Call me in February...

I loaded up my new calendar! Thanks Nana!.  It's full.  Shoot me.

I have begged off two meetings this month out of simple time-space-physics as in I am unable to be in two places at the same time.  Shelby and her issues notwithstanding, the next couple of weeks are going to be a bit insane and per usual Bubba will be no help.

He's called me twice today before 9 AM.  I know.  One was confirming his need to do something, in the form of giving Shelby her happy pills.  We've started moving that bionic elbow of hers, and she's not happy about that at all.  She is eating, drinking and moving around the back yard, we hit the last milestone last night when she went #2. 

Bubba felt it such an occasion to wake me when he came to bed to tell me this information. 

Did I feel bad when he woke at 4:45 AM this morning asking what was going on?  Not so much.  I was sorely tempted to give him a very detailed dissertation on what occurred overnight. Seeing as my brain would have managed - and did manage the words "getting ready for work" to answer said idiot question -- that frankly was a full and complete sentence at that hour of day in my world.  You want lively conversation at o-dark-early look elsewhere.

I have to tell a small story; we were out to breakfast yesterday and I was having one of those moods, oh poor me, tired, bla... in the booth behind us, the waitress is talking to a woman she knows, it sounded familiar, "Radiation?  So they don't have to take your breast... then the waitress says her mother has beaten breast cancer, and lung cancer but now its back and spread; and her son is in remission from Lymphoma. I looked up to the heavens and whispered, "Message received".  Home girl is one lucky chick - and that was a reminder!

Mood improved.

So my week, like I said, begged off one meeting, I have a luncheon to shop, cook and organize; I have a meeting Monday night, I have 30 pounds of paperwork to get ready for Saturday which I must then ship off with another adult as I managed to double book myself Saturday.  Sunday starts the big push to Bubba's birthday weekend... heaven help me.  And cross your fingers for no snow.  A lot of travelers from Western PA.

My lists will have sub-lists and tabs and attachments.  Starting now.  Plus that whole get home on time to help Shelby girl.  What a life.

Pray for the moron who can't say no... she'll nap when she's dead.

Happy New Year!