George bought me a Los Lonely Boys CD. He said the love songs remind him of me. Especially More Than Love and Nobody Else, which I’m listening to right now. And it is making me smile, smile, smile. I hope I make George half as happy as he makes me.
“I only wanna be with you.” Read More »
I suppose this announcement is a bit anti-climactic now, but (drumroll) today is my birthday! Whoop-de-doodle-doo. My phone rang about an hour ago, and when I answered, my parents and daughter sang, “Happy Birthday.” From Paris, France. Hmm. They’re in Paris. I’m in Podunkville. What’s wrong with this picture? Oh, well. I have a cute
As I mentioned in my previous post, George, Jacob, and I had lunch with my parents Saturday. We told them we were coming to Dallas to shop, but we didn’t tell them what we planned to buy. After we sat down to eat, Mom asked me what we were shopping for. A note of explanation
Hmmm. Now where did I leave that whip? Read More »
My birthday is next week. Today George, Jacob, and I went to Dallas. We had lunch with my parents, and then George bought me a birthday present. A nice birthday present. I’ll give you one hint: I’m thinking of naming her Lady Jane Grey. Any guesses?
Today I sang It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood to Jacob. When I posed the melodic question, “Would you be mine?” he tried to rush away as he proclaimed he couldn’t remember what a “neighbor” was. Nice try, Jacob. Though I didn’t fall for his ruse, I generously offered to help him out with
Chardonnay does not make a good communion wine. Read More »
Okay, this is becoming subepidermal. George thinks he can read my mind. Now I ask you, where does he come off thinking he can read it when I have difficulty doing so? It’s quite annoying. I know you are all on the periphery of your perches for an example, and I just so happen to
Mind reading minus the usual cliches Read More »
I realized something today. Ready for this? Okay, here it is: Maybe I’m not normal. Please tell me if you do these things. 1. I sometimes pretend I’m in a movie, and whatever music happens to be playing is the soundtrack. For example, a couple of days ago I got in my car to go
Take 47: Dangerous Mission on Aisle Nine Read More »
Ho there, Live Journal campers! As I’ve mentioned, Grace is studying in Barcelona this summer–working hard to hone those Spanish skills and blah-de-blah-blah. So, what’s it like to be 21, beautiful, single, and alone in a foreign land? I’ll copy a portion of an e-mail she sent today to give you a little glimpse: well,
Tall and tan and young and lovely . . . Read More »
Jacob’s brain injury left him with some interesting traits. Some of them are pure delight. Like the way joy bubbles just below the surface all the time. It doesn’t take much to make Jacob laugh with utter abandon the way I wish I could at least three times a day. A less adorable, though somewhat
Now that I’ve gently broken the news to Luke (a.k.a. Mr. Soak-Your-Pipe-Tobacco-in-Brandy-to-make-it-Smoother), I guess I can tell the rest of the world. That would be “the world” as in the five people who read this journal. I’m talking to you. When I went to Seattle in late June, my daughter, five of her girlfriends, and