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Today my third oldest daughter graduated with her masters degree from the University of Phoenix. Because the college has branches all over the place, she chose to walk in Baton Rouge, just one hour from my sister’s house. How sweet is that, to have her big day far from her classmates so that I could spend time with my sister? I have great kids. It was a crazy day, 850 graduates each of which had about 5 family members in attendance. It took forever to get through everyone, but Pap and I sure are proud of her.
Since my last post Baby Preslie has begun to eat, but still weighs only 12 pounds at 6 months old. She’s the cutest little Tinker Belle baby, big blue eyes, a pair of dimples. The doctor is not worried about her lack of progress in the outward development stage. She can roll from her back to her stomach and that is it. Apparently, all her energy is dedicated to developing that digest system, lungs and other internal organs. I don’t wish premature babies on anyone. But as regards Pres…all is well. She’s growing and thriving, just slowly.
Pap had a minor heart attack on Easter Sunday brought about because of a blocked artery. He had new stints put in and is back in physical therapy. That caused some havoc around the old homestead, so I still don’t have my business plan finished so I can go to the bank. Grrr…I’m not mad at him, but sheesh, I’d just like to catch a break once in a while. I’m sure he would too.
Rehearsals for the “spring” play are now rehearsals for the “summer” play, because in addition to Pap’s set back (he plays Grover in this production) we lost our director, Alice. Alice is one of those people that make the world a better place. She is lovely, kind and has the greatest sense of humor. Right now she has both a tumor and a lesion on her liver. We’re so worried about her. While she waits for test results and some kind of news on what the doctors are planning to do about this illness, she gets weaker and weaker. Pray for her please.
Holy cow it has been crazy busy around here!
I’ve been working feverishly on the business. Daughter and I met with an advisor from the small business administration to review our business plan, loan options, what ever other help the SBDA will send our way. That was interesting. She’s very nice, and she has a ton of experience with everything except kids. Kids have quite a lot to do with our new business so we spent tons of time trying not to roll our eyes at her outdated and inappropriate ideas. We meet again next week so I have been feverishly drawing, painting and writing up the details of no fail business and why we’re fabulously qualified to run it. Trademark stuff is still not back, and it’s just killing me not to post the pictures and details.
Baby Preslie has gurd. Apparently that is a intestinal problem she will eventually outgrow. In the mean time, she cries after every bottle and that is only when one of us can get her to drink a bottle. Poor little thing. But here she is, looking so much healthier than she looked at birth. She’s up to a whopping 8 pounds, most of it to her sweet little cheeks.
In 2012 Pap and I will gain two new grandchildren. The first, Preslie, you’ve already met. She’s doing smashingly well, by the way, growing and changing every day. This summer, another daughter will be having …drum roll please…our FIRST grandson!! Holy cow, 7 grandgirls and now a boy??? Who the heck will the poor little guy play with at family functions? I’m completely obsessed with shopping for tiny trucks and dinosaurs, button up shirts with khaki shorts. Pathetic.
In addition to writing a new Christmas play, working on a cemetery tour and finishing up my friends books for his ice cream truck…I’ve been assembling a business plan. Have you ever had in your life one of those moments when somebody says “Hey, you should….” whatever, and the cartoon light bulb pops up over your head? A suggestion that instantly starts your imagination racing, an idea that becomes so obsessive you sit up at night crunching numbers and making lists of people that might be able to help you? This is one of those times for me. A full circle experience. A business that will work better for me than anyone else simply because I’ve never been able to do just one thing because I was raising kids. Eight years as a non-commissioned officer in the Air Force – works. Twelve years in finance-works. A lifetime around community theater-works. Sew, knit, paint -works. Construction through our old house of perpetual remodeling-works. Freelance writer-works. Daycare operator and mother of many-WORKS!
Eventually I will write about this business but today I’m huddling under “if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” Usually, only you dearest blog neighbors drop by and visit. If I were to post all the details of my new business before I finish the trademark and patent work, some internet fluke would land my post on “freshly pressed” or you tube or something and the opportunity would be gone. So…care to guess how I’ll be making my living this time next year?
