Thursday, July 26, 2007


I was driving to work yesterday worrying about everything I had to do that day, and I was late (shocker!), when I loud whistle horn went off as I passed a semi. It wasn't a normal horn, it really sounded like a whistle! It scared me at first, then I burst out laughing when I realized it was for me! Kind of made my morning. Yeah, I still got it!

Monday, July 09, 2007


My mom and gramma left Saturday morning. we had a great time, but something odd started to take shape as a pattern, and I don't know what to think about it. My gramma has always been a talker, but I noticed that it is much more so. She talked constantly, and didn't seem to need anyone to join in the conversation with her. She was happiest when we were just nodding our heads to show we were listening. Then she started to retell stories over and over again as if this was the first time she told it. The next really bizarre thing is an incident during a day that my mom and I were suppose to buy some rose bushes for me and my brother. When we came back, we didn't get any roses cuz they didn't have the ones we wanted. Gramma asked me what kind of roses we got, and I told her we didn't get any. About an hour later, she asked me again what kind of roses we got, and I just looked at her like 'what's going on?' I told her again the story why we didn't have any. Gramma seemed confused but accepted what I said. I told mom about this, and she was alarmed too. Later that night, when I was inside, mom and gramma were talking outside and gramma asked mom again what kind of roses we got! This really scared me. She has always been so sharp even though she is 80 now, my gramma has always been in tune with what is going on around her. This really disturbed me greatly. Gramma may get under my skin quite often, but she is my gramma and she needs to always be around. I am hoping that it was just being tired from traveling and the heat. Say a prayer for my gramma.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Hard Day

I had a tough day yesterday. But not as bad as some. The first thing I did yesterday morning was go to a funeral for a 15 year old. He was the son of one of my Teacher Assistants. They don't know what caused Eric's body to shut down in the middle of the night, he just died in his sleep. The service was really beautiful. Lots of pictures of his short young life. Many of his classmates were there. He was a skateboarder, and all his friends signed a board and each of them past it around touching it before laying it on his casket. Everyone, including me who generally doesn't cry for things like funerals (you know things that matter), cried throughout the whole thing. The worst was watching his mother try to get through the service. She needed support to walk most of the time, which I can't blame her at all. I just can't wrap my brain around that kind of pain, and I think I never will. Rest in peace Eric, God has you now.

Then I came home to my house covered in puke and dog pee. One word....BUBBA! for those of you who don't know who Bubba is, he is a basset hound that I dog sit once in a while. I absolutely love Bubba, but man is he a pain in the butt! He should be house trained, but his owner put in a dog door a few months ago, and he seems to have forgotten he is house trained. I walked in and first saw pee on the dining room floor. Then more in the kitchen. More in the living room. Puke on my area rug by the door. Puke in the hall. PUKE ON MY BEDSPREAD! Puke on my bedroom floor, along with pee. And finally as a last shock, puke on the blanket that thankfully covers my couch when I am gone. Keep in mind that my mom & gramma are coming tonight, so I had a lot to get done t0 be ready. I didn't have time to take my bedspread to the laundry mat. I didn't have time to clean up puke and pee. Nor did I have time to clean it all up again this morning! Why is it that animals can't find the good places to do this like on the kitchen tile instead of on my good wood floors right in the floor board! Or puke not only on my big throw rug, but also right in the tassels! I know on the grand scheme of things, it could be worse, but man! Anyway, here's to a much better day. Hope all of you have a great 4th of July!