Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Aunt Donna prepares the feast.
Jack and I participated in a German tradition this weekend. My aunt hosted a potato pancake feast, not hash browns, actual potato pancakes. We had a great time. Jack lasted an hour and then started to melt down. He didn't try any potato pancakes but they were good. We'll save that for next year. He did enjoy the rice pudding. Other yummies included lima beans and a Tastefully Simple mexican dip. Kudos to my aunt who prepared the meal and didn't mind all of us invading her home.
My brother, Doug, with Jack and his son, Garrett.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Mom and me
Shopping for pants is a big pain. Why do all pants seem to fit below the waist now? Thanks for the butt lift but while you're sucking the underwear as tightly as possible to my crack (actually converting my granny panty into a whale tail), can you make my butt look a little smaller?
Mom and I went shopping today. It started out as shoe shopping and then turned to clothes shopping. I hate shopping for clothes. I loved it when I was a kid. Of course, I was a little smaller then. But years went by and, as they did, mom implanted the buyer's remorse/guilt complex into my membrane, "Do you really need that or do you want that?"
Now, I can barely stand to even window shop for clothes. Mom bought the shoes and clothes for me today saying it was for my birthday which is actually three months away. Anyway, the fact that she bought the clothes makes the guilt even more complex. I hardly have the heart to take the few pairs of pants out of the shopping bags. I just want her to return them. Weird, huh? I guess I should count my blessings while I'm pondering the remorse.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Mike made fun of me, saying I looked like a stewardess in my blue get-up. During the pre hub-bub, I visited with one of the city's PR people while she visited with a couple of journalism students. Later, I learned that they asked if I was a stewardess. Ha, ha. Thanks for flying. Please fasten your seatbelts.
While we waited for the press conference to begin, I noticed the following advertisement for a publisher in town. Can you spot the error?
Can you see it now?Come on. Get smart already.
Monday, August 18, 2008
On another much lighter note, do we seriously need a trampoline competition in the Olympics? I'm trying not to laugh here but...
Can't you just see a Saturday Night Live skit with a very tiny trampoline low to the ground and several athletes falling off? I don't know how the commentators kept such serious voices throughout the competition.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
While we were there, we found out that Jack's birth mother was spending the day at Six Flags. When we went back to my parents' home, my father asked, "Where was Jack's real mother?" "You mean 'birth mother,'" I replied. "We say 'birth mother.'"
Dad fumbled with an apology, saying he didn't know the proper way to say things and I know that. Even though I am immersed in the adoption lingo and process, I know that others are not. I think that's the first time though that someone had used the 'real' word before. Surprisingly, it didn't make me mad. Just kind of surprised me.
Friday, August 15, 2008
How much common sense does it take to realize you should probably quit playing basketball before midnight? So, our neighbors said they were done playing when I asked but at least I grew some nerves and did what I've been dreaming of doing. I'm not a big fan of confrontation so it took some guts to do that.
*By the way, the posted time is off by an hour.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The bozos have two children under 5. Apparently, they can sleep through anything too.
We'll see what tonight brings. Maybe an out-of-control vehicle that runs into their basketball hoop. Now, wouldn't that be a shame?
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Thank you for your prayers! I hope everyone is having a great weekend.
Friday, August 8, 2008
We hope that my brother, his wife and their son can return home this weekend. My nephew will continue to take anti-seizure medicine and will be monitored by MRIs every few months. If the tumor's size says the same, it is likely that it will not be removed until he turns two.
Doctors say a baby's brain is like jello and that this tumor could have existed when he was still in the womb. There is hope his brain will develop normally and that the tumor may not affect anything or at least impact very little in development and cranial capacity.
The Children's Hospital in St. Louis is very nice. Although, like most people, I'm not a big fan of hospitals, effort has been taken to make this hospital look as kid friendly as possible.
Thank you for your prayers.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
We plan to visit him tomorrow. Jack will probably not go as the physicians may limit contact to adults only.
My brother says if his son's medical case was included in one of those hour dramas, they would only be ten minutes into the program. It's frustrating for them and us because without a diagosis there is no defined solution.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Jack and I attended a Tastefully Simple party at my SIL's today. While we were there, Jack seemed enraptured by a couple of ladies' painted toes. Now, grant it, my toes were painted but held little fascination for him. I hope he does not become some foot fetish perv that hangs out at beaches and parks and steals women's shoes. I guess I'll have to start painting my Fred Flinstone feet. Normally, I don't mess with nail polish because I don't like to draw extra attention to my feet. But I have a couple of nail polish shades, including black. Thanks EE. I guess I have a good reason to go Goth now.
I hope everyone had a good weekend. The Olympic games begin this week!