bad popsicle
What a lovely weekend of nothing… right? Not so much. The lovely weekend of nothing turned out to be a whole lot of something. Its all good though, it was still a good weekend over all. The Ex called, he had to work on Saturday so can I keep JR. Sure… no problem. We had a lovely dinner and watched a movie. Saturday was spent sleeping in and lounging. We were getting ready to take JR to a movie and my cell rings. Its work people, they cant access the email and OH. MY. GAWD… the world is coming to an end, right? So, we left, hurried by work, and okay, the electricity is out at work. This poses more problems than you know, as we are already having problems with our server, and who else gets put in charge of all the computer IT stuff… but yours truly. So, the note on the door says its back on at 4, and its now 12:45 pm. Okay, so a few more hours… we go to the movie and come out about 3, I come out to 3 more voice mails from people. I call everyone back and insist they pull their teeth from my ass because its not my fault. I go over to Grandpa’s and we go thru some of his things, and I take what I think we might want/need. Come to the truck and discover a few more voice mails. Sheesh people! Anyway, still no internet so I swing by work, do a few resets, etc, and call everyone. They are all back on line, and everyone is happy… I saved the day. Go me.
I spent some time at Grandpas house in his bathroom, and while that may sound funny, that’s where my Grandpa died. He had a heart attack and was dead before he hit the floor. Anyway, while we were going thru things, I just took some time to think about him in his last moments, wondering what he thought and felt. And I thought about it again more over the weekend. My grandparents were true believin’ church goin’ people. Me? Not so much. BUT. I do believe that IF there really is such a thing as heaven, hell, angels and all that… that my grandparents are back together and the angels are singing. They were more in love than two people could ever strive to be. I only hope that some day I can be half as in love as they were.
ER and I are good. There are these ovul tests. Interesting things… you pee on a stick like a prego test, only it comes back and tells you if you are ovulating in the next 2 days or not. Really interesting. Anyway, it came back with a yeppers yesterday, so we are working on it. At what point do I admit defeat and think I should go to the doc that something might be wrong with this whole trying process? This is the 4th month of trying. Shit, I get preg before when I was trying not to… hmm… maybe that’s the key?
Okay, and here is one courtesy of ER… what did the cop say to the bad popsicle?
.
.
.
.
FREEZE!!!!!
Yup, its that bad. LOL
