Weblog 45
December 17, 2006~ 2:00pm
The front tooth is back out. LOL!...not much longevity to the repairs I do, but it'll have to suffice for the time being. Last night went to Holly's for her dinner party, and at least I could chew and smile for that. Wayne and I did our grocery shopping, then he went directly home. He's better, but still in that limbo-like place where it doesn't feel like he's better because the sickness has sapped so much energy from the core, and he sort of floats ghostlike through the days. Have you ever had one of those illnesses lasted a few weeks? It makes the body feel unreal, and life like the dream you always knew it was, but in those times it actually feels like it....
I bought a DVD at the grocery store: "The Worst of American Idol"- and I watched that by myself and cringed my way through it, alternately laughing- gap-toothed mouth open in disbelief- and just feeling sorry for those poor, untalented hopefuls. I never watch the show, but I think Simon has taken a bad rap for his truthfulness. I saw no meanness in him, just weariness and long-suffering patience. I can't even imagine the stream of crazies he gets filing in front of him at those endless auditions. I mean, how many ways can you say, "No, you haven't got it," look at faces that are alternately angry, incredulous, or just plain scary in the way they glare back, and keep what I thought was an amazing amount of sincere truthfulness and yes- some definite, well- 'sadness'. Strange show. They all want to sing like Mariah Carey and 99 percent of them are awful at it.
Off I go to glue my tooth in once again and take my mother out for a bite- and get her shopping squared away for the week. Wish me luck with the Eat'n Park potato soup and salad. I think I'm gonna need it......
December 17, 2006 9:30pm
Well, the Steelers won- after crapping out in so many games in a row, so my 86 year old mother was in a much better mood on this Sunday's "shopping/eating-out" excursion. They were ahead about 30 points when I got there, so it was safe to pry her loose from the television. Who knows......
if they continue not to embarrass themselves, and it stops her from throwing her shopping cart around like it's a juggernaut, mumbling under her breath and shooting nail-gun looks at people, she may just get to keep the decorative addition to her apartment front without entirely losing face.
P.S.- tooth still in. HOOOO-ray!
December 19, 2006~ 11:30pm
I watched the grandkids tonight while my daughter and her husband went out for dinner. We ate "Kid's Cuisine" frozen dinners (with the special "stars" to sprinkle over the hot chocolate pudding dessert- most important!) and we played with Tonka cement mixers- and Kay took her turn at being maternal by carrying her baby swaddled like the Christ child, in her arms (Bill pointed out the resemblence to me) and cooing to her. Sound of doves and comfort- they were very, very good, as it is wise for canny children to be, the week before Christmas...lol. We watched Charlie Brown - (Bill became 'Charlie', and I was the designated Snoopy WWI flying Ace) - all TV shows have to be simultaneously acted out in the living room, even as they are unfolding on the tube.
This became quite interesting when I was flipping channels, and the strains of Depeche Mode's "reach out and touch faith..." filled the room for just mere seconds, and Bill was ON IT! For those two or three people who follow this weblog, you will recall Bill's fixation on this rock group- believing he will grow up to be Andrew Fletcher, the main singer. This is odd certainly- at 3 1/2- but now I'm afraid that someday when he hears the beautiful words of Matthew's Gospel- "and Lo! there appeared a choir of heavenly hosts..." in years hence- this....
Oh, yes this one's gonna break hearts someday- or have HIS own broken by one pretty face after another, out in the world, gliding about on their sets of 10 ft. legs. He absolutely adores pretty women. He was sitting there in his pink, fake fur Sesame Street chair, with a flocked red Santa hat on his head and his chubby cheeks all balled up in apple glee, watching his own version of angels- bless his little hetero 3 1/2 year old heart. LOL!
Kay is precociously well-behaved for one and a half. When she started to fuss at about 9:00 this evening, I asked her, "Do you want to go to bed?"- she nodded her head 'yes'- and did! And nary a peep out of her other than the occasional coos and snippets of Kay-song I heard from her room-- a dreamboat, that one. Whose newest word, by the way, is the charming 'poop poop'- very PROUD she is of that too. (*Oh! and an update on 'the tooth' [mine]: reglued, after pushing it out in my sleep last night but right now....still in.)
