We had t.c. sleep over last night. He called on Friday night and asked, “Gramma! Can I sleep over at your house?” Absolutely. We had a great time, lots of running around with Aunt Julia and Uncle Tim, much laughing, a fair amount of outrageous racket. It was good. They watched a movie called Space […]
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This morning I put on my black velvet dress (the one I always wear when I don’t know what to wear) and high heels and went to breakfast at the Hilton. It was the awards breakfast for our office, and it was lovely…eggs and fruit, french toast, and pulpy orange juice… people I like, laughter,
I’m too sick to write anything. I’ve had a bad reaction to the ibuprofen I took for my back and am covered head to toe in hives, and the stomach hurts. I don’t know why it happened now, since I haven’t had any ibuprpofen for many days. I expect to live, but honestly I feel
Hey, this Toyota accelerator problem–I gotta tell you, this happened to Kirsten. She drove off in John’s brand new Toyota with t.c. in the back, taking the freeway across town. About twenty minutes after she left home, she called on her cell phone and said she was pressing down on the brakes with both feet
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Okay, this is the guy I was supposed to spend my day with today. Tuesday night I admitted defeat and called his parents. My back is not going to be well enough by Thursday to watch him. I can’t bend or twist in the least without triggering vicious stabs of pain and electric feeling twinges
A strange thing happened last week. As I was going out the front door, I slipped. Snow was melting on the roof over the second floor, dripping down and re-freezing again on the cold stone below. My feet flew out and I landed on my poor back, one stair cracked across the middle of the
Lydia is continuing to plan the service for her deceased caterpillars, Tickles and Joey. She’s planning this for 3:30 on the 19th of April, and has sent written and decorated invitations to the family, including her grown brothers and sisters and her grandparents. She’s been practicing Greensleeves on the keyboard, you know, which is good
I love this picture…Dan’s skinny fingers, his child’s hand on his neck… I love this one of him too. I know it’s bad, but we were all thirteen once, I guess. That piece of paper pinned to the curtain on the door says, “Even a kid can be courteous.” It’s a line from Pee Wee’s
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We had a sweet, sweet day yesterday with mr. b.g. Yeah, this guy: Tuesday night Julia hollered when she heard he was coming, “Noooooo!!!!! He hogs my moooothhherrr!” Good grief, Julia. You have to pull it together. She was as sweet as candy to him all day long–she always is. However, when he took a
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Okay, dumb story time! Kirsten, our recent graduate of the university, with her very own double major in economics and marketing communications (evidence she’s bright) wins the award for this week. Did she think the marines were recruiting her mother? Nope. Did she eat dog treats by mistake? Nope. The air in her house is
