randomly chaotic and frequently mundane

It was not a perfect New Year’s eve, that’s for sure.  Sisser was at the hospital with her daughter.  It was scary, to say the least.  She had an infection on top of an infection, which resulted in something called Ataxia.  It was a frightening experience, to say the least.  One minute she was perfectly normal.  The next minute, she was stumbling all around.  Within an hour, she couldn’t stand or sit up on her own.  So she spent a few days in the hospital.  It took a neurologist (believe me, just the WORD scared the hell out of all of us) to tell Sisser what it was.  She’s pretty much back to normal now, still a little off balance sometimes, and she needs constant supervision for a few more days.  She can go back to day care next week.  There are bruises all over her face from stumbling and falling.  I think what scared me the most was how fast it hit.  It’s not contagious though, which is a good thing.

Trying to decide what I’m gonna make for dinner tonight.  I’m thinking maybe spaghetti.  Haven’t decided, though.  Meatloaf is also a possibility.  I have Saw 2 to watch tonight.  I think it’ll go better with meatloaf, actually.  I’ve seen bits and pieces of it so I look forward to being able to see the rest.  After it goes back, I’ll get Saw 3 and finally see that.  I currently have Secretary and 28 Days Later on the way.

Gage keeps building a tower of “cylindrical things” and everytime something falls he yells “whoops.”  Sometimes he just yells.  Earlier, Tiger backed into it and Gage started yelling “no-no-no-no-no-no!”  It was kind of cute, but kind of not.  He’s gotten more obsessed with that whole grouping together cylindrical things, thing.  I’m hoping that it passes soon.  Usually he does it for a week or so I put everything away every night and at the end of the week he forgets about it.  This has been going on for 2 weeks now.  I wonder if there are any cylindrical blocks that you can buy… Maybe that would change his focus.

I talked to Woody’s mom the other day.  She wanted to thank me for the photo album I made for her.  I used some of the fabric Gage painted to cover it.  It came out pretty cool, actually.  It was really nice talking to her.  I miss Woody’s parents, they’re awesome.

it makes me a little sad that gage doesn’t get to see his daddy on father’s day, but he’ll get to see him later this week so that’s good. i had wanted to do something special, to be honest. i was gonna try and make a plaque or something with woody’s handprint on it and gage’s handprint inside woody’s. i guess it’s just as well that i wasn’t able to do that, i don’t know that gage would have been very cooperative. still, it would have been a cool thing to do.

i sent my dad a card. and by my dad i mean the man who raised me. the man who donated raw materials is a non-entity in my life. i’m fine with that. because joe (my dad) was a kind and caring individual, who took care of me and my sisters when it wasn’t his job to do so. he didn’t have to be a father to us. he could have chosen to just be a guy who happened to be living in the same house. joe has had more effect on the person i have become than my biological father. and while i may not call him dad, he is my dad.

that stephen king’s IT is on abc family at the moment.

why not… when i was a kid horror films were quality family entertainment. many a night did my family gather around the tv or at the drive in movies to have the crap scared out of us as a family. of course nowadawys people get so pissed off if you show a horror film to a child. ok, i admit that since gage has had night terrors after we watched a horror flick while he was awake, we wait till he’s asleep now… but if your kid can handle it, like my sisters and i could, by all means, take your kid to that horror triple feature at the drive in. scare the bejesus out of them! have a good time with your kids!

some of the best memories of my life are spending time at the drive in movies with my family watching horror flicks. my love of horror movies, and horror novels comes from my mom.