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03-12-06

I got home from HELL, I mean Oklahoma, around 10:30 last night so I'm tired, bitchy and in a foul mood but that's nothing new so basically it's same ol, same ol.

I'm absolutely certain, as I live and breathe, that God hates Oklahoma. He has to. A trip that should have been relatively easy took 7.75hrs... and I was ready to throw myself out of a MOVING VEHICLE... but the problem with that was I WASN"T MOVING!!!!! I was sitting in traffic and it wasn't because it was spring damn break. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, evidently, spring break went to hell there, too, because NO ONE CAN FIND IT!!! EVERY single free way that I came across, in every single direction, in every single town, reservation, farm, brick shithouse... you name it... EVERY LAST one of them was UNDER CONSTRUCTION! Only two lanes open in each direction. Top that off with a daughter who doesn't travel well under the BEST circumstances (and was already so excited she was ready to gnaw through the dash board) and I pretty much decided that I was ready to go to hell with the rest of Oklahoma. That was 20 miles after crossing INTO Oklahoma. I won't even go into the rest of the TRAVEL part of the story.

The great part of the story was how excited DeMarcus was. As we pulled on to the campus of ORU I pointed out the enormous praying hands to Ryan. I don't know how tall they are, but I'd guess at least 5 or 6 stories (I'm horrible at judging height) Anyway, we drove around to where the dorms are and Ryan got out because she could see DeMarcus walking to the car. Watching her walk towards him, I tried really hard not to cry, but I'm never very successful in that endeavor and he just looked so sweet standing there hugging Ryan... and somehow it rattled some memories loose of being that age... anyway. After a sufficient amount of tears flowed I convinced him to let me take us to dinner so we could talk. It's hard for him to let people "DO" for him, but he's learning.

We just sat at Bennigan's talking and laughing. I wanted to hear everything about what was going on with him and he wanted to hear all about what was going on at home. He told us about a girl he is dating, but she was leaving on a mission trip to Tijuana so we didn’t get to meet her. He says that there appears to be a problem with girls on campus who meet guys, fall in love and are ready to be married and it all happens in the first week or two.(his words, not mine) so though he may come to care quite deeply, right now they are simply “friends.” He cared a lot about what was going on in Ryan’s life and how she’s handling the pressure of the universities wanting a piece of her.

We spent two days together just talking and having a great time. We spent Saturday afternoon at the Gilcrease Museum in Tulsa before dropping him back off and heading home. I don’t want to go into the “goodbyes.” He cried. I cried. Ryan cried. Let’s leave it at that. I cried for a while after the drive started, but then the traffic made me angry and that’s all she wrote.

I’m very proud of my boy, and all my children. I plan on posting pics from all weekend!!!