|Hello, it's me
||[Aug. 19th, 2007|12:11 pm]
I've been wanting to post for days now, but just can't seem to get started. Too much trapped in my head that I swore I would remember and post about later, but now that it's later I can't seem to get it out.
Daddy is home. For those who didn't get the full story, the blood thinners they gave him for the heart attack resulted in him spending a week in ICU with a bleeding ulcer, which they didn't know he had because they kept telling him his stomach pains (which had been going on for weeks before the heart attack) were referred pain from an aeortic anurism. During all the scanning and scoping for the ulcer they discovered he had a bad gallbladder, which he had removed last week. He also developed pneumonia while in ICU. He's not well, but hopefully is on the mend, and he's glad to be home.
Middle Daughter finished Fish Camp (freshman orientation for those who are not within spitting distance of A&M). I can't believe she's actually starting high school. Where did my baby go? She also finished her summer reading assignment, only to discover that they moved her out of AP English to regular English, so now she has to read a different book. Fortunately it's a short one (The Pearl) so she should be able to finish it in a day or two.
The Boy is all set for Big School. We have orientation for him next Friday. All his uniforms are bought. Now we just need to work on getting him on a better bedtime/wakeup schedule. Like Husband, he is not a morning person. There's a reason we called him "Mole Baby".
Work is kicking my butt. I woke up Friday morning with a ruptured eardrum and the realization that my Pricing function wasn't going to work, despite a frantic week of redesign. I think the only people in the universe more beat up by this project than I am are my programmers. I feel sorry for them, and I hardly ever feel sorry for programmers. Keep your fingers crossed for me, that we find a solution in time to migrate next week.
My niece came and took some furniture out of our garage for her new apartment. She took a dining table, a matching credenza, a floor lamp, and a table lamp. The dining stuff was my maternal grandmother's; the floor lamp was my paternal grandmother's. This confuses my Husband, who grew up with furniture that was bought new and replaced if it was too cumbersome to move. He said, Can you believe we've had that furniture in our garage for seven years and now your niece is going to take it? I told him, That's why we had the furniture in our garage for seven years.
We also put some stuff by the curb. The crib was technically my sister's, so she got to make the call. It's the crib that both her children and my children used, but when The Boy was born, we couldn't find all the parts and had to wire it together with pieces cut from coat hangers. We also put out a child's playtable and chairs, another child's playchair, an old 3-cd stereo, and a cardioglide. The crib and the cardioglide are still there, but the rest was picked up within 20 mintues. I love that about this neighborhood. We never have to haul anything away. No matter what it is, someone will stop and pick it up.
The garage looks much better now, and I've tagged four boxes that can be set out on trash day. Yay for decluttering!