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It's 64 degrees here today and I am wearing shorts. And nothing else ;) I heard we are supposed to have flurries tomorrow, but I hope not. I have the windows open and the boys are going nuts. They love sitting in the windows and watching the birds divebomb the feeders.

Hope everyone had a great V-Day. While I was slaving over a hot stove for my favorite gal, I noticed two broken carnations sitting on the counter. Mrs. CB is the Junior class adviser and they sold V-Day carnations as a fund raiser and she was in charge of purchasing the flowers (thus the cat litter container full of flowers pic.)

"Those are for you," she said. "They were broken so I brought them home for you."

Gee....thanks? Mrs. CB- IG tix, CB- broken flora

Then after dinner she told me she had to go get more carnations because they had run out. I casually mentioned that if a box of chocolate didn't come home with her that I would change the locks.

Ah, the power of chocolate. One box of truffles (and the promise of a great dinner out and a flick), CB is a happy gal again.

In other news, the boys' eye infections are clearing up and I am starting to feel a little better. These antibiotics are killing my stomach though, which is impeding my consumption of Teh Red. But I have officially lost 32 pounds, so I am happy.

And my Bucks are still #2/3 in the nation. Only 12 more days...and a date with Penn State, til we hit tourny time.


ETA: We just found out that Mrs. CB's grandmother passed away. Rest in peace, G-Ma Loyal.

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It's 64 degrees here today and I am wearing shorts. And nothing else ;) I heard we are supposed to have flurries tomorrow, but I hope not. I have the windows open and the boys are going nuts. They love sitting in the windows and watching the birds divebomb the feeders.

Hope everyone had a great V-Day. While I was slaving over a hot stove for my favorite gal, I noticed two broken carnations sitting on the counter. Mrs. CB is the Junior class adviser and they sold V-Day carnations as a fund raiser and she was in charge of purchasing the flowers (thus the cat litter container full of flowers pic.)

"Those are for you," she said. "They were broken so I brought them home for you."

Gee....thanks? Mrs. CB- IG tix, CB- broken flora

Then after dinner she told me she had to go get more carnations because they had run out. I casually mentioned that if a box of chocolate didn't come home with her that I would change the locks.

Ah, the power of chocolate. One box of truffles (and the promise of a great dinner out and a flick), CB is a happy gal again.

In other news, the boys' eye infections are clearing up and I am starting to feel a little better. These antibiotics are killing my stomach though, which is impeding my consumption of Teh Red. But I have officially lost 32 pounds, so I am happy.

And my Bucks are still #2/3 in the nation. Only 12 more days...and a date with Penn State, til we hit tourny time.


ETA: We just found out that Mrs. CB's grandmother passed away. Rest in peace, G-Ma Loyal.

Parents of Parents

The phone rang earlier today and I knew, just from listening to the way Mrs. CB was talking, that the news was not good. Her 86-year old grandmother, out running errands with my MIL, was standing by the car. Grandma Loyal stopped at the car door and told my MIL, "Something's happening, something's happening," and collapsed. MIL is a nurse and she knew immediately that Grandma was gone. Seconds past and a flame is extinguished. Mrs. CB is upset, not so much for her grandmother, as for her mother. Grandma Rita (also 86)is still kicking and I encourage Mrs. CB to talk with and visit her as often as possible.

When my grandmother passed away, just weeks before I met Mrs. CB, I was devastated. Not only was she was my last grandparent, but she was the last "connection" to my maternal grandmother(they lived in the same small town), who meant the absolute world to me. Little did I know that I would be introduced to my biological father and find one last grandparent remained.

There will be no funeral or mass as Grandma Loyal feared being buried and had no religious affiliation. It looks as though we'll be heading home this weekend for a memorial dinner with the family.

I can't believe I have never written about my grandma. I need to work on that.

Parents of Parents

The phone rang earlier today and I knew, just from listening to the way Mrs. CB was talking, that the news was not good. Her 86-year old grandmother, out running errands with my MIL, was standing by the car. Grandma Loyal stopped at the car door and told my MIL, "Something's happening, something's happening," and collapsed. MIL is a nurse and she knew immediately that Grandma was gone. Seconds past and a flame is extinguished. Mrs. CB is upset, not so much for her grandmother, as for her mother. Grandma Rita (also 86)is still kicking and I encourage Mrs. CB to talk with and visit her as often as possible.

When my grandmother passed away, just weeks before I met Mrs. CB, I was devastated. Not only was she was my last grandparent, but she was the last "connection" to my maternal grandmother(they lived in the same small town), who meant the absolute world to me. Little did I know that I would be introduced to my biological father and find one last grandparent remained.

There will be no funeral or mass as Grandma Loyal feared being buried and had no religious affiliation. It looks as though we'll be heading home this weekend for a memorial dinner with the family.

I can't believe I have never written about my grandma. I need to work on that.