Welcome Home

Flutter (Shawn’s Grandma) is home, well sort of. She’s at my MIL’s house now. She was released from the V (rehabilitation center) this afternoon.

Flutter will be staying there for a few days at minimum, maybe longer. Kedge is at Lassen and I’m not sure if Flutter will be going home with Kedge once she gets back or not.

Rapunzel and SuperChic are both very excited that she’ll be here with them during the day. I only hope that they don’t wear her out to badly. Both of the girls love to climb on either side of Flutter and listen to her read. It is such a wonderful sight. There isn’t anything that she wouldn’t do for them. She even sent them home with some of her dessert when they would visit her at the V.

When they go to her house she always has cookies and milk or popsicles or some sort of treat for them. Her patience with them seems never ending. She lets them “ride” on her walker, sit in her lap, and jabber at her until they run out of things to say.

But the best part is watching her watch them. She just looks content. I hope that we can have all of us here with her for her birthday this year. I think that would be the best gift we could ever give her.

Welcome home Flutter, we love you.

Some Shopping Advice

For all of you like to shop, here is some advice.

If you monopolize more than one employee’s help, block the registers and then decide to leave half a cart of stuff behind because you’re “too tired”, be prepared. Be prepared for what you say. Funny faces behind your back, strangling motions, and impatient sighs, while you decide to pay with your credit card, no maybe I’ll pay with a check, but here’s my HD credit card for ID. Huh? Your what? And don’t forget that after all that you need someone to load your gold (insert overpriced SUV here). But your not going to help, oh no, you just stand there and dictate where to put things. Because god forbid that you may actually get dirt on the plastic cargo tray.

And let’s not forget about those of you who prefer to yell expletives at customers you think you know. With absolutely no provocation. And then you absolutely must stare them down, just to make sure you have everyones attention. Well guess what, we all heard you. And you know what we think, someone forgot to take their meds today.

And make sure you yell at the person who worked in 108 degree heat as fast as possible to get you through the huge line because we’re short staffed due to a cashier gong home with heat stroke at 9 am. Make sure to tell them that it’s not fair that you have to stand in a line for 20 minutes in 108 degree heat just to purchase a gift card. Which by the way you could have taken inside to any other register, including the self check out, because if you don’t know how to do it, someone will help you.

And if you’re buying sod five minutes before you have to pick up your kid, dog, husband, wife, or pig, make sure that the lot associate is on the other side of the store. Which at this point is the other side of the world. Then yell at the cashier because you need someone NOW. Then wait another thirty seconds, come back and demand a refund, because you know I’m just going to open my drawer and say here you go m’am, it’s okay if my drawer is short because you have no patience. Then when you go into returns and find someone who can help you, who was not the person I called for help because they were busy when you first asked, make sure you demand to speak to corporate, because that cashier out there is a LIAR. Oh and make sure that you ask for my name, because obviously you didn’t notice it written across my chest. But I’ll happily tell it you as I underline it with my finger, as I smile at you, hoping that you’ll go away faster because you’re blocking the customers I’m attempting to help.

So buyers beware. This type of behavior is so highly appreciated that the next time you’re there you’ll recieve such stellar attention from every other associate that you’ll wonder what the joke is.

And at that I say goodnight.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAJ !!!

For those of you not in the know, tomorrow, or today depending on when you’re reading this, July 6, is SAJ’s birthday.

Happy birthday SAJ!!!! We love you.

A Fab 4th

As you all probably already know, we spent yesterday with SAJ.

It was fun, exciting, and tiring. As you all know we went from one beach to the next. Then home for dinner, which was very, very yummy, and coke rockets. Then it was off to the fireworks show. Which I missed, almost completely.

I say almost because once I got back up to the bluff, the finale was going. We start to walk away and then there were more. I was really mad at missing the fireworks at first, then by the time I got back, a whole twenty minutes later, it didn’t matter. And do you want to know why?

SuperChic, the look of relief in her eyes, and the sound of it in her voice. When I said here are the pull-ups, she looked at me and said, “I can pee in the pull-up?” When I said yes she replied with a very heartfelt and relief filled, “good.” That was all it took. The lesson here, make sure the kids go to the bathroom before you leave the house, and remember to take a pull-up just in case there aren’t bathrooms.

Then to top it all off this morning she was very exuberant in her description of the day. Which went something like this: “the beach and the water that was up to my nose, and then the ’sanwich’ for dinner it was ‘weally good’, the soda that Uncle Toby ‘made go up’, and I got entos (mentos), and the colors “puwple, and pink, and yellow, and then it stopped and then there was boom and there was more, and then I feel seep on Daddys’ head.”

It that didn’t make all the traffic and everything worth it, I don’t know what does. I wish I could have recorded it all to play back. Luckily SAJ got some pics.

Oh, I almost forgot, BabyBug even let Shawn hold her without crying, twice. As much as he says he’s not into babies that aren’t his, you could tell he enjoyed holding her. He even wants to make more trips in to the beach so we can see her more often. Because, “they need to grow up around their cousins.” I think he just wants her to like him enough that she’ll want to come out here as much as the girls like going in there. He’s just my big ol’ teddy bear.

But I do think that driving my car in traffic at night was definately not fun. Next time Shawn gets to drive home.