A mom in a shore town here in NJ killed her nine year old son yesterday. My nine year old son was in the room with me when the story came on the local news.
I started tearing up and went over and gave him a hug. I’d been washing dishes and my hands were damp. He let me hug him for a second then squealed “Ah, you’re all wet!”
He started wiggling and squirming around, I laughed and let him go.
He asked “What was that hug for?” We hug each other often. It’s not unusual for him to just wander over for a hug out of the blue, multiple times a day. But he knew, there was something more to this hug.
I didn’t know what to say, so I told him I loved him and sent him off to play.
I bought a Dyson vacuum. It was a great deal (at Kohl’s). I put it together and used it today.
It’s nice, as vacuums go, but it’s still just a vacuum. It keeps the dust inside and it’s pretty easy to maneuver. The best part is the nice long hose for the attachments. My old vacuum had such a short hose I had to lift the machine up to reach all the ceiling cobwebs.
So exciting, eh? That’s ok, this post was only an excuse to show you this picture of The Cutest Dog In The World®.
I’m going to contribute to both blogs for awhile, see how things go. I don’t have a solid line in my mind as far as what type of post should go where, but basically, I guess, posts that skew toward family stuff would go here, and posts that are more my own interests and take on things will go on banannie.com.
So, to make this more of a family-type post-
Pat’s in Sweden on business again. We chatted for awhile on GTalk, until my connection burped and I couldn’t log back on for about 10 minutes. By then it was late there, he needed to get to bed. I know trans-Atlantic communications are very old tech (anyone else see that docu on tv about the laying of the first trans-Atlantic cable?), but it was still pretty awesome connecting like that, even cooler than talking by phone, I think, but then I prefer chatting and email to the phone in general.
I drove Andy back up to school today. It was nice having him home for a week- but it did point out his need to find employment early and often this summer. A little too much nothin’ to do time. His road test is rescheduled for two weeks from now, so he’ll be back again then!
Tonight it’s early to bed, I think, or maybe I’ll catch up with an episode or two of Heros (I’ve 5 shows behind!)
I stayed up late last night to wrap up the design for my new blog, banannie.
I’m going to keep both blogs active. More on why later- I’ve got a busy day ahead, taking Andy back to school and visiting with my dad, then I have to be back here to get Tim off the bus. Lots of driving, and possibly passengering on the way up if I let Andy take the wheel!
Hard to believe that two days ago I was running around taking pictures of flowers while wearing a t-shirt.
The weather is just nasty today! It’s been sleeting, not snowing, but enough sleet to pile up as if it were snow. Figures today was the day Andy was supposed to take his road test. He and Pat even went to the MVC office, but they canceled the test.
I’ve been playing with my new site a bit today. I’m going to leave this blog right where it is, and use the new one for posts that are less personal, I guess. I don’t know- I have lots of ideas but the hard part for me is narrowing it all down and really focusing enough to get from A –> B. When I’m working for someone else, I have no problem buckling down and getting things done, but I tend to slack way off when it’s for myself!
I’m completely addicted to Twitter. I’m not actually using it to converse with anyone, more like a train of thought blog. I think a lot of people are doing the same thing.
I’m working on getting my new site set up. I’ve got a few ideas, one is to leave this here as an archive and just start fresh, another is to just use the new one for posts like… this one. The geekier stuff I’m into. Leave this blog for more general interest posts.
I’m just panicking at the idea of migrating everything. It really makes more sense to just keep this blog where it is.