Tuesday, November 17, 2009
And today it's Tuesday. I'm dying to see the twins, but Eli wants to be there when I see them. AARRGGHHH. But I understand...he wants to see my reaction to how gargantuan they've become and that's cool. I told him I could just run over and hang out with Abbykins and the kids and wait for him to come home, but he said, "Well....I kinda want to be there when you see them"....awwwww....I think that's cute. So...I'm going to see them this week for sure. I love Eli...my baby boy....THE BABY....that kid had to be cut from my hips....he was stuck to me for the first year and a half of his life. Yeesh....And now? Now he's a successful business man, homeowner, husband and father. Good boy.
It's "Michigan" week here. The Buckeyes are battling the blue up north on Saturday, but since we're already going to the Rose Bowl, people are wondering if it's anticlimactic. It'll pick up!!!! This town is crazy over the Bucks....carazy.
I finished my last term paper of the quarter and some other academic obligations and came over to my niece's house (she's the kindest human on the planet) and uploaded everything to my classroom. YAY!!!! That was hanging over my head.
Mom's taking her driving test, so everyone is waiting to hear about THAT. This is a huge day for her....so....................we're waiting.............
I think my sister Steph and I are taking her to lunch, regardless of how it goes....just because....She a tad obsessed with that McRib sandwich from McDonald's right now, so we'll go there....
I keeping wanting to purchase some groceries and cook mom dinner, but she only likes "noshes" for dinner, which means "snacks". It also means she likes to get sandwiches for dinner. It would be so much less expensive if she would allow me to cook but at almost 90....huh uh....I am NOT changing her mind....she brags about eating cookies for dinner if she wants to...BRAGS!!!! Who am I kidding about schooling her on nutrition? She's almost 90!
Yeesh. I can lecture her to kingdom come and all she has to do is stare at me and say, "I'm 90", what's the point?" and she's absolutely right. When they removed her skin cancers (when she lived in Florida), I heard that she was back out by the pool sunbathing. At the time she was about 83. I said, "Mother, you still have the bandages on from the surgery. Why are you out in the sun?" She said, "Debbie, those cancers took 20 years to grow. Do you think I'm going to live to be 103 and be around for the next crop?" How does one argue with that? Her mind was made up. I don't like arguing with my mom anyway. Heck, I have her car keys in my purse and I already feel guilty. I feel like I'm hiding pot in my bedroom. It's 1973 all over again. And for the record, I never hid pot in my bedroom. It wasn't mine anyway. It was that weird girl that my brother, David, was dating.
That's what's happening today.