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The front tooth is back out. LOL!...not much longevity to the repairs I do, but it'll have to suffice for the time being. Last night went to Holly's for her dinner party, and at least I could chew and smile for that. Wayne and I did our grocery shopping, then he went directly home. He's better, but still in that limbo-like place where it doesn't feel like he's better because the sickness has sapped so much energy from the core, and he sort of floats ghostlike through the days. Have you ever had one of those illnesses lasted a few weeks? It makes the body feel unreal, and life like the dream you always knew it was, but in those times it actually feels like it....
I bought a DVD at the grocery store: "The Worst of American Idol"- and I watched that by myself and cringed my way through it, alternately laughing- gap-toothed mouth open in disbelief- and just feeling sorry for those poor, untalented hopefuls. I never watch the show, but I think Simon has taken a bad rap for his truthfulness. I saw no meanness in him, just weariness and long-suffering patience. I can't even imagine the stream of crazies he gets filing in front of him at those endless auditions. I mean, how many ways can you say, "No, you haven't got it," look at faces that are alternately angry, incredulous, or just plain scary in the way they glare back, and keep what I thought was an amazing amount of sincere truthfulness and yes- some definite, well- 'sadness'. Strange show. They all want to sing like Mariah Carey and 99 percent of them are awful at it.
Off I go to glue my tooth in once again and take my mother out for a bite- and get her shopping squared away for the week. Wish me luck with the Eat'n Park potato soup and salad. I think I'm gonna need it......
December 17, 2006 9:30pm
Well, the Steelers won- after crapping out in so many games in a row, so my 86 year old mother was in a much better mood on this Sunday's "shopping/eating-out" excursion. They were ahead about 30 points when I got there, so it was safe to pry her loose from the television. Who knows......
if they continue not to embarrass themselves, and it stops her from throwing her shopping cart around like it's a juggernaut, mumbling under her breath and shooting nail-gun looks at people, she may just get to keep the decorative addition to her apartment front without entirely losing face.
December 19, 2006~ 11:30pm
I watched the grandkids tonight while my daughter and her husband went out for dinner. We ate "Kid's Cuisine" frozen dinners (with the special "stars" to sprinkle over the hot chocolate pudding dessert- most important!) and we played with Tonka cement mixers- and Kay took her turn at being maternal by carrying her baby swaddled like the Christ child, in her arms (Bill pointed out the resemblence to me) and cooing to her. Sound of doves and comfort- they were very, very good, as it is wise for canny children to be, the week before Christmas...lol. We watched Charlie Brown - (Bill became 'Charlie', and I was the designated Snoopy WWI flying Ace) - all TV shows have to be simultaneously acted out in the living room, even as they are unfolding on the tube.
This became quite interesting when I was flipping channels, and the strains of Depeche Mode's "reach out and touch faith..." filled the room for just mere seconds, and Bill was ON IT! For those two or three people who follow this weblog, you will recall Bill's fixation on this rock group- believing he will grow up to be Andrew Fletcher, the main singer. This is odd certainly- at 3 1/2- but now I'm afraid that someday when he hears the beautiful words of Matthew's Gospel- "and Lo! there appeared a choir of heavenly hosts..." in years hence- this....
Oh, yes this one's gonna break hearts someday- or have HIS own broken by one pretty face after another, out in the world, gliding about on their sets of 10 ft. legs. He absolutely adores pretty women. He was sitting there in his pink, fake fur Sesame Street chair, with a flocked red Santa hat on his head and his chubby cheeks all balled up in apple glee, watching his own version of angels- bless his little hetero 3 1/2 year old heart. LOL!
Kay is precociously well-behaved for one and a half. When she started to fuss at about 9:00 this evening, I asked her, "Do you want to go to bed?"- she nodded her head 'yes'- and did! And nary a peep out of her other than the occasional coos and snippets of Kay-song I heard from her room-- a dreamboat, that one. Whose newest word, by the way, is the charming 'poop poop'- very PROUD she is of that too. (*Oh! and an update on 'the tooth' [mine]: reglued, after pushing it out in my sleep last night but right now....still in.)
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