facebook fragments: 12/28/13 – 01/10/14

For those of you who don’t follow me on facebook…

Wednesday, 12/25/13
What time did you wake up? PinkGirl came in our room at 8:52am.
I told her the time was too weird to get up and I had to snooze for 8 minutes.

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Saturday, 12/28/13
Toto, I don’t think we’re in Orlando anymore. #mykindamovietheater
FavoriteSon PinkGirl movie theater recliners

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Sunday, 12/29/13
“Julie’s road trip driving tips:
1. If your vehicle has cruise control, it must be used.
2. If you set the cruise control on your vehicle, leave it alone. seriously.
3. If you feel compelled to constantly change the speed of the cruise control, let someone else drive.
4. If you pull in front of me and tap your brakes, my family will be forced to hear the nonsensical rant of Yosemite Sam until I can pass you. and probably for at least 60 to 90 seconds after that. #homesweethome ”

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Monday, 12/30/13
“Out with the old (1996), in with the new. I can’t believe I actually picked FLOWERS on purpose.
#whatwasithinking #girlytominimalist”
old flowery lighting new minimalist lighting

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“I love the sound of my kids laughing together. #dontblink”

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Tuesday, 12/31/13
“My daughter is so lucky I only post stuff about her with her permission. so. very. very. lucky. #ilovemydaughter”

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Monday, 01/06/14
“Waiting for PinkGirl in car line. I’m gonna miss this when FavoriteSon’s classes start. I’ll only get to drive his car on Fridays.”
Inside FavoriteSons Dodge Avenger

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After the National Championship game that night:
“The Mills men will sleep soundly tonight. Eventually.”

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Wednesday, 01/08/14
“Setting up Outlook 2013