Sunday, April 22, 2012

I Don't Care What You Say, It Never Happened

Joe & Co with a
typically shoeless Bibi

It was a big week for me and mine.

On Monday, of course, my son adopted his step-daughter legally and officially making me a grandmother.  Of course, I’m already emotionally attached to her.  She is my grand-daughter and has been since even before my son officially married her mother.

I’m possessive like that.  What can I say?

So what would you do if you had just adopted a 4-year-old child? 

Bibi and my mother
giggling with Lizzie
ROAD TRIP!  Or, as Rob apparently (pun!) explained, Family Vacation.  That’s right.  Joe & Co drove from Georgia to Pennsylvania.  And this picture comes from a side-trip they took to visit my mother’s.  I’m hugely grateful that this was able to happen because there are things happening “behind the scenes” that could easily have precluded the two of them driving out to New Jersey.  The photographs Joe took and shared brought me tremendous joy and make me all the more eager for my own trip north in June.

My week was dominated with my getting back into the swing of studying. I have four months to complete an online course.  Then I get to take another big certification exam.  Oh joy.

In other news, we were blind-sided with financial surprises.  Income tax wasn’t as high as we had anticipated.  Then a bill came in that was a lot higher (over three times so) than it should have been.  But then I received an unexpected payment for some work I’d done which was immediately followed by some more bad financial news. 

Seriously.  Our financial week was a bit of a roller-coasted and I pretty much just filed things away and shrugged my shoulders.  There’s only so much a person can do and I had to study. 

Lucky for Snowdoll, I do not study before going to bed because my textbook is a lot bigger and heavier than my kindle.  I have a tendency of dropping books out of the bed or knocking them from the bedside table.  Clearly, this is not intentional on my part.  But pity the poor puppy who dares to sleep on my side of the bed  On the floor.  Beneath where sundry books may fall. 

Rob accuses me of throwing books at the puppies.  I have defended myself as merely clumsy but he still cautions the dogs, “Be careful or she’ll throw a book at you just when you think you’re safe and comfortable.”  (Let me interject that he is correct in that, for whatever reason, I do manage not to do these things when the dog has not yet fully lied down but only seem to manage to drop the book in question when, and only after, they have curled up into a puppy puddle.)

So the other night, I was in bed reading away as usual and I dropped (I did not throw!) what I was reading on Snowdoll.  Oops.  In the morning, I told Rob the following story:  
You know how you say I throw books at Romanov because I occasionally knock them off the bedside table or they fall off the bed?  Well, yesterday I dropped over 20 books on Snowdoll and you know what she did?  She rolled over so I could rub her belly.  So ha!  Clearly the puppies don’t care.
She's getting ready to roll
over onto her back so I can
rub her sexy belly
The kindle is a lot lighter than most of my books and it didn’t even hit her.  Whew!

I now have over 30 books on my kindle.  You’ll see reviews coming up on my book reviews blog.  Oh boy. I can feel your excitement and enthusiasm from here.  I’ve also decided to tuck graphic novel and comic reviews on weekends.  That makes sense to me because I tend to read them in random moments of my life and there is little consistency on when they will show up on my blog.  If that isn’t enough for you, I’m conducting a personal experiment and you will see that pop up right here in my blog on Saturday, after I have already curled up in bed and have either fallen asleep or dropped a book on Snowdoll (or over 30 books, as the case may be).   

Upcoming this week:  A 5k walk on Saturday.  Woohoo!  And studying.  Lots and lots of studying.  And a doctor’s appointment.  Maybe even a trip to my cellphone carrier to see what changes can be made and should be made to my plan.  It doesn’t sound like much but it will be a full week.

Oh, and my son Marc started a new job this week.  In this photo, he's saying "You are awesome."  Given the current job market, forgive me if I think he is awesome.  Yay, Marc!

You are awesome!


  1. Looks like you had a lot going on this week! How did you like your online course?

    1. So far my feelings are mixed and I have a feeling that the four month time frame they say is necessary to complete the course is a gross underestimation.

  2. Yay Marc!!! I wouldn't have known about his job if not for this post.

    And I can't tell you how happy I am and how much more whole my love for Joe is having met his grandmother (your mom). It just reinforced how wonderful he is somehow. Which isn't to take the credit away from you or your mother. I just see a lot of the both of you in him and in a way, so much of him makes more sense now. Like the puzzle that is Joe is becoming more complete. And I'm seeing just how much I love the finished product with every piece of the puzzle.

    1. For once, I am on the cutting edge of information involving my children. I just did a happy dance. It was clumsy and awkward because I haven't had my coffee yet. I don't think anyone saw but the blinds are open so maybe I was seen.

      I can see how meeting my mother would cause things to fall into place. I mean, dealing with just one person like myself is emotionally scarring enough but two? And then, when you consider how much like me Marc is, three??? Joe had to be an anchor, a rock, to balance the flightiness of everyone around him.