Got My Wits Back
Been out of touch for a few days. Sorry internet friends.
Anna's 3rd birthday was last weekend. Man, it was a hoot. Actually, the day before that we started with a school presentation. She did the Chicken dance with her classmates and that's how the started our hoot of a weekend.
My moms flew in town Friday and we got geared up for Anna's party. First order of business was showing off the bodacious playset that my Mexi-CANS and I assembled despite her lack of faith.
It was freezing for Anna's party but the kids has a BLAST. We rented a Dora moonbounce and the kids bounced and swung (on the bodacious swingset) themselves ragged. Then, when we thought they could play no more, we turned up the party a notch with tons of sugar. We were betting on which kid would bounce themselves into vomitting up cake and ice cream first, but none came through for us.
My moms and I got up early Sunday morning to travel to LA-- Lower Alabama for the folks not in the know.
Potentially, this was the most depressing trip I've ever taken in my life. We traveled to Bay Minette, AL to see my cousin and my grandmother, Ann, who is in an Alzheimer's unit there. The visit with Ann was basically sitting there holding her hand and crying the whole time. My cousin bailed after about 5 minutes of nonstop crying and I made it about 10 minutes before I thought I was gonna pass out. It was just plain out horrible. My grandmother is only a shell of the person she used to be.
Monday, I went and hung out at the Junior College where my grandfather was president and I lived until I was about 11-years-old. This was my first trip back. It was another emotional roller coaster visiting the place where you grew up. Everything seemed so much larger and better kept up back in the day. I guess it's that way for everyone. I strolled around campus for a little while just taking it all in then back to Ann's "home" for a tearful goodbye. It's also quite ironic that my grandmother is living within 1 mile of the school that she and my grandfather worked so hard to build from the ground and she has no clue.
So, I've been out of pocket for a few days; I was kind of an emotional wreck for a few days, but now I'm back to "normal"-- whatever normal is for my crazy self.
Anna's 3rd birthday was last weekend. Man, it was a hoot. Actually, the day before that we started with a school presentation. She did the Chicken dance with her classmates and that's how the started our hoot of a weekend.
My moms flew in town Friday and we got geared up for Anna's party. First order of business was showing off the bodacious playset that my Mexi-CANS and I assembled despite her lack of faith.
It was freezing for Anna's party but the kids has a BLAST. We rented a Dora moonbounce and the kids bounced and swung (on the bodacious swingset) themselves ragged. Then, when we thought they could play no more, we turned up the party a notch with tons of sugar. We were betting on which kid would bounce themselves into vomitting up cake and ice cream first, but none came through for us.
My moms and I got up early Sunday morning to travel to LA-- Lower Alabama for the folks not in the know.
Potentially, this was the most depressing trip I've ever taken in my life. We traveled to Bay Minette, AL to see my cousin and my grandmother, Ann, who is in an Alzheimer's unit there. The visit with Ann was basically sitting there holding her hand and crying the whole time. My cousin bailed after about 5 minutes of nonstop crying and I made it about 10 minutes before I thought I was gonna pass out. It was just plain out horrible. My grandmother is only a shell of the person she used to be.
Monday, I went and hung out at the Junior College where my grandfather was president and I lived until I was about 11-years-old. This was my first trip back. It was another emotional roller coaster visiting the place where you grew up. Everything seemed so much larger and better kept up back in the day. I guess it's that way for everyone. I strolled around campus for a little while just taking it all in then back to Ann's "home" for a tearful goodbye. It's also quite ironic that my grandmother is living within 1 mile of the school that she and my grandfather worked so hard to build from the ground and she has no clue.
So, I've been out of pocket for a few days; I was kind of an emotional wreck for a few days, but now I'm back to "normal"-- whatever normal is for my crazy self.
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