2013

Crap. I sometimes HATE computers.

I just wrote a fun post and then the damned thing got eaten. Now I'm very annoyed.

No fun posts today.

Have You Seen Junior's Grades?

In which your plucky heroine turns 13 and a grandmother....

Yesterday at the Doctor's office for Sean's ear checkup, an old guy asked me if my babies were my grandkids. Wow. I'm 39, so it is POSSible that I could have grandkids. If I started young and my kids therefore started young too. But it's a stretch. And that's one of those questions that you JUST DON'T ASK A WOMAN ever. Like how much she weighs and also if she's pregnant when it's not obvious. I don't look THAT old, people. But it was a moment of ick.

And then, during the visit, I also turned 13, figuratively speaking. I got the urge to Text Message a friend of mine. And we've been sending silly juvenile Texts back and forth all day since then. Silly, but hey. I gotta join the younger generation, don't I?

Anyway. I've been avoiding the computer cause on Monday I pulled my neck muscle again and it just hurt to sit here. So that's why no real comments here. I mostly just lay on the couch and read. Which was, in itself, kind of awesome.

13 and a grandmother. You know, it happens.

One More Minute

To sip the last dregs of my coffee before tickling babies awake. One more minute to read up on a blogger/writer I haven't been very faithful to--I stopped going by the blog even though I really like it because I don't know why; I'll analyze it later. One more minute to be amazed at how much better Eddie Van Halen looks on the cover of Rolling Stone that is sitting next to my computer (SOMEone bought me a subscription-- I actually don't know who) than he did in the last picture I saw (I know he had cancer and was sick so I am a terrible person but dude, he was out in public and he looked awful). Amazed at his stylist, who made him look less like a sick crack ho than he did before and actually kinda hot. One more minute to think about how happy I will be if the ENT appointment we have for Sean today reveals that yes, his speech delay is fluid in his ears and not "mild" autism and the same exact minute to worry about what we'll do if it is autism (love him anyway. work a bit harder.) One more minute to enjoy the cool air conditioning on the back of my wet hair, the stiff neck that is starting up from my reading at the laptop. One more minute to plan to get my sandals from downstairs, lotion from the front room, purse, keys, phone. One more minute before my very busy day starts......