Friday, May 28, 2004

I'm not ready to be a grandmother! 

Not only that, the Girl is only three and a half. No way is she ready for children. However, for the last week, since discovering baby name books in the cabinet, she is obsessed with what she will name her future children. Oh, and these aren't just some random children in the future, these are children she will have with her best friend, M.

I told my friend C, M's mother, about this today while the kids were playing. She laughed and said, I'd be perfectly happy to have the Girl as a daughter-in-law.

So we've now graduated from marrying M at some point to having children with him. I am so not ready for this.

Friday, May 21, 2004

10 years 

I managed to go almost the whole day without thinking about what day it is. And when I did think about him, I only cried a little. I guess it's true what they say about time making things better. But I still miss him. So I hugged my Girl a little tighter tonight. My Girl with her long fingers like her Poppie. My Girl who only knows my father through pictures and stories. My sweet Girl who dried my tears and said you're okay, Mommy. And I will be. Because it gets a little easier every year.

I miss you, Dad.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Elvis, is that you? 

From the backseat: Mom, can we listen to the Hunka, hunka song? It's my favorite.

That would be Burning Love by Elvis Presley as interpreted by Wynonna. How did I birth an Elvis fan? Not to say I don't like the occasional Elvis tune, but I'm definitely not a huge fan. However, since the purchase of this cd, the Girl is totally into Elvis.

This is particularly pleasing to my step-father because he's a huge Elvis fan. The Girl was very excited to hear that Pop has a whole cd of Elvis Christmas music that he will be happy to share with her.

So for the time being, I will be enduring "I'm just a hunka, hunka burning love" rendered by a three year old. Oh well, could be worse. Could be Barney.

Monday, May 03, 2004

Mail for me! 

I love getting mail. Real mail, not bills and junk mail. Today I received a package from a lovely overseas friend that I definitely was not expecting. Actually, I guess you could say the package was really for the Girl because it was a book for her. But the package had my name on it and that's what counts. ;-) Included in the package was a lovely letter detailing the current goings-on at Poppins Towers.

Now I shall have to compose a suitable thank you note and hope my friend can read my horrendous handwriting. There's a reason some of us prefer email.

Work in progress 

I'm working on changing the color scheme here. Since I'm HTML ignorant, I'm just going by trial and error. I know there are still some things that are too light or too bright. I'll work on them again another day.

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Mean Girl 

My Girl was officially mean to me the other day. Actually, I'm sure she didn't intend to be mean, she just loves her some Papa Ray (my FIL). My ILs live up the street so she gets to see them frequently. And they're retired so they keep her on the occasions I have to work, go to the doctor, dentist, etc. But I digress.

So, we're driving past Papa Ray's house and spot him in the yard. We stop and say hi, then head on home. As we're turning into the alley, my sweet Girl pipes up from the backseat: Mommy, could you please go to work now (4:00 p.m.) so I can go stay with Papa?

She can really twist that knife.

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