THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
Thanks to a very generous donation of some very, very, very special people who had some things fall into place we didn’t know would fall into place for sure or in time..
The Boy Is Going To Europe!!!!
The final payment is in hand, and he’ll turn it in on Monday. Thank you all so much – those who donated, who helped spread the word, who kept the good mojo thoughts flowing to make sure my boy got to go on this very special trip.
I love you all, and thank you, from the bottom of my very grateful mama heart!
All fixed. Literally. by Ace and Annabelle
Ace: So, Wednesday night, at 8pm, the worst thing in the WORLD happened.
Our FOOD DISH disappeared! And? Our WATER! And? all cups and bowls that might have had water in it! And the sink was drained! And the toilet covered!
AND THEY LOCKED THE BATHROOM DOOR when they SHOWERED! We were IN A PANIC! There was NO FOOD! There was NO WATER! We thought we were gonna DIE!
I showed our displeasure by taking the wet kitchen sponge and placing it ever so carefully in bed with Mom, down by her feet. She wasn’t amused. Served her right! WHERE WAS OUR FOOD?
Thursday morning, we were WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING before their very eyes, and she did the unthinkable. The box came out. Which meant we were going on a trip. Which meant we had to go see that fella who puts pokey things in us and nasty tasting stuff in our mouth. All we knew was this? Could NOT be good…
Annabelle tried to escape. I decided that I’d be good, and maybe Mom would let me out.
It didn’t work. Thursday morning she took us to that man and then? SHE LEFT US! They put us in cages and she LEFT US THERE! She didn’t come back until TODAY!
I can’t rightly remember what they did to us while we was sleepin, but our feets are sore, and Anna, she’s got a bare spot on her belly with threads to chew on. I didn’t get no threads to chew on, but man, do my balls ache! WAIT! WHERE’S MY BALLS?
But I’m happy happy happy to have mom back. I even manage to claw her with my back claws to let her know I still care, and still run the show. But mostly, I’m curled up on her feet, in her lap, on her keyboard, and loving her muchly so she won’t send us back there again! Cuz seriously. Ow.
Annabelle Says:
I’m not talking to you. I don’t love you anymore. I’M NOT HAPPY. NOT HAPPY JAN! And quit LOOKING at me like that! And Go Away! I hate you! I must lick my stitches now! And I hate the shredded paper in the cat box! AND I WILL PEE ON YOUR FLOOR TO SHOW MY DISPLEASURE! I won’t love you until Tomorrow. Maybe! Or maybe not even till AFTER THAT! But right now, GO AWAY!
PS: Yer mean, mom.
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Note from ‘Mom’: And I wasn’t kidding about the fat boy. He weighed in at 9.1 pounds to Annabelle’s 7lbs. *chuckles* They came through the surgery just fine, and will get over their attitudes in a couple days. Now if Anna would just quit LICKING, she’d feel better too. Heh.
Oh. My. GAWD. People.
The Situation:
The Snow Ball high school dance, semi-formal, on Saturday.
The Problem:
The Boy cannot decide if he wants to go. He wants to, but then again, he’s too shy to ask TGHLSB to go with him, and he knows she’s going, but isn’t sure he wants to go stag, and hello! Teenage Boy version of Hell, right? Right.
The Scene:
We’re picking up the fruit (OMG. the FRUIT. I’m so SICK of FRUIT cases and costs and cases and organizing and phone calls and..!!!) with Auntie Ladybug. We’d been talking about the dance, and I started to tease him saying that I would call TGHLSB and ask her FOR him to at least see if she’s going to be there. He tries to steal my phone to make sure said call doesn’t happen.
