And this will tie up another successful round of NationalBlogPostingMonth. I DID IT!
Looky looky here! No skipped days! Woo Hoo!
Early on in the month, being (anal) some what nervous that I might not be able to come up with post titles inspired primarily by the letters B and P (and sometimes M) I got busy and wrote some post-it note lists of inspirational B and P inspired post titles. Since my life is so full (except for the private time to blog), I had no trouble coming up with my daily titles. I thought, here on the last day of NaBloPoMo I'd share some of the post-it note ideas that didn't make it.
First my other last day alternate title was:
Others that didn't make cut were: NaBlowByBlow, NaBloPositiveReinforcement, NaBloPoMomentInTheSun, NaBloPoMoveAhead, NaBloPoMindBoggling, NaBloPoMountingEvidence, NaBlowYourCool, NaBlowAFuse, NaBlowMe (a personal favorite), NaBlowMyStack, NaBlowItAllSkyHigh (read that in falsetto please), NaBloPoMoveOn, NaBloPoopedOut (very appropriate considering), NaBlownAway, and NaBlowMyMind.
In other news, Mom had two transfusions yesterday. It seems that she might be rejecting at least one of them. (I did not know one could reject blood. Did you know that?) The big hint for me was all the vomiting, dry heaving and bile. Dad seemed to think it was all normal again. I made mom call the doc and now she is doped up on benadryl and two different anti nausea medications. This is another reason why I can not imagine the two of them living alone. No one ever wants to call the doctor.
Also, I eavesdropped on dad talking to some of their friends today. One night I just might hit him over the head with my incredibly sturdy stainless frying pan. If he doesn't stop calling every single thing they stick into my mother an "infusion" I might duct tape his mouth shut. It's almost as annoying as dad just plain old making up diagnoses and symptoms and giving his own life philosophy and his own recollection of high school bio back in the dark ages when there were all of 17 elements on the periodic table and leeches were still commonplace. I'll infuse something right up his......
Anyway, the (crazy) husband is hopping a plane to Chicago with Evan tomorrow to go to a Giants game with some old friends who are gathering in balmy Chicago, in December to sit outside and watch football. Anyone want to guess what the forecast is Sunday? S N O W!! So if you happen to be watching and they pan the audience and you see a small huddled in navy blue human form with orange ski goggles shivering next to a really tall bald guy who refuses to wear a hat in the snow then wave to the tv it's my kid!
Josh is sleeping at a friends Saturday night, so it's down to me and Matt! And I told Matt he could hang with some friends at the movies. So it's me! And (barfing) mom! And dad sleeping on the couch! PARTY!
I had a babes lunch today and normally I don't mention my troubles at a babe lunch but today I just let it flow. I feel like I am putting other people in uncomfortable positions when I discuss, but this whole grandma/alzheimers thing has me freaking out. I stopped by to see grandma after the babes lunch and she was in bed but seemed more with it. She looked better than yesterday at least. After a little chatting she started to get weird again but I had to leave and pick up the kids by then, so I was happy to get out.
Alright, I'm saving just because the clock is ticking on me here. Ciao NaBlo!!