Crooked Pigtails

Back to normal

Sammy is doing well.  He has left CICU and is happily spending a couple of days on the "step-down" floor with his mama and daddy.  He is line free (meaning all the surgical lines and tubes have been removed), and they can hold him, and rock him, and walk around the floor with him; he is very smiley, getting back to his old self.

Thank you, thank you, for all of your prayers and good wishes.

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My parents just left to go home; I miss my mom already, but I am anxious to get my house back in order--there is laundry to be done (though, not much, as my mother was a clothes cleaning whirl wind while she was here!  Thanks, Mom!), floors to be vacuumed, dust to be dusted, sheets to be changed, blogs to be updated--we need to go to the library and the grocery store, you know, all the stuff that gets pushed aside while you are busy having fun and enjoying a visit with your mother.

And the girls are having none of it!  They want to be in the pool.

Where do you think I will be spending the majority of my day?  Yup.  That's what I think too! 

Sightings

A couple of weeks ago, while running one of a million daily errands, I noticed that the brakes in the van made a strange noise, but it had been raining alot and sometimes brakes make that sound when they are wet (something to do with oxidation, I think), so I didn't pay much attention.  Then, on Saturday, the noise returned, only louder, and in the absence of rain, so I mentioned it to S.  Yesterday,  S witnessed the noise first hand (I would have been worried if he hadn't) and we discussed the need to take the van in this week; he would make an appointment, he said. This morning the noise was frighteningly louder.  As soon as Miss A and I returned home from taking Miss H to school, I called S at work and told him the brakes had to be fixed today and asked him where he wanted me to take the van.  I have never so much as offered to take a vehicle in for repair before this morning; he agreed it had to be done today and said that I should take it to Big National Anchor Store at the mall because I was certain to get it in, and because the wait would be a slightly more bearable for Miss A and I at the mall than in a mechanic waiting area.

A strange thing happened at the mall where Miss A and I spent the entire day waiting to have new brake pads installed on the van.  We were in the children's play area, she was jumping, climbing, and sliding and I was sitting watching her jump, climb and slide while unexpected-car-repair-dollar-signs danced in my head, mentally calculating the expenses for this week, when I looked up, across the play area, and noticed a familiar looking woman walking towards us, but on the perimeter of the enclosed play area.  We made eye contact and she smiled pleasantly the way you do when you make incidental eye contact with another person, I smiled too, I think, and turned my attention back to the play area to check on Miss A.  For a moment, or two, I did that brain wracking thing we all do when we think we recognize someone, but we are not sure why, how, or from where, and then my phone rang (it was the mechanic calling to give me the estimate: not cheap, but not as bad as I expected) and I forgot about the familiar looking woman.

Miss A played, I calculated, time passed. 

Then I saw her again.  Only, this time, she was walking directly towards me, around the side of the play area that I was sitting on, and it was when I realized (why I hadn't noticed this before, I don't know) she was pushing a stroller, a double stroller, that I knew who she was: it was Sherry from Horkin Ramblings! 

She walked by, and for a split second I thought she was going to come into the play area, and I wondered if I would/should tell her that I recognized her/ask her if she was Sherry from Horkin Ramblings, but she simply stopped, read the sign of rules for the area, and continued on her way.

So, here is my question:  for those of you with blogs, would it have been too weird for me to approach her?  I mean, if she had brought her children into the area to play; I would never have chased her down the mall!  Would you have done it?  Would you want to be recognized for your blog?  Honestly, I don't know if I would have told her I recognized her.  If she sat near me and we talked, I may have, but I don't think I would have gone over to her if she had sat on the other side; I don't think I would have stood and walked over, crossing the play area, just to approach her, that would be weird to me.  On the other hand, she has a great blog and perhaps she would appreciate the recognition.

It is all a moot point.

Still, I wonder...

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So, as I said, Miss A and I spent, basically, the entire day at the mall.  We had lunch and we window shopped, I only spent eight dollars (well, besides the mechanic bill) on a pair of sweet little canvas shoes for her, since her sneakers seem to be missing and she had no other shoes that covered her toes, which, occasionally, are needed.  The brakes are good as new and Miss A was phenomenal all day, this very long day.  Overall, I'd call it a success.

Wondering

Which is worse: that my daughters have turned the play room into a mini-disco, complete with a Princess disco ball, sparkly dresses and lots of jewelry, and are currently singing shouting every single word to my The Very Best of Sheryl Crow CD so incredibly loudly that I can feel the vibration three rooms away?  Or...

that they actually know every. single. word. to my The Very Best of Sheryl Crow CD?

Discuss...

Can someone explain to me, please...

just how it is that you can walk into the bath room feeling perfectly fine, see that unexpected pink tinge on the toilet paper, and walk back out barely able to make it to the Tylenol bottle before doubling over with cramps?