Hot dang, I wish I were on the lake in the boat!
It is a gorgeous day here in North Texas. It is 81* degrees here. Perfect boating weather, I might add.
I wish I had a picture handy, but I don't.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Time for sadness
My mother-in-law's sister, Bev, died a few days ago. She'd been fighting lung cancer for the past year or so along with several maladies.
It was somewhat of a surprise in-so-far as she'd been making plans with her grand kids for the summer, so it seemed like she was feeling all right.
I'm not sure of any particulars at the moment like how she died or when the funeral is, but my mother-in-law is obviously grieving the loss of her sister.
Bev and her family lived in California so the kids and I won't be attending. Not sure about hubby, at the moment, though. He may go for his mom.
It was somewhat of a surprise in-so-far as she'd been making plans with her grand kids for the summer, so it seemed like she was feeling all right.
I'm not sure of any particulars at the moment like how she died or when the funeral is, but my mother-in-law is obviously grieving the loss of her sister.
Bev and her family lived in California so the kids and I won't be attending. Not sure about hubby, at the moment, though. He may go for his mom.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Oh, dear...not again...
When will the girls in my family learn?
I got a call from my youngest sister on Tuesday. Which is rare enough, but she's very random that way. As soon as I heard her voice, nervous, scared, worried (all shades of the same thing, I realize), I knew.
She's pregnant. About seven weeks. Due on--of all days--the (first) anniversary of our daddy's death.
Oh, boy.
So what the problem you might ask? My mom knows, but I'll share with the rest of you (two) readers...
I had my first baby three months short of my twentieth birthday. Not so bad, but I really shouldn't have been having a kid at that point. Not married, no job, living at home, going to community college. My daughter's father stepped up and we moved in together and he supported us. I didn't finish school. Anyway, not the point.
My oldest younger sister got pregnant in high school. Had her first daughter in January of her senior year. To her credit she did graduate. But she didn't learn what caused it and was the mother of four (all girls) by age twenty-three.
Now our youngest sister will be twenty in July. Not so bad, but let's see...baby of four kids (five if you count me as the much older half-sister), immature, living at home. Granted, she has a job and is attending school, but still...
Sigh...
I hope and pray the cycle breaks with my own daughters, as well as my sister's girls. My girls are 22- and 20-years-old. So far, so good. Every week, month, year is a milestone. I've told them both again, begged them both to take precautions. I don't want grand kids. The oldest doesn't seem interested in having kids, although my younger daughter does. She told me last night she wasn't having kids without a husband. I hope that holds true.
So back to this new baby...I don't want it to be a boy. For selfish reasons, really. Petty reasons. I don't want her naming the kid after Dad. But I don't want it to be a girl because...well, yeah...
I got a call from my youngest sister on Tuesday. Which is rare enough, but she's very random that way. As soon as I heard her voice, nervous, scared, worried (all shades of the same thing, I realize), I knew.
She's pregnant. About seven weeks. Due on--of all days--the (first) anniversary of our daddy's death.
Oh, boy.
So what the problem you might ask? My mom knows, but I'll share with the rest of you (two) readers...
I had my first baby three months short of my twentieth birthday. Not so bad, but I really shouldn't have been having a kid at that point. Not married, no job, living at home, going to community college. My daughter's father stepped up and we moved in together and he supported us. I didn't finish school. Anyway, not the point.
My oldest younger sister got pregnant in high school. Had her first daughter in January of her senior year. To her credit she did graduate. But she didn't learn what caused it and was the mother of four (all girls) by age twenty-three.
Now our youngest sister will be twenty in July. Not so bad, but let's see...baby of four kids (five if you count me as the much older half-sister), immature, living at home. Granted, she has a job and is attending school, but still...
Sigh...
I hope and pray the cycle breaks with my own daughters, as well as my sister's girls. My girls are 22- and 20-years-old. So far, so good. Every week, month, year is a milestone. I've told them both again, begged them both to take precautions. I don't want grand kids. The oldest doesn't seem interested in having kids, although my younger daughter does. She told me last night she wasn't having kids without a husband. I hope that holds true.
So back to this new baby...I don't want it to be a boy. For selfish reasons, really. Petty reasons. I don't want her naming the kid after Dad. But I don't want it to be a girl because...well, yeah...
