Bucks, Trucks, and Bad Luck

Handsome Dude has had an exciting start to 5th grade.

1.  He gets to do morning announcements every Tuesday.  Like over the INTERCOM.
2. He is on the yearbook team.  HD to me:  “Mom!  My teacher says she only chooses people that she TRUSTS to be on the yearbook team.  I have TRUST.”
3. He received a student of the month award.
4. He is in accelerated learning classes.

I would like us all to take a moment and really let all of that sink in . . . . and remember that this was Handsome Dude not that long ago:

Exhibit A:  Please look at the glasses.  This is how he looked from ages 1-4.

Exhibit B: (Sigh)

Me to David:  I was talking to HD’s teacher today.

David:  Mmm-hmmm?

Me:  David!  Do you realize that people think OUR BOY is like, a model student?  She was using words like respectful and helpful!?  OUR BOY.

I have no words.

Because he is ten, he was able to buy a mentor tag to go hunting with David.  He had a bit of good luck:

He was thrilled to be able to harvest (yes, I just said harvest) this buck on our property.  He told me that he decided the mentor tag was worth the $10.  Not too shabby for his first deer, eh?

David’s hunting season, on the other hand, has not gone well.  He took off for his 10 day elk camp hunting trip, but had to cut it short because . . . wait for it . . . .

The truck broke down again.

Yes.  The same truck that cost $10,600 to repair only a couple of weeks ago.  So that was a bummer.

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My car.

My car is still rockin’ it.  I boasted to you in the last post about how my rig was all fancy now and could open in the back.  This was exciting, seeing as how for years the back would not open.

It’s latest quirk?

Not closing.

I guess I got too prideful.  Soon after I had written my last post, boasting to you all about how my car could now open from the back, I took the children to the grocery store. We opened the back with ease, and loaded our groceries in.  Like spoiled brats.

Then, we started to drive away and the back popped open.  So, Sweet Pea hopped out and tried to close it. With no luck.  The rest of us all got out and tried, and yet it was not closing.

So.  I had to call David.  He was not impressed.

Me:  Hi, the back of the car won’t close.

David:  It won’t close?

Me:  Nope.

David:  Are you sure?

It is at this point that I feel fussy.  And a bit annoyed.  Because I am 36 years old and have known how to close doors for several years with a high success rate.  And I feel my word should be trusted on this.

Me:  Yup.  Won’t close.

David:  (sigh) Ok, I will be there when I can.

So the kids and I decide we need to pull back into the parking lot and into a space.  Handsome Dude has a fantastic idea.

HD:  Mom.  Roll down the window of the back.  I will get in the back and hold it closed while you drive us into the parking space.

Me:  Sounds good.

So he gets in and pulls the door closed from the inside.  Then he gives it a little slam and . . . it closed!

He is a pretty handy dude to have around!

So I had to call David back and tell him that our 10 year old was able to close it for me.  He was not super impressed with me.  However, about two weeks later it happened to him AND he lost several things out the back and had to go fetch them.

So.  Maybe he believes me now?  I cannot be certain.

Happy Sunday!