On Being 46

In about an hour I will have completed the 46th year of my life and started working on the 47th. Here I am having lived more than half my life (much more than half, statistically speaking) and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. So I guess I'll just muddle on as I am 'til I get called home.

David would have turned 48 this year in December, not a number he would have enjoyed. He always took great joy in the fact that many people thought I was much older than he even though I was actually younger by 2 years. I remember attending open house when Courtney was in the sixth grade. David had on an old Skeeter t-shirt and Court's teacher thought David was her older brother who attended MHS. We were both in our mid-30's. Yes, go ahead and laugh - David and the kids sure did. I don't know how he would have reacted to being a Granddad although he would have loved the Grandkids.

In summation, if we are as old as we feel, then I'm dang old. Good night all you young whipper-snappers. This old lady is hitting the hay to get some beauty sleep.

Labor Day Weekend

Labor Day: a day of rest for workers. I am so thankful that I am a worker again and able to celebrate appropriately! lol After having Courtney and the g-kids since Friday night, I am ready for an afternoon of rest before heading back to work tomorrow. Although I do need to straighten up the apartment, do the washing and update 2 web sites for clients - stuff that I couldn't do while the g-kids were here. So maybe just a little rest later tonight. The g-kids are a handful, especially in my little apartment, but we had fun. Sunday afternoon we borrowed the Fike's house so that we could have the traditional Labor Day cook-out (Becky, we cleaned up, I swear). I REALLY miss having a backyard and grill. The g-kids and their Uncle Connor had fun running around in the backyard and playing in the little playhouse - I thought the g-kids were calling Connor 'Grandma' but Courtney says they were calling him 'Giant'. I guess that does make more sense. We had a cake to celebrate my birthday but Hayden insisted it was his. When they sang Happy Birthday he sang 'Happy birthday dear Hayden' instead of Nana. He's too funny sometimes. Then he kept repeating 'Give it to me!'. Morgan was so sweet, giving me a big hug and saying 'Happy birthday Nana, I love you'.

Oh well, their Dad picked up the g-kids a little while ago and I will be driving Court up the street to the bus station in a few minutes. Guess I should drag my butt to the washing machine and get a load of washing started! Thank you Lord for a nice weekend.