Monday, April 5, 2010
It's that time of year...
Spring
Spring is okay. Not my favorite season of the year, but I do enjoy watching the grass turn green, the leaves bud, the flowers bloom. I enjoy that I don't have to run the heat any longer, and I can enjoy a month or two of low electricity costs.
I don't enjoy the rain--well, I enjoy the rain--what I don't enjoy is the warm/cold/humid/warm/cold/humid roller coaster that is Texas spring weather. It wreaks havoc on my poor knees.
I don't enjoy the mud that comes from all the rain that my big dogs are determined to bring into the house.
I don't enjoy the sticking doors from the humidity. I don't enjoy my kids whining that it's hot when really it's just humid and how many times do I have to tell them it's *NOT* hot, it's just humid and to go take some clothes off because I am *NOT* turning on the A/C just yet.
I'm really not crabby, it just seems like it. ;)
On the other hand, I went to the library on Saturday and found a series of books featuring men in uniform--my very favorite kind of hero. And these guys are hot, hot, hot!
Read any good books lately?
Spring is okay. Not my favorite season of the year, but I do enjoy watching the grass turn green, the leaves bud, the flowers bloom. I enjoy that I don't have to run the heat any longer, and I can enjoy a month or two of low electricity costs.
I don't enjoy the rain--well, I enjoy the rain--what I don't enjoy is the warm/cold/humid/warm/cold/humid roller coaster that is Texas spring weather. It wreaks havoc on my poor knees.
I don't enjoy the mud that comes from all the rain that my big dogs are determined to bring into the house.
I don't enjoy the sticking doors from the humidity. I don't enjoy my kids whining that it's hot when really it's just humid and how many times do I have to tell them it's *NOT* hot, it's just humid and to go take some clothes off because I am *NOT* turning on the A/C just yet.
I'm really not crabby, it just seems like it. ;)
On the other hand, I went to the library on Saturday and found a series of books featuring men in uniform--my very favorite kind of hero. And these guys are hot, hot, hot!
Read any good books lately?
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, Monday...
The week and the day was to start off on a pretty promising note.
We were going to pick up a sizable check from a client and our immediate pressing financial worries would be temporarily checked.
The weekend was beautiful *and* productive. Our backyard jungle was returned to it's state as a backyard with a lawn--well, lawn is a relative term as any real grass has been taken over by weeds. But it looks fine when it's mowed, and as long as it's green...
Our patio was cleared of all the random debris and weeds, and hubby and I tried to enjoy an al fresco breakfast but it was a might too chilly for him.
Huh? What? He was too cold? That's an amazing turn of events as it's usually me trembling with bird-chillies. I must be approaching "the change."
The weather in general is bright and sunny, but still cool. Perfect camping weather.
But this morning at 6:45 we get a call from one of our best clients--their building was broken into and their server and five of their PCs were stolen. So now we are on high alert to turn around a new server, five PCs, and find their data from backups and get them up and running.
Chaos! I hate chaos. Meanwhile, all our other plans get pushed to the wayside. On a positive note, we're making a decent chuck of change as we can charge priority rates, and insurance should pay for it all.
We were going to pick up a sizable check from a client and our immediate pressing financial worries would be temporarily checked.
The weekend was beautiful *and* productive. Our backyard jungle was returned to it's state as a backyard with a lawn--well, lawn is a relative term as any real grass has been taken over by weeds. But it looks fine when it's mowed, and as long as it's green...
Our patio was cleared of all the random debris and weeds, and hubby and I tried to enjoy an al fresco breakfast but it was a might too chilly for him.
Huh? What? He was too cold? That's an amazing turn of events as it's usually me trembling with bird-chillies. I must be approaching "the change."
The weather in general is bright and sunny, but still cool. Perfect camping weather.
But this morning at 6:45 we get a call from one of our best clients--their building was broken into and their server and five of their PCs were stolen. So now we are on high alert to turn around a new server, five PCs, and find their data from backups and get them up and running.
Chaos! I hate chaos. Meanwhile, all our other plans get pushed to the wayside. On a positive note, we're making a decent chuck of change as we can charge priority rates, and insurance should pay for it all.
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