Well, let's start wtih the remark I made (sleep-deprived and probably politically incorrect as I am) to Michael as I mispronounced a word, substituting an "r" for an "l" (or was it the other way around?):

"I'm turning Japanese!"

Or, discussing what little profanity I know in German (I could say what translates to "f-ed up" or "crap") and how the class before me made up a German-esque word, "Krappish!!", to be used as a mild swear.
Michael: You MADE UP a word?? What's next? "We're from Polynesia and we made up a word that's not a real American word in your language, but it's real in ours and we made it up"?!?

THAT is yet another reason I married that man.
Because he's hilarious (and he usually doesn't annoy me ... running joke there. Whole other story.)

So, yesterday my mom called to let me know that Grampy called Uncle K and told him to pass along to Aunt J and my mom that Grammy was in the hospital and had a trasfusion of four pints of blood.
My mom, as the eldest, takes it upon herself to be "the strong one" because her little sister is, well, let's just say that Ju doesn't handle trauma well. So, I try to fulfill the needed role of confidant/support that Mom needs (since my stepdad kept trying to tell Mom about this cancer-curing pill that he just saw on TV, even after Mom told him that she just needed someone to listen to her and reassure her that she's going to get through this ... and he's all, "you don't want to hear about the pill??" And she was all "no! I don't! Now I have to leave for work!" ... Wow, I really went all Valley girl there, huh?)
So, after talking to Mom, I waited until closer to normal business hours and called Grampy (I figured if it's serious, he'd be at the hospital and I'd just leave a message wishing Grammy our best wishes and a speedy recovery and all). He picked up the phone amid cleaning up the place and geting ready to head over to visit Grammy in a couple of hours. We chatted. It turns out that transfusions are very common (even, can we say, NORMAL) for people receiving chemo (since it can kill red blood cells). Grammy was hoping to be released last night, but they're keeping her under observation for at least a day.
All in all, nothing to really worry about. Whereas Ju (at least) had the impression that Grammy was dying any minute.
I called Mom on her lunch break (well, as close as I could, since I'm not totally sure about her schedule) and she was glad to hear what information I had gleaned.

Therefore, I'm responsible and all that. The best daughter she's ever had. (*lol* Since I'm her only child, I better be the best, right?).

This morning, I find out that I received more information from Grampy than Ju did when she called. How strange is that?

It really helps things (off-topic-ish here) that Mom and I have such a good relationship. At times, it's almost like we're just really good friends and not just mom and daughter. We can totally talk about anything (not that we always do). She can tell my the latest in what my stepdad is up to, while I regale her with Bruce and Zoë's latest accomplishments. We can run ideas off of each other. (Just like I do with my friends.) It's pretty cool.

What else?
Oh! one of my friends got engaged! I'm SO excited for her. I don't have any details besides her fiance's name ... it's all pretty new and they haven't set a date or anything yet. But I'm so glad. She's such a sweetheart that it was mindboggling that no worthy guy had snatched her up before this. (I'm glad to report that her fiance sounds like a great guy. Or else, as I told her, i'd have to come down there and kick him in the head ... and I just don't have the right shoes for that. And she reassured me that he treats her very well and is a wonderful guy. Which I was very glad to hear).

Sad news is that one of my friends miscarried. And had had problems with conceiving before that. The good thing is that it wasn't anything wrong wtih her body (or her husband) ... so they're free to try again in about 4 months.
But still, I'm so bummed for her. I cannot even fathom what she's going through. And it makes my heart ache just to consider it. Just put her and her husband in your prayers and send good thoughts and good baby-karma their way. (And good-baby karma, too. None of those bad babies. She deserves the best, you know.)

Zoë is continuing teething. Today is a bit of a bear with that. Lots of weeping and wailing and gnashing of what teeth she does have. Time for Mommy to deal the drugs (read: ibuprofen). Bruce is getting better at taking steps, but he much more prefers to walk while holding onto one of your hands. Zoë will either walk on her own (for a few steps before falling) or would rather hold onto both of your hands. ...Now if only I had three hands, it'd work out so much more easily!

I'm trying to read through the issues so I can be an informed voter. I just wish that they would write these things (and just about all legal-ish stuff!) in normal speak. Maybe add some tables to compare ... or just imbue me with some psychic powers so I could tell what would happen based on how I vote (not like I'd be the tie-breaker all the time or anything. Sure I'm ego-centric, but I'm not THAT ego-centric).

Finally made it to Storytime at the library yesterday ... after a few weeks.

Zoë likes to be read to. And to hold/play with books. Bruce? Well, his attention span is a little shorter. And he's a little more ... um ... energetic while playing with their board books. We'll see how this progresses.

Zo's developed seperation anxiety ... but, thankfully, not a full-blown case. People at church don't get to hold her a lot, while Bruce gets passed to people he doesn't know from Adam.

Oh crap, they closed themselves in their room again. Gotta go.

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My mood right now is:

Temple and not writing much - 2006-10-29
Maybe it's just me ... - 2006-10-26
In my dreams, I'm pretty hot ... if I do say so myself. - 2006-10-25
I'm gonna kick the croup outta you!! - 2006-10-23
All I have to do is dream, dream, dream ... - 2006-10-20

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