Well, it's 4 a.m.
And I've been wide awake for about three hours.
I got all my ribbons pressed. And cards printed for them.
I have no idea what I will wear to this service for Mr. Neighbor's brother. Combat boots, long john pants and a t-shirt I got free at the Survival Center advertising something about disabilities with a hole in it (thankfully, the hole might go unnoticed if I stand or sit just so)?
I sure hope my car makes it down there. It still has not passed the inspection, but Ernie (of Ernie's Garage) gave me his card and said if we get pulled over to have them call him. He'll at least let them know that the car is and has been (for a good many months now) worked on. Thankfully, when my AAA expired, I had the funds to renew it, so it can be towed 100 miles. Not sure where that might land us if we are in southern Connecticut, but I'm going to try to not worry myself with that now.
For a week or two, Jessica has been begging me to get a Yahoo! Messenger account so she could send real-time webcam images of herself and the boys. Of course, I jumped at this. I hate the idea of instant messaging, I hate the idea of Yahoo! anything, but if I can see Jessica and the grandgoobers, I'm all over it. So I signed up. (And every time I log on, I get this crap smiley-faced messenger setup that I cannot for the life of me get rid of.) Anyway, I got to see the grandgoobers in real time yesterday. (I, of course, wanted to bawl my eyes out.) Cody always thought it was so fun to show me his belly.
Exhibit A.
So I asked Cody and Conner to show me their bellies. Instead, I got a cam full of underpants. They were pretty darned proud that they were now in underpants. After a good dose of underpants, I told Jessica that was enough. I didn't need to see underpants, no matter if they had Spiderman on them or not. She told them to get down from the table and talk to grandma in the camera. But, no, they still wanted to show off their underpants.
We (Jessica and I) talked for a bit while the cam was on. Mom came into the room and started yelping about the potential cost of being on the cam. If you knew anything about my mom, you would know she could not care less about the cost of anything. Her yelping was simply over the fact that Jessica and I and the grandgoobers were having fun.
I haven't talked to Mom in at least a month or two. She has something against me. She's mad as a hornet for some reason. Maybe it was that I confronted her over something she had said. Maybe it's the stress of their house burning to the ground. Maybe it's having Jessica and the grandgoobers there. (Although she once said that she's not letting them move out, because she loves having them there so much.) Maybe it's a big combination of things. I'm not sure. Anyway, after a bit of brewing and stewing, I decided I wanted to clear the air. So I called her. Madam Chipper she was. So glad to hear from me. Oh, she just didn't know about technology and she didn't want to get a $100 bill for my viewing the grandgoobers' underpants. She'll gladly spend a jillion dollars for certain things, but for me to get a chance to see the grandgoobers in real time? Forget it.
It's now 4:17 a.m. Maybe I can sleep?
I got all my ribbons pressed. And cards printed for them.
I have no idea what I will wear to this service for Mr. Neighbor's brother. Combat boots, long john pants and a t-shirt I got free at the Survival Center advertising something about disabilities with a hole in it (thankfully, the hole might go unnoticed if I stand or sit just so)?
I sure hope my car makes it down there. It still has not passed the inspection, but Ernie (of Ernie's Garage) gave me his card and said if we get pulled over to have them call him. He'll at least let them know that the car is and has been (for a good many months now) worked on. Thankfully, when my AAA expired, I had the funds to renew it, so it can be towed 100 miles. Not sure where that might land us if we are in southern Connecticut, but I'm going to try to not worry myself with that now.
For a week or two, Jessica has been begging me to get a Yahoo! Messenger account so she could send real-time webcam images of herself and the boys. Of course, I jumped at this. I hate the idea of instant messaging, I hate the idea of Yahoo! anything, but if I can see Jessica and the grandgoobers, I'm all over it. So I signed up. (And every time I log on, I get this crap smiley-faced messenger setup that I cannot for the life of me get rid of.) Anyway, I got to see the grandgoobers in real time yesterday. (I, of course, wanted to bawl my eyes out.) Cody always thought it was so fun to show me his belly.
Exhibit A.
So I asked Cody and Conner to show me their bellies. Instead, I got a cam full of underpants. They were pretty darned proud that they were now in underpants. After a good dose of underpants, I told Jessica that was enough. I didn't need to see underpants, no matter if they had Spiderman on them or not. She told them to get down from the table and talk to grandma in the camera. But, no, they still wanted to show off their underpants.
We (Jessica and I) talked for a bit while the cam was on. Mom came into the room and started yelping about the potential cost of being on the cam. If you knew anything about my mom, you would know she could not care less about the cost of anything. Her yelping was simply over the fact that Jessica and I and the grandgoobers were having fun.
I haven't talked to Mom in at least a month or two. She has something against me. She's mad as a hornet for some reason. Maybe it was that I confronted her over something she had said. Maybe it's the stress of their house burning to the ground. Maybe it's having Jessica and the grandgoobers there. (Although she once said that she's not letting them move out, because she loves having them there so much.) Maybe it's a big combination of things. I'm not sure. Anyway, after a bit of brewing and stewing, I decided I wanted to clear the air. So I called her. Madam Chipper she was. So glad to hear from me. Oh, she just didn't know about technology and she didn't want to get a $100 bill for my viewing the grandgoobers' underpants. She'll gladly spend a jillion dollars for certain things, but for me to get a chance to see the grandgoobers in real time? Forget it.
It's now 4:17 a.m. Maybe I can sleep?