As we’re pulling away, he asks if we can go get french fries. I say no. Then amend it “Sure, if I can call TGHLSB and ask her to the dance.” He says, after long moments of silence as we hold up the traffic deciding which way we’re turning… “Ok! Call her! She’s not home yet anyway.” He either REALLY wants french fries, or he REALLY wants to take her to the dance. Either way, he possibly thought I wouldn’t do it. Hah. That lead to…
The Smirk:
firmly in place as I call, and talk to TGHLSB ‘s mom. And get HER permission for TGHLSB to say yes if she wants to. Permission granted. Much smugness from me which leads too..
The Mortification:
that’d be the cause for much blushing and omgMOM-ing in the back seat.
The Alarm:
Auntie Ladybug helpfully sets her watch alarm for 15 minutes while we get him the requested french fries, marking the time TGHLSB would be home and could take my call.
THE CALL:
Me: TGHLSB? Hi, this is Lessa, did your mom tell you I called?
Her: She checked the caller ID and said it was for me, but not anything else…
Me: Ahha! Well, see, The boy, he isn’t sure if he’s going to the dance on Saturday. Are you going?
Her: I hope so. I’m still working on getting permission and doing my chores.
Me: Ah – and are you going with anyone?
Her: Well, just a group of my friends, probably.
Me: Cool, well, here’s the thing. The Boy is a little shy, but he made a deal with me, so I’m calling for him. Would you like to go to the dance with The Boy?
Her: Oh…oooooh. Um. Did you talk to my mom?
Me: Yup. She said that if you would like to say yes, that you may, so it is up to you.
Her: Really? Well then, Yeah, I’d like to go with him. He’s so sweet – today he gave me his chocolate milk because I had white and don’t like it and so he traded! He’s so SWEET. And sometimes he carries my books to class for me too. He really is sweet.
Me: Well cool! I’ll tell him, and he’ll call later or talk to you tomorrow and we’ll letcha know when we’ll pick you up and everything.
Her: Very cool!
The Result:
The Boy – “OMG! PINCH ME!!! SHE SAID YES?!? PINCH ME!”
Me: PINCH. Now call your Grampa and see if we can borrow the van.
The BEAMING.
Omg people. The size of his grin. I am the COOLEST MOM EVER.
The Panic:
OMFG. I just got my son his first date. It’ll only get worse from here. Kill me now.
Concerning:
MLK day: My thoughts are over there, at The Sourdough.
The L Word: YAY! it’s BACK! Shane = raaaaaawr!
Smallville: Damn, Lex Luther is hot. Would someone KILL LANA already? Whiny little twit. We love Chloe! WHERE is the General Lee?! Did I mention bald men are hot? Yeah.
Silly Kitty Saturdays: They won’t be every week, but will still pop up every once in a while.
Words On A Page, take 1: Stupid words. Stupid SammyJ. Smart Schnozz (You thought I’d tell you I hated you again, didn’t ya? Nope!) Stupid graphic that I keep forgetting to update. Stupid words that I still have to write tonight. Harumph.
Words On A Page, take 2: Yay! I’m writing. I love it! I’m having So! Much! Fun! I even broke out Look to the Sky, the sequel to my finished Anything but Ordinary, in hopes I’ll discover what Alice is really up to. I reread it last night, and perhaps I’ll find the groove again. Doireann’s Song is very much a “words! must have words!” pile of crap work in progress.
Words On A Page, take 3: @!@#@ %()#(&@ #!@(*)@# )(#*$#()@ @#!@()!!!
Fruit: Selling it for the choir = fun. Delivering it = pain in the ass. Fresh fruit in the middle of winter = YUMMY.
The “My kid is better then yours” front: Email from the Choir Teacher: “AWESOME! I WANT HIM TO GO! HE IS A GREAT KID AND WORKS SO HARD. I JUST LOVE HIM.”
In caps even. Neener. *g*
Words On A Page, take 4: Ahem. See that? That silly little graphic? Does it look like SammyJ is smiling just a little bit to you? Does to me. That’d be because I’ve broken 10k. The number is starting too look respectable to me. Sorta. Heh.
This Entry: Done.
