Wednesday, August 27, 2008
But I woke up realizing I didn't know where the shirt was, and that I needed it today but it's buried in the avalanche of moving.
If I could find it I'd have it on.
I'm both fascinated and annoyed with Wikipedia's summary of events. I guess all events become just factual....the emotions fade and drift and it all boils down to just the XYZ of the post-mortem examination of the tragedy itself.
When trying to decide what to say today to honor my friend who is gone, I realized that what I said last year was probably best......
I have put a lot of thought into what I was going to say today.
I didn't really come up with anything good.
I feel it's more important to make sure whatever occupies this space is about Bobby, not about me, and I think I'm too deeply engrossed in my own selfish grief to honestly write something like that.
But Porter helped me out. He sent me an email and said:
I need to send you a few “Bobbyisms”……
-Bacon and cheese make all food better
-Sometimes you gotta choke somebody to make an example for the rest of the team
-You try to sleep with every girl you date. If she does it, she is a whore, don’t go out with her again. If she won’t sleep with you, she has potential.
-You never drink lemon-lime Gatorade…especially if it’s warm.
-Rubbing someone’s ear can make anything better. Especially if they are virgin (un-pierced) ears.
-You know you’re team is going to have a good year if they have a few thugs playing for them. If you have too many “nice guys” your team is gonna suck.
-Michael Jackson is innocent.
Which reminded me that Bobby was one of the first people who didn't stare at me like I was insane when I told him I was going to name my son Louis. His response was "Oh HELL yeah, you gotta call him Louie. Because Louie is a guy who will always pick up the round when it's his turn."
We miss you man.
I miss you.
*** Post Script - my husband went through boxes in the garage until he found Bobby's shirt.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Get some boxes unpacked. Get some stuff put away. Run the sweeper. Some very BASIC maintenance life items would get done.
When I awoke, it was a torrential downpour.
That was the first sign.
The boy woke up chipper though - I was lulled by his optimistic Kindergartner enthusiasm. It was Math Day, it was taco day......there was Arthur on the PBS and Apple Jacks for breakfast....really life was putzing along well.
We drove to the bus stop vs walk because the hill we normally walk up was a raging river of water (this was the NEXT SIGN). We stood under a big over sized umbrella from and old job of mine, and he marveled at how well it kept the rain off of us. His exuberance,even in the face of such a gloomy day,threw me and my sense of a bad day to the wayside.
But then I should've known that other people's joy can't over ride the inevitable....so (later that morning) when I took that step....
and missed the second stair.....
and fell down the stairs of my house barely missing a twin who was right in front of me and whom would have been seriously injured had I actually slammed into him......
THEN I KNEW.
Yeah, it was going to be a crummy day.
The husband was my knight, basically having to haul me back up the stairs and put me into bed after having fetched me both Tylenol and a maxi pad (yeah he's totally sweet like that) and I crawled into bed to cry myself to sleep.
I think I bruised my tailbone as I can sit on it but it hurts and I'm all sore and miserable.
At the end of the day the oldest boy was told in class about signing up for boy scouts by his teacher, which totally delighted him, only to find out when he went to sign up that he has to be in FIRST GRADE. Which then crushed him and broke his sweet little heart and he spent the rest of the night moping and being sad.
It's 10:54 PM.
This day can go ahead and close. This family has had enough.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Because he's away, making his own decisions, choosing his own path and we're endlessly probing to find out what sort of choices he's making.
Especially at lunch.
We ask every day and find out what he had (his school has a really wonderful set of choices daily) and it's always interesting, the choices he makes. For instance, today he selected to have an omelet and a muffin.
As we're marveling at the wonder of his new found independence, where he not WE choose his foods, we ask him "Now - are you sure you're making sure you're eating some fruits and vegetables every day?"
And he shakes his head in the affirmative, "Yes I have fresh fruit everyday."
"And vegetables? Are you eating SOME vegetables - finding some you like?"
"Well you SEE..." he explains slyly. "They don't actually SERVE Vegetables at my school.........."
It must feel pretty good.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My roses are right by my front door - it's an nice tall plant and didn't look ALL that healthy until the past few days when suddenly it's started blooming (I HAVE been feeding it coffee grounds - though). I just felt like banana peels rotting right outside my front door might not be the way to go in this neighborhood.
My first rose was in full bloom the morning we walked out the door for our first day of Kindergarten. Which I felt was rather fun and lovely.
At this time I've got three more blooms getting ready to open and I couldn't be more pleased except that.......
Something is eating my roses.
The leaves are all holey and nibbled at - and one of my new blooms that is JUST peeking out has black spots on it. Almost ALL of them have had something taking very healthy bites out of the leaves.
It's not APHIDS (my grandmother's nemesis) because you can SEE Aphids.
So then - WHAT is it? Ideas?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
we now have another hole.
In the shape of a four year old's head.
You see, Baby Birth of Cool was ascending the stairs yesterday, and being a bad parent I was talking to him at the top........and he paid more attention to me than walking up.......and tumbled down them.
And put his head RIGHT THROUGH THE DRYWALL.
Yup, you heard me. His head went INTO and THROUGH the drywall making a nice round HOLE at the landing of my stairs.
He cried, had a bit of a boohoo. I cried, because I was relieved he broke the wall and not his neck.
And now, I have one more hole in the wall.
Next person who says money pit gets a boot to the head.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
And took out the spots that were causing us to get stuck. (that is the ceiling over the turn in my stairs pictured below).
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Don't be fooled - it's a big truck.
My husband asked me I could drive it, and I said yes. He didn't ask me if I had EVER driven one this big - and I had not. He also didn't ask me if I could back it up. Which I barely could. Jeeez.
And just one more pic to scare you - this is my garage ......
There were THREE full truck loads.
And so much love to my wonderful husband, who moved our entire lives including furniture weighing hundreds of pounds - basically by himself - doing 99.999% of the work........I love you baby thank you.
This is him - with the LAST BOX. And this was the LEAST amount he sweated during the process. He worked so hard, it scared me a little - I've NEVER seen anyone move so much alone.
And of course the kid had to have a shot with the truck. This picture was his idea, so I had to share it because it cracked me up a bit.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Seriously, I hope I win.
Click on it, you won't be sorry.
Friday, August 08, 2008
- Our Box Springs won't go up the stairs. For any reason.
- We tore up the corner bead trying to get it up.
- We tore up the foyer wooden floor with the piano.
- The tape I used to keep things closed took the finish off my antiques
- We accidentally put the piano through the living room wall, nice hole.
- I am sleeping on a mattress on the floor.
- I drank coffee out of a glass bcse I couldn't find coffee cups.
- I had to serve food that could only be eaten or town with your hands bcse I couldn't find a knife or forks.
- We have hours more work left to do that must happen tonight. Including moving heavy furniture.
I have never been so happy in all my life.
Send money. :)
Sunday, August 03, 2008
But I was wrong to think that way.
Sometimes you have to take a deep breath, and know that
Dreams can come true.
And that if you are willing to work very hard, and change your life in ways you never imagined...you can have not only what you need......but also what you want.
Little Pink Houses, for you and me.
Here's to the survival of the American Family, despite Bushanomics.