I haven't really been posting much about us lately so today I will try and do a catch-up post.
I am thinking a lot about Christmas, but not really shopping much yet. More looking around than anything else.
Mother's legs are still wrapped up in Unnaboots, and very uncomfortable for her, but hopefully before Christmas she will be healed and can just wear compression garments on her lower legs. I am getting very familiar with the Emory Wound Clinic.
I am reading a blog by a man with the same limb difference as Michael. Interesting perspective. He writes really well.
Every night when Michael and I watch a movie after dinner, Coco spends some time in my lap, asleep. I picked her up from the floor last night and she let out this little cry, sounding much like a human baby. I think she is a little arthritic. She snuggled into my arms and didn't move for a long time, even though I was laughing a bit and jostling her. Ironically, we were watching a cute movie called Must Love Dogs.
BTW, if you ever want to waste time, and Facebook is down or something, go to IMDB and watch trailers for new movies. You will lose all track of time.
There's a new movie out with Billy Crystal and Bette Midler called Parental Guidance which looks sorta cute. Can you imagine having them for grandparents!? World's most expensive babysitters/showstoppers. Wow.
To all my readers who do not bake, here is a way to make some Christmas treats for friends.
Have been watching Carrie Underwood's video of How Great Thou Art a lot on YouTube. Makes me cry every time.
I had to give a rebuke last night to one of Michael's friends who thought it was a great idea, after church, to take a girl into the woods for a little "talking" - and leaving the parents wondering where on earth they were. Hugely poor judgment. I know you're thinking, stay out of it he's not your kid. Well, no, he isn't, but I care about him and I want him to not do stupid things. He got a lecture from me, and I found myself actually saying the words "If I find out you've gotten a girl pregnant, I will be all over you like white on rice."
I was glaring at him at the time.
In retrospect, I cannot imagine why I used the phrase like white on rice. WTH? It also must have looked comical because I literally have to crane my neck to look up at this child, and it must've looked like a fat chihuahua threatening a great dane.
However, before he left my house, I told him I love him. I do. Very much. He's a smart, sweet, funny kid with a bright future if he can learn some self-control. That's why I was so ticked off. I also told Michael if this kid confides any idiotic plans in him, I expect Michael to talk some sense to him. Michael is very level-headed.
Teenagers are emotional toddlers, oftentimes. It's scary.
Finally, a funny. I found this on Facebook and thought it was hysterical:
