What a wild day. I got up early and
started addressing envelopes and autographing books. There are a number of
people who helped me, both in the adoption itself and in the writing and/or
marketing of the book, so I had a lot of “thank-you” copies to send. Several
went to folks with blogs who have promised to help me publicize the book. Since
I have no marketing budget to speak of, I am relying on word of mouth.
It doesn’t help that Amazon is still saying they have no book. Aaaargh! There are sellers on there with books. [I hear Scribblerchick is an awesome seller… ;-) ]
After mailing the books, I tried to take Mike to therapy and
there were crossed signals and he ended up not going. I will spare you the
details.
Mother has had an upset stomach all
day, mainly stress and grief related, I fear. Her dear friend Bud, who died
last week, was the 6th person close to her to die in the past 6
months or so, including her brother and sister-in-law. She is shell-shocked.
It’s such a blow, Bud’s death, because he had been a dear friend for many
years. Bud left behind a mentally disabled sister and Mother was worried about
her. She finally spoke to Bud’s lawyer and is reasonably assured the sister is
being well cared for – she’s almost 90.
I took the kids to lunch at a little
Greek restaurant in Tucker. I was delighted with the food. I had a gyro wrap,
and Greek potatoes. Alesia had a salad with chicken and Mike had a gyro wrap.
Excellent food, and the prices weren’t bad. They had heavenly baklava. The
slogan is “Once a week, go Greek!” which makes me chuckle. That has a rather
different connotation to an English major…
I took the kids to Walmart, and what
a fiasco. Mike got some flip flops he had been wanting for a long time. Once
home, he fell in them twice. He is not used to that kind of shoe, having never
worn it. Alesia comes up to me at Walmart with a teeny weeny pair of shorts,
and I told her, she can wear those at the house or the pool, but not out in
public. They were really skanky, tiny shorts. I was appalled. She acted surprised I would veto those hooker shorts! She didn’t buy
them.
As we were debating her shorts, I
noticed a black spot on her ankle. Once in the car, I asked her to show me her
ankle. I couldn’t tell if it was a bruise or she had been drawing on herself.
She refused to show me, or to say anything. I didn't yell, but I finally got out of her that it
was a temporary tattoo. It had been on there several days and she hadn’t had a
shower during that time. I told her she could spend the rest of the day in her
room. I don’t approve of drawing on oneself, or tattoos, and we’ve talked about
it many times. No means no.
Michael asked me today if it hurt to
get my ears pierced. I told him it hurt like hell. Agonizing. I’ve warned him
he better not get anything pierced.
I am so strict about the no tattoos
or piercings, when they finally fly the nest the kids will probably look totally
trashy in a day or two, but I hope not.
Bruce called tonight and I had to
ask him, yet again, when he is taking the kids camping. He’s been talking about
it since he got back from Iraq several months ago. Hopefully he can get it done
the last week this month.
More shots of my babies:
Michael has grown another 1/4 inch, in less than a month!
