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tables turned

Before stopping by the Big Top, Holly send me a text that says, “Prepare to judge Hazel.”

Oh dear.

Then again, she did judge me…rather unfairly. And into the Big Top she comes wearing a bright pink track suit. Like something Sue Sylvester might wear…if she were a three year old little girl. She probably did wear something just like that.

Hazel looks up at me and asks, “Are you going to judge me, Mi-ma?

 

Oh dear.

Now how am I supposed to judge this?

She really doesn’t play fair, you know.

that’s what friends are for

that’s what friends are for

You gotta love social media. Yes, I know some days you can’t help but hate it…the drama, the “vague-booking”, the time suck. But some days you just have to love social media. The last couple of days I have loved it.

morning has broken

Mornings mean a lot of different things to different people. Me, I’m not much of a morning person.

Neither are some other people…at least until after he has his breakfast. He might look like he could use a cup of coffee but he swears he doesn’t need it. He’s a kid and kids don’t drink coffee, he chides me. It is then that I tell him as a micropreemie in the NICU for four and a half months he was a total pain in the butt until he had his morning dose of caffeine. He thinks that it is absolutely crazy that he was given caffeine when he was so tiny…CRAZY! ....

 

daily Fallon #41

daily Fallon #41

You know what soothes my rages against the world the best?

Music.

Mommy told Mi-Ma how much I LOVE AWOLNATION.

I do.

It relaxes me.

Totally.

Completely....

 

daily Fallon #40

daily Fallon #40

Ah, nom, nom, nom…teething is a total bitch. Today I cried and screamed for over 90 minutes while with my Mi-ma. Yeah, I nearly drove her crazy. But these teething biscuits my mommy made me are the best…and they don’t make much of a mess either…even better, I smell like cinnamon and apples now. Here’s the recipe:

  • take one slice of wheat bread (or white bread if your a white bread kind of person) and cut off all the crusts.
  • smash the bread and flatten it
  • spread applesauce on it from edge to edge
  • roll it up tightly
  • spread more applesauce on the outside on the top of the roll
  • sprinkle with a little cinnamon
  • microwave for 60 to 90 seconds and let cool
  • let baby nom, nom, nom

Yeah. I’m happy.I’ll be happier once these things they call “teeth” break through and stop hurting so much. In the meantime, nom, nom, nom…ah, nom, nom, nom!!!

judged

judged

Hazel took one look at what I was wearing…a plain t-shirt and capri style yoga pants…and with an arched eye asked, “Are you going to wear THAT, Mi-ma?

Surprised, I answered back that yes I was. I wasn’t going anywhere that day save for picking up Jodie at school and taking her to work. I showered. I brushed my teeth. I put on a little bit of makeup. I was even having a fabulous hair day. So what could possibly be wrong with what I was wearing? I was spending the day caring for and playing with my grandbabies and (in my opinion) I was dressed for that kind of action…perhaps a little over-done with the makeup and perfectly blown out hair.....

truth be told

truth be told

The conversation starts this way, “Have I done something to upset you or piss you off, because you hardly ever say hello and talk to me? What’s going on?”

So, do I tell her the truth? I mean, does she really want to hear what’s on my mind? It’s not too pretty. Which is why I have withdrawn a little…okay, a lot.

My attempt to protect others from the cra-cra that sometimes settles inside of me is, as usual, misconstrued as that I am mad at someone…think I’m better than someone….just like Jr. High. Except for the fact that no one really thought that of me back when I was in Jr. High…or High School. Living in a small town and a mom who liked to manically over share every weekend at the local beer garden pretty much made my withdrawal seem okay…and probably added to the sympathy for those poor kids of hers....