From Jamie to Kelly with Love

I heart Kelly. And I heart Reba. And I just found this lovely song and this lovely song and now I love them even more.

Let's see. Where did I leave off last week? I had a really good time hanging out with my family. I only wish we could do it under better circumstances. I saw Evan, Jess' new son, on Tuesday. He's so alert! And so adorable! I figured out how the girl in my last post fit into my life 10 years ago. She is the cousin to one of my good friends from that period. I used to love waiting on her grandparents at the restaurant.

The biggest surprise of last week was the funeral. It was led by a married couple: male and female preachers. Although I can't say that it was particular moving (thank God the bagpipes weren't there this time... I would have been a mess). I was truly inspired by the presence and leadership of a woman in the Episcopal church. I almost wanted to go see them in action during a Sunday. Ok. Maybe just for a second. Moment passed. Maybe if they were lesbians?

It was also good to see my grandmother up moving around. At Nannie's funeral, I was worried about her being in a wheelchair. This time she was getting around A-OK. I'm hoping that the doctor's suggestion that Grandaddy should be getting more exercise is being taken seriously by both of them. I doubt it, but I hope so.

I'm thoughtful tonight. I have a date tomorrow night that I am really excited about. I can't wait to go to Martha's Vineyard with Jules and Rach. I'm going to go zone out now to VMars, Season 2. Have I mentioned my love of TV on DVD?

Home Sweet Home

I was delayed in my trip home today because of a sick mommy (not mine, one of Em's). I am anxious to see Jess and Mr. Evan, her 5 day old son. Guess they'll wait till Tuesday!

I hung out with my hippie, Geo, Kev, and cute Marky Mark tonight. It was a good night.

I was recognized by a lovely young lady from the shore, who works at Austin. I didn't recognize her at first, and when I finally did... I think she is crying in my flashback. NO GOOD. Did I make her cry????? She remembered me without fail. She is 5 years younger that I am, I think. We worked together at the diner that has so many happy and sad memories that go along with it. I remember her lovely face (that hasn't changed a bit in 8+ years), why can't I remember details about our relationship/friendship? I only hope that it was a good one.

I get to go drop off rent now- since Larry (or Lisa) was kind enough to drop off their contribution on the DAY that it's due. I'm tired. I want to sleep. I'm a little buzzed. I have to get up at 8am. It's 20 of 2am now. Blegh.

Just a couple more days and hopefully my life will be back to normal. Kinda. Hopefully.

Mr Maxwell

My great-grandfather passed away today. I realise how lucky I am to have had him for 29 years. He made me want to go to Scotland, and it gave me the greatest pleasure to share with him my adventures from the homeland (heh).

I would like people to stop dying now, please and thank you.

Grandparents

Quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen happened last weekend. My parents pure love toward their grandson. My Mom loves him in the overly aggressive "give me my grandbaby!" way. My Dad loves him in the "is he awake yet so I can play with him????" way.

My heart overflows with joy and love.


In other news, I wish my sister were happy. I wish my mistakes could be an example for her. I wish she were smarter in her quest for respect in this crazy game of becoming an adult. I wish she would get her ass home and talk to our parents.

I wish my grandmother were still around to yell at her.

And to see her great grandson(s).

And to yell at me too.

I think I love this woman

From a Newsweek article regarding Nannies:

So much of their job, frankly, is the care and feeding of the mother.

This completely describes my job at the office, my job at the restaurant, and sometimes my adventures in babysitting.

I'm going to start sitting for another family in two weeks. I will miss my little Teddy, but I now have a 3 year old on Mondays. Fun! The mom of the 3 year old actually offered me a nanny share with another family. Which would total 45 hours a week pay, but only be 30 hours a week of work. I don't think it will work out, but WOW! Hello kids! Good bye sleeping in.

Sigh.