Happy Monday First of all, I want to thank SARGE CHARLIE for the Great American Award that he so graciously bestowed upon me last Thursday. Thank you Sarge... I truly appreciate it. Now onto the weekend... and what a weekend it was. I so tired today... my eyes feel like sand paper. And I don't even want to mention the amount of money that we spent over the weekend. We had decided Thursday that since we were off work Friday that we would go shopping... and boy oh boy did we shop. Heard the phrase "Shop till you drop" well that is what we did ... literally. Our journey began around 9:00 am Friday morning. Tony, Kaitlin and I loaded up the Mustang and off to Nashville we went. Our reason for this shopping trip was since Tony and I have quit smoking, 6 weeks smoke free, we both have gained weight. Of course, he has gained more than me... 20 lbs to be exact and all his cloths are too small for him. So we found two beautiful suits for Tony, didn't take long. The first one he put on, well, lets just say WOW!!!! Second, the perfectly classy black suit. Shopped for my Easter dress as well as Kaitlin's. Shopped for work pants for Tony... may I remind you, he can't wear his cloths comfortably anymore... Finally headed back home around 8:00 pm... home 10:30 pm.... Since he didn't take much time to try his cloths on while in Nashville he does at home and guess what.... have to go BACK to Nashville on Saturday to exchange... but that's ok, we shopped some more.. hehehehe... found the perfect stilletto's for my Easter dress... hehehhehehe Sunday was church, out to eat and home to take a nap. Of course Matt didn't want to go so he stayed at home. He spent the weekend with his friend in the neighboring town... but I don't believe he will be doing that again for a few weeks. He has really pissed me off. The Marine Drill Sgt ain't got nothing on momma.... he will be a pussycat by the time I've finished with Matt. So let me tell you what MY son did... Friday night he ask if he can stay at his friends house. I say yes as this boy and his family seem to be good people. I call Matt on Saturday morning and tell him to get up, get home, clean his pig sty room and mow the yard. He calls me back within 20 minutes and tells me that he has a flat on his truck. Fine I say, get someone to take you to the house, get the spare to fix it and get home. Do you think he did this???? Hell no!!! I call him back a few hours later and he's still at his friends house saying he can't find a way home... blah, blah, blah. Well since I'm 2 1/2 hrs from home nothing I can do so I tell him just to stay there and we would talk on Sunday. Sunday we get up go to church, out to eat... 1:30 pm... no phone call from Matt. Get home, take a nap, wake up at 5:00.... no phone call from Matt. Now I have tried many, many times to call him ... he's not answering the phone nor his is friend answering his phone. By 5:00 I'm PISSED!!! I'm worried... but getting really pissed too.... So, I deciede that I'm going to put the freakin spare tire in MY car and go find him. If I could at least talk to him and know he's ok then I'd be ok... but I can't get him. I'm so pissed that I call and leave several messages on both phones, but am actually taking it out on his friend... I tell his friend that if he knew what was good for him that he or Matt would call and that if Matt wasn't there that he needed to grow some balls and call and tell me where he was at.... yes, I know uncalled for, but I'm pissed and worried at the same time. By 6:00 pm, I have located my son... at his friends house, tire on truck flat and they are freakin working on his friends car. I pull up in the drive and the boys know that I'm pissed just by the look on my face. I get out of the car, tell Matt to get the freakin tire on his truck and get his butt home... I told him once home that once he has children, he will understand how I felt. I didn't know if he was a his friends house, dead, in a ditch, in the hospital or what. I told him that as long as he lived under my roof, no matter the age, that he was going to do what I told him. I didn't give a rats butt if he was a future Marine, a Marine or what that I'm momma and what I say is law!!! He's grounded now. He only goes to school and back home. He has to call me when he gets home from school. I know how long it takes to get from school to home so he can't fool me... Well, that was my Easter weekend. All in all a good one... but heck I'm tired!