Archive for July, 2008
The air-conditioning in my building isn’t working. It is hot in here. I can’t work under these sweltering conditions. I think I will register a complaint.
I even tried listening to Christmas songs to think cooler. It didn’t work, however, Patty Loveless singing Silent Night , Ella singing Baby, It’s Cold Outisde and Nat singing The Christmas Song is still excellent candy for the ears, even in July, nonetheless.
This was the Grand Finale that the Manchild and his cousin did. The Drama Queen did not appreciate my rendition of Stars & Stripes whilst it was going off. “You’re NOT funny”. I wasn’t trying to be funny. Someday she’s gonna do the same thing and her 14 year old daughter will hopefully say the same thing to her.
Speaking of the kids…you might be able to see them on CMT this weekend. They were part of a tv taping with their Grandma and it’s airing all weekend intermittently.
We ran into the Wentworth Girls on the Streets of Indian Lake and had prayer right there. We prayed that their Mama wasn’t spending too much of money in Ann Taylor. Heh.
Them girls…are not right.
I’m still pinching myself that I actually went to San Antonio over the weekend. That trip was so good for me in so many different ways…I haven’t even been able to process it all yet.
I have some great cousins. They’re all a good bit older than me and most of them, I keep in fairly close contact with through email and a family website I started, gosh, about 6 years ago now. There’s nothing like face-to-face contact though and I had some great conversations with most of them. I’m gonna have to do posts on all of them individually cause they’re cool people.
Ron (I don’t reckon nobody calls him Ronnie no more unless theys kin) and my Dad were a close Uncle/Nephew unit. Ron told the story of how Dad took him to, I guess it was the airport, to leave for Viet Nam. He could barely get the words out, telling it the story. He was saying how Dad had only known my mother a short time at that point and as they rode in the care, he was raving about this wonderful woman in his life.
Ron also told of how when he returned from Viet Nam, Dad was there to meet him. Dad met him in the street, physically picked Ron up, and they stood there, in the middle of the street, hugging and crying. That’s a mental picture that brings tears to my eyes everytime I think about it.
Ron also reminds me a ton of my Dad. How they talk…other mannerisms. Did my heart a ton of good to see him and his wonderful wife, Nancy (get it, Ron & Nancy? Heh) his daughter Katie and her two kids, who I totally fell in love with and of course…his wonderful son, Michael.
had not seen Katie since she was about the same age as her son…about 4. Ron and Katie’s mother divorced many years ago and they moved to Oklahoma. We never were in San Antonio at the same time. I watched Katie go from a little girl to a grown up lady through photographs. She’s quite beautiful and a great mom to Isabella and Trace. One of the most laidback moms of young children I’ve ever seen…very patient.