Grandma's Birthday

For Boh...

Before...

Sitting at the computer. Inches away from you and your computer. You are working. I am not. I try to be very quiet. You are working. I am not.

Dear Abuela y' Abuelo,

I won't be able to think of anything to wish for this Sunday. I have everything that anyone could possibly want. Love to you.

L'Oreal Light Ash Blonde

I freaked out yesterday. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing and it sounded like I was half crying when I was talking. Dustin and Demetrius had come over Friday night for their "sleep over". It was a night like every other Friday night until midnight. Demetrius usually sleeps in the playpen in our bedroom so we can hear him if he wakes up during the night. Friday night he did. I changed his diaper and put him in bed with me. His little head felt so hot and his little nose was all plugged up. He whimpered for hours, unable to get comfortable. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, he fell asleep again. We had about five or six hours of interrupted sleep that night. In the morning his fever reappeared. Only this time he was sitting on Gido's lap and he started shivering like he had been plunged into ice water and his little fingers turned blue. That is precisely when I freaked out. I called his Daddy to come and take him to emergency. That is when I couldn't breathe, my heart raced and it sounded like I was half crying when I talked. His father was there before we had him fully dressed. His father looked at him, could see that he had a cold, wasn't feeling great, but did not require hospitalization. He stayed for coffee and then took his boys home. I dyed my hair again today. It's going grey.

I finally got back to book club Friday night. We read The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls. Do I have to underline or put the title in quotations? I never remember. It was interesting. I like books about real people,...most of the time. When I was younger I read horror,... Pet Cemetery and The Shining freaked me out! I remember locking myself and baby W in the bathroom at Grandma B's until someone came home because I was so scared to be alone. Now I have to lock myself in the bathroom to be alone. I'm not complaining. I'm a lucky lady. I like my life. The next book we are doing is I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron. I wish you could join us.

It Is Only Catfood...

don't think about what it really is when you reach up and touch your head, wondering why your hair is sticky.

Wings On Crooked