Wednesday, August 30, 2006

She Did It! All By Herself!

This is what Jack tells us regularly: He did it, all by himself. No matter who helps him. And a week or so ago he was telling his mama and daddy that he was a Big Girl. Well, he's 2.

I wonder if my other 2 yr old grand is still announcing "Ki'ycat, hairba'!"? I love 2 yr olds. I hear the 4 is crazy about preschool. I wish I could see her joy. She didn't adapt to daycare easily, but I guess a year of her big brother teaching her phonics when he came home from school was enough to persuade her that school is cool.

So, my DD fixed my blog problem. She said it was a setting on my template. I swear, I promise, cross my heart, I will NEVER do anything to anything on this blog again. I will leave it to the experts - DD and Hannelie.

We are back to school with a vengence. Four days of training this week, and another on Tuesday, the fifth. Students arrive on the sixth. Honestly, I'm a wreck. First, I haven't had to get up for a while, and going back to full days of training has made me tired. Last night I came home and fell asleep, woke up and fell asleep, finally got up and went to bed - at 8:30. Today I just cried a lot. After school, that is. Everything is fine once we get back into the swing of it, but right now it's not much fun.

Time to go to bed. TTFN.

She Did It! All By Herself!


Hmmm... is it going to work?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

I guess it's me or my computer. Or AOL. But Cassie has AOL. So it's me.


I can post to Gramma's blog

Here's a post from Cassie.... It's working for me. Must just be you :) I should have checked it out yesterday when I was over there.

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

What to do First?

School will be starting soon. Indeed, workshops begin next week for staff. The lazy days of summer will come to an end. I want to be ready. And my little group of ladies from church is coming over Saturday. The house is relatively clean, but the carpet is BA-AD. It looks as if someone dribbled mud randomly around the living room. I can't figure out what caused it. In appearance, it resembles a random slug trail, only dark like mud. So I'll be off to rent a Rug Doctor this morning, I guess.

Other things that need to be finished are less likely to happen before Saturday. I wanted to have made sweet little crocheted bookmarks for each lady. Can't seem to get through even one. And I wanted to finish the Christmas stocking. That one is fine - I still have four months to complete that. And the bookmarks can be done anytime, there is nothing special about having them on Saturday. I'd like to work on the quilt, since I did finally reach Sonja and know what to do next. But I need a space of time to work on that, and I need to lay it out on the floor and look at it, and the carpet is filthy...

Ok, so I guess I'll get dressed and head for the grocery store and check on the carpet shampooers. There is still time to have professionals come in.

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

What Kind of Tree Are You?

You Are A Cypress Tree

You are strong, adaptable, and striving to be content.
You're good at taking what life has to give - even if you don't like it.
A passionate lover who can't be satisfied, you are quick tempered at times.
You hate loneliness, want love and affection, and need to be needed.
A bit of a live wire, you love to gain knowledge any cost... and you can be careless at times.

Monday, August 7, 2006

Someone Died This Week

On Saturday I learned that a man I once loved had died.

During a sad, lonely period in my life, I found him; or maybe he found me. By the time we split, I felt used and abused.

He was a talented man who abused drugs and alcohol most of his life. He sang with an angel's voice, but he couldn't sing, couldn't play guitar, unless he was high.

I am saddened at the waste of a precious life. And I have been waiting for this news for over five years, ever since I wouldn't let him come back home. Living with him was toxic. He was angry and abusive, physically, emotionally, verbally, mentally.

Toward the end, he tried to get sober, and went into treatment. His sobriety lasted 4 days. That really was the end for me, but it took months of Al-Anon and counseling for me to make the break.

I hurt for those he has left behind. His mother, sister, two sons, and others who knew him as a child and remember him as he once was, those who knew his potential so much better than I. I grieve for what I thought we had, but what was never real. I pray he has found the peace he he wanted so desperately.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

One Little Grand

These are pictures DD took over the weekend - Jacky and his Yaya (that's me) and Jacky with Bob da Mato. He is a happy little boy, with a really great sense of humor - always laughing, always teasing. I have a feeling that if he could spend more time with his cousins, they would be a pretty scary little gang! Between them, they would think of everything to do or get into. Wouldn't that be fun?