This should be an interesting day. Preslie made her entrance into the world last night before midnight, at 4:30 my phone is ringing. Hysterical daughter “can you or Dad come”. Apparently my son-in-law collapsed from exhaustion and is now in the emergency room. Katie is recovering from the c-section and Preslie, since she arrived a month early, is hooked up to a variety of machines, gadgets and other hospitally things. Pap is most experienced with hospitals and I’m most experienced with toddlers, so he’s dashed off to boss all the nurses around and I am home with Makenna, Katie’s almost 2 year old. Ugh.
As I type this, my youngest daughter (the one I usually call Princess), is having her second child. With complications. It’s maddening to sit at home waiting for news from her shy, beleaguered husband when every cell of my body is calling for action. But this is the way she wants it.
Her real name is Katherine, she’s a type A as you might have figured out if you’ve read this blog since I started it in 2006. She had no interest in filling her labor time with friends and family as is the modern custom. She likes that time to be spent quietly, with her husband, like we did in the 80’s. Toxic and ill through most of this pregnancy, after two days in the hospital they’ve now rushed her off for a c-section. Preslie Grace is six weeks early.
It isn’t unusual now days for babies to come early and show no side effects from the experience. I haven’t heard of anyone dieing in childbirth for many decades. But I can’t stand not knowing what’s going on in intimate detail. What’s going into her IV? What is her blood pressure? Let me see that read out from the fetal monitor….without the intimate details, I’m definitely worrying myself into a headache.
Today the extended clan gathered for our annual Christmas party. A weird event this gathering. With the exception of my own children, I only see these people once a year, at Christmas. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins…I know their names, I know their faces, but I can’t say I know them. It wasn’t always this way. We used to be a more tightly woven group. We got together for more holidays than just Christmas, had the occasional dinner together throughout the year, sent cards and letters, talked on the phone…but then our matriarch passed away and with her, our energy to stretch out beyond our immediate families and friends.
The fun has gone out of this party which leaves me two choices. Stop going, or attempt to pump the fun back into it.
While I won’t say 2010 was the worst year of my life (that honor goes to 1995), this year has sucked enough to nearly take over the title.
My husband, Pap, spent half the year in the hospital, lost a toe, and went sufficiently crazy to leave our marriage as strained and stretched as it’s ever been. My youngest daughter got married, pregnant, toxic and had a baby with colic and acid reflux. She screamed in High C for the first four months of her life. These events combined with my inability to get a job managed to drain our savings. So here we were living paycheck to paycheck when Pap totaled our car (you must look both ways before entering an intersection). That’s when he told me he hadn’t paid for the car insurance. Alrighty then, fast forward through the fines, tickets, and increased insurance premiums to the lawsuit by the driver’s insurance company. His hospital bills are costing us more than the car we had to pay for.
But it just gets better! Pap didn’t pay attention to the mail after his court appearance, his license was suspended and then he got a speeding ticket. The fun just never stops around here. We’re struggling to pay rent and utilities, daughter is struggling with credit cards and babysitting. They have a big house, sounds like a good idea to join forces, right? Well….it’s seventy degrees outside when we make this decision, snowing and below zero a few days later when we actually move. The men pile everything into the garage helter skelter because of the weather, two weeks before Christmas. I couldn’t find a change of clothes for days.
We survived all this, made it through Christmas and I was really beginning to think we’d slide out of 2010 with no further damage. I miss all my extracurriculars and being able to see my friends on a daily drop in basis , but all in all, the move was a good thing. That’s what I get for thinking….today, one of my daughter’s friends called frantic for a babysitter. In the process of bringing the toys, the food, the clothes, and the baby into the house, my dog ran for the hills. He’s never been gone this long. So right now, 2010 has made a clean sweep: my house, my lifestyle, and my dog. Pfffttt on this year, good riddance.