August 9, 2003
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Average Morning:
Get up between 7 and 8. Get booted out of the bed by my son, who wants to share our bed, but apparently not with me. Let the dog out to pee. Go to couch and try to catch a few more Z's. Let dog back inside. Get ousted from the couch from kid, who now wants to watch a movie. Start movie, then go to kitchen make kid breakfast, and then make tea and toast for myself. Escape to computer (upstairs) for a few minutes, before kid realizes where I am. "Can I come upstairs with you, Mommy?". "Sure!".
Check e-mail (not much these days). Read about Pamamama's latest catch. Try to think of clever things to fill my own blog. Back downstairs, doing the dishes while listening to Mark and Brian on the radio. Get ready for nail appoitment. This is my day off.
Today: I have to take G. to Gresham, where he's meeting up with the drummer/manager of the Rock and Roll Legends band that he's playing keyboards for this weekend. He won't be back til MONDAY. Whew... that's kind of a trip. Litterally. Tonight I'm going out to dinner with my folks and one of my brothers and his Fiance. Should be nice...Italian.YUM!!
Yesterday, I woke up so stiff and crabby, I couldn't stand it anymore. Called mom (where else can you turn when your desperate?...she's always there for me!! Thanks mom!) and told her my woe's of the bed I'm sleeping in....(waterbed, very uncomfortable, belongs to G. who won't - WON'T give it up for ANY reason...*grump*grump*). She took me to the local matress store and ordered me a new matress for my side of the bed! HURRAY!!! The idea is that I take the water Bladder out of my side and replace it with the REAL matress...the Festival Plush! Hurray for me!!! Next week I shall be FREE from that awful bed! FREE AT LAST!!
Comments (1)
L. has a fiancee??!? does he REALLY? oh, my!! i MUST meet her! *evil, older sister-type cackling*
i love yer li'l bro. he is awesome. i just have to meet the hippie chick that is in the groove with him.
and the BED! please, please tell me you have installed the bed properly now and you're sleeping on it. please, please tell me that, because i would hate to think you're suffering any longer than absolutely necessary.
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