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Okay, so I'm at this meeting the other day where childcare is offered and the gal who was watching the babies comes out of her room, pale as can be , and is like "I have a baby in there that is COVERED in bruises!" Naturally, we are all shocked and have to wonder what in the world to do. I mean, the first reaction is to find the mother and shake her and demand to know what she is doing to her baby. But we didn't go that route. Things were discussed (amongst those leading this particular meeting) and then someone was picked to approach the mom, diplomatically, about what the caretaker saw. It turned out that the baby has Mongolian spots. I have to be honest with you, it's pretty brutal looking. Everyone calmed down afterwards, but just the sight of this large bruise/marking on this tiny baby made me cry.
I signed up to take an on-line class on romance writing. It's a 6-week course offered by a local community college. I'm pretty excited about it and hope that I can learn something from it that will actually help me. It was only $65 so I'm not feeling totally put out.
We planned Nick's graduation party that we are going to have with his girlfriend and her family. I can only wish that everyone could have such ease when planning a large party. I mean, we talked, we laughed, we ate and in less than two hours, we had everything planned and figured out who was paying for what...it was a thing of beauty. SO unlike the plans for the ceremony itself.
I have been in the mood for a hamburger for almost a week now. Over the weekend when we were eating out all over the place while on the retreat, I could not get one because I like my burgers rare. In North Carolina you are not allowed to get a rare hamburger. Can I tell you how bummed I was?? So no burger all weekend and then I remembered that some of the local places here by me have made me rare burgers. I took Nick out to lunch the other day in hopes of getting one such burger and they would not allow it. COME ON!! So tonight, I am cooking my own damn burger and having it MY way - rare. Red. Juicy. I cannot wait!
I'm ready for the weekend already. I just need one morning where I don't have to be up before the sun. Is that too much to ask? I mean, I would like to sleep until I am done. No alarm clocks, no schedule...just me, sleeping in peacefully.
What do you do when someone complains that you aren't there for them or that you never hang out with them but really, the problem is that this person never responds to your invites? How do you graciously tell someone that you would love to hang out with them if they'd stop being rude and ignoring you? Just curious for your thought.
I'm off to cook my burger now...
First of all, let me say thank you to all of you who left me comments yesterday about my EC frustrations. They were all greatly appreciated. I found myself dropping a bit differently today and dropping a few more comments. That in itself was kind of nice because I usually just, you know, glance, at other sites, but this morning I actually stopped and read.
The fact that I was wide awake at 4:30 in the morning with nothing but time on my hands didn't hurt either!
So while I was cruising, I came to one of my faves, "Look it's Megryansmom"
and was reading her post when she asked who used to say "really big shoe". Amazingly enough, my brain was working and I said Ed Sullivan. Talk about before my time but I always remember people who imitated Ed Sullivan using that quote. Weird what kind of stuff lingers around in my brain. I can't remember to pay the phone bill but I can remember a tag line from the Ed Sullivan Show! Anyway, if you get a chance, go and check out her blog. She's really quite comical and always makes me smile.
And why was I awake at 4:30 in the morning? No, I don't enjoy getting up before the sun but honestly, there was no fighting it this morning. Remember two months back when we had the whole bed bug thing? Well, we thought it was solved - at least in our room it was. Not too long ago, Nick mentioned getting a bite or two and lately Frank says he's getting bites while on the couch. Okay, let me just stop right there and SCREAM!! We are not dirty people!! Honestly!! This is freaking me out. So we bombed the house with an actual bed bug bomb. It took almost two hours to take apart everything and dismantle to get ready to bomb, we had to be out of the house for two and a half hours and then it took another three hours to put it all back together!! It was a wild day! We took all of the bedding and stuff to the laundromat to wash and dry it while we had to be out of the house.
We came home, did what we had to do and breathed a huge (slightly foggy) sigh of relief. At 4:15 this morning, Frank came to bed. I rolled over, grunted at him for breathing and waking me up, got up to pee and when I crawled back in to bed I asked him if he'd been awake all this time. Yes. Why? I asked.
He had a bug on his arm while on the couch.
Son of a.....!!!
Now I start to itch all over and can't go back to sleep. Okay, deep cleansing breaths. Now I have to sneeze. This makes me realize that in all of the cleaning hooplah, I never dusted our room. This makes me think of the silk flower arrangement not far from the bed and I wonder what is the best way to clean it? Which then leads to me thinking about where I got most of those flowers in the arrangement and remember that they are from my bridal bouquet that a very nice young florist did for me who was referred to me by my step-mother who is on Hospice in a nursing home and not expected to live much longer and then I wonder who will speak at her memorial and I think of some of the things I would share with people - like how she saved Nick's life when he was a baby. This brings me to Nick who has to work early this morning and I'm the one who has to drive him to work and I wonder, did he take a shower before going to bed? Now I'm thinking shower, thinking bathroom, and realize that I need to pee again.
So I'm up and mobile and figure that my brain is just not going to shut down so I come out here to the computer and remember that Ed Sullivan used to say "Really big shoe".
I need a nap...
