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Happy 28th birthday, Les! Hope you have a fun day!

So, what’s up? Have a good fourth? The above is a photo I took from this weekend. You can see the rest of them on my Flickr site, if you’re interested.

This past weekend was much needed. I got some Bean love, which is always welcome, and of course, my Feesh is as cute as ever. He’s such a smiley boy. Les and I hit up the movie, The Strangers. Lots of suspense and moments where you want to defecate yourself - totally my kind of movie! Les and I are the same, in that we both love movies that are sure to guarantee a heart attack before the age of 35. I would have dragged Garret to the flick, but he’s not into those kinds of movies.

Oh, yeah. I realize that I haven’t been all that forthright on what’s been going on in my life as of late. The lack of posting is mainly feeling like I haven’t had much to write about lately, here. I thought about blowing this place away a few times, but then can’t bring myself to do it. So, rather than have it sit here, dead, collecting dust, why not write? So I’m kinda launching into the middle of whatever’s going on in my life right now, minus the fluff. So, to catch you up to speed: Garret is the boyfriend, from Montreal. Garret, everyone, everyone, Garret. He’s been one of the better things happening lately, even though he kicks my ass practically every time, in Literati. (It’s like Yahoo’s takeoff on Scrabble, in case you didn’t know.)

By the way, who the hell would have thought “ricer” and “riciest” are words? According to dictionary.com? They are. What a load.

The other thing is possible permanency at Symantec. I’ve learned it’s been put on hold temporarily, but will happen hopefully sooner rather than later. This place has probably been one of the better jobs I’ve ever had. The environment’s great, the job’s fairly interesting, and I dig the coworkers. No complaints, really.

Can someone figure out how to magically make five weeks go by quick?

I’ll leave you with one last hilarious photo:

Bean and I were hanging outside, and he informed me he “wanted new ears.” This is what I got. Love it! He’s such a sweetheart. He gave me a flower on our walk back from the parade. He told me that he wanted me to have it because it’s pretty. What do you say to that? All I could do was beam from ear to ear. He’s going to be a heart breaker, that one.

That’s all I got for now. I’m going to try to be better about writing. Make it a daily thing, hopefully. If it’s not a reasonable length of time, feel free to kick my ass.

Happy anniversary (and a week late, because I’m a jerk and forgot) to my gorgeous sister, Leslie and her oh-so handsome husband, Nathan. Here’s to many more years of happiness n’ stuff!

If you would pray for my Uncle Bill and family, I would appreciate it. He’s not doing so well, and needs all the good vibes he can get. Thanks.

My sister and husband had their baby, Griffin Vaughn, this last week. He’s very sick, but seems to slowly be getting better. Updates soon. Please pray for him and our family during this difficult time.

Griffin is here! We knew there was a chance he might come today, but no one knew for sure. Everyone’s doing well. Congrats to Les, Nate, and Maysen!

On a personal note, I’m totally stoked to be an Auntie to my Feesh!

Nic said to me today, “You have a Feesh and Bean - almost a full meal!”

Can’t wait to see my newest nephew!

More to come…

… how awesome my sister is. I love her very much and feel very fortunate to have such a wicked cool girl in my life. Nothing has happened for me to say such things; I just don’t think I tell her enough. Love you, Les.

I got a phone call at 12:50am this morning. It was dad. I knew it was him, because my phone has a special ring for him. He told me that he had some bad news, and that grandma had died.

It was sudden.

I know that my grandma is with grandpa, finally. Ever since he passed away, she’d miss him every minute of every day. In that sense, I’m happy they get to be together. Reunited at last; they never have to spend another moment apart.

I was thinking on a lot of fond memories I have of both my grandma and grandpa. They used to come to our place, when I was a kid, and bring their travel trailer. They’d always convince my dad to let them do odd projects around the house, because they liked to keep busy. We always went fishing with them, grandpa always passing out in the sun in the back of the boat, a smile spread across his face. Grandma always wanted to fish, over-analyzed the depth finder, and got really excited if she thought she had a bite. We spent lots of Thanksgiving dinners at their house, playing pool in the basement. She always had everything so perfect for Thanksgiving. She loved having everyone together. I remember Les and I always getting recruited to go play Skipbo or Uno with them, out in their camper. Grandpa would always ask how school was going (he was a teacher) and grandma always asked me if I wanted a glass of milk. They always drank milk. It was cute.

I miss the both of them. I’m sad they’re gone. If you’re of the praying sort, please keep me and my family in your prayers.

It’s wild when your life seems like it totally sucks right now, how one person can make all that stuff go away, even if it’s just for a couple days. My Bean does that to me. We celebrated his third birthday this weekend. I can’t believe he’s been on this earth for three years. I remember when he was tiny and slept all the time. I remember the morning when I decided that, because of him, I wanted to have kids of my own one day. I never thought I wanted them until I met him. He’s brought a lot of happiness to my life, and it’s weird, because you can live vicariously through him, in a sense. Watching him open his gifts on his birthday made me remember that excitement - I guess on some level, it never really goes away; maybe it just transforms itself somehow. You have to find it in other things. It’s still there, though. Just different now.

So, I’ll be thirty years old here in nine days. Weird. Most girls I know may be wigging out when they hit thirty, but eh. I don’t feel much of anything. So I’m thirty. Sure makes you reflect, though. I think it doesn’t help that I’m in a particular funk right now, but with the slew of bad usually comes a slew of good. Cross your fingers for me.

Took some photos of Les and fam over the weekend. They wanted some stuff they could do for Christmas cards. I’m pretty pleased with how some of them turned out. The sister and I jokingly talked about starting our own business, what with her most recent purchase, and all. Maybe it’s not such a pipe dream after all?