| Mar. 6th, 2006 @ 07:25 pm Ok so the looooong story |
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It's been ages since I've actually updated this thing so I've got oodles to say. So I'm a classroom aide in the Child development Headstart program that means I help preschool teachers. It means I have over 100 little screaming crying hitting swearing bundles of three and four year old joy that think I am amazing and the best friend they could ever have. I adore each and every snot faced last one of them as much as they love me. So as soon as I get everything set I'm switching my pics to include an awesome one of me with my new eyebrow ring.... Mum doesn't think my Grampa will make it through the summer, he's 80 now and has been living the past eight years with out my Grandma. We were so proud of him after she died, she really seemed to be the one that held things together, we didn't know if he'd live long they were so close. The first card after my Grandma's death he sent, a birthday card, wrenched everyones hearts. He never picked out cards before, it was always Grandma's job, she always wrote the notes inside, and usually signed both names. I think we figured then that he was going to be ok, eight years have past and his body's not really co operating with him, he needs help standing up after he's sat down and he can't go up and down stairs he has to crawl. He's selling the house,the big Yellow house with the hammock and the rasberrys out back where we played croquet and ran through the sprinkler, the house with the basement still full of Grandma's old dance costumes, and dolls, and the ping pong table. We're supposed to go collect anything we want the rest is being sold. He's my last living Grandparentit makes me sad.
Well I guess that's gotta be all for now I'm spent.........
Later perhaps |