me is desperately trying to get a picture of the teenager to him before they put him to sleep, just in case! I couldn't stand the thought of him not getting to see him before he goes to Prom... I understand it was over the top worry, but I couldn't help my little brain from wandering and my strong silent mysterious man is out of town and not here to bounce things off of, so I tend to be a little worse than normal.
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So anyway, I get the green light to get a couple of quick shots, NO FLASH and get out... but they won't let me go back to the dressing room. So here is the teenagers MOM with him, in front of a million of his peers, leaning around the corner to get a picture of him to send to my sick Dad.
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Yeah, it was right up there with mailing a package before I found the "good post office" and I didn't even get the pictures back in time before they took him in to put him asleep. But it is all good now, my Dad is out of surgery and he is doing okay.
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So not to totally give it away before the unveiling... but a just glimpse, I can't resist... he is going black on black on black, with the eggplant tie (or closest purple to it).

I was really relieved he moved away from the bright orange "zoot suit" tuxedo... I guess Jim Carrey wore one in Dumb and Dummer and he LOVES that movie... so Phew, Rapunzel lucked out, because I was not going to fight that fight for her!
So now I am so excited for tomorrow night... I hope no more trauma for Rapunzel or the teenager and everyone has a good time.
I will try and get permission to post pics as soon as I have them tomorrow (if I don't get permission from the kids, I might have to go private, just so I can post the and share with close family and friends... so don't fret if you can't get on...just shoot me an email, I have been wavering for a while now, I am getting some weird msgs and visitors in other countries that I don't know).

Sen10r Grad Dinner ~ Class of 2010

I survived the Grad dinner, not sure why it was such a worry for me... but I was less than functioning all day yesterday working up to it.

Choked up a little, but I didn't cry! (I am convinced once I start, I won't be able to shut it off, that freaks me out)

Good food, great help, and fun kids!

Our graduates with their Bishop; Yeah he is the little guy in the back, ha ha... he is not a little guy at all, it's so funny these kids make him look that way. Must be the good milk in Idaho. California cows have nothing on us, really happy cows live in Idaho!

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A good time was had by all!

Monday, Monday...

I am getting in a pattern of posting about "just Mondays". Mondays have proven to be hard days for me in my recent past. Not sure why, some Monday curse or something. So for me to have a good productive Monday that I didn't cry, break something, yell at someone, have a family night break down, or some other kind of personal nightmare ... feels like a great accomplishment for me. Hence, why they keep making it on my blog if for no other apparent reason.

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Today, I bought the food for a big (well big for me) senior grad night dinner this week.

I don't post about my church activities very much, mostly for privacy issues... but Ann is a fellow blogger, so she gets it, and agreed to do a self portrait with me. This will be a big and fun activity for me. I could not have planned this dinner without her... she is amazing and a great friend to help me through this one.

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Senior Graduation Dinner = $2.31 per person;

Great friends who randomly volunteer to make rolls, bring dessert, cook potatoes, decorate tables, plan and buy the food, and be there at the event to keep me from having a crazy Grad Mom breakdown! = Priceless!

I also just took a moment to finally get my hummingbird feeder up.

I hope they still remember where we live, and I didn't wait too long.

I loved watching them last year.

And I managed to get some laundry done...

with some help... I guess there is really no such thing as a perfect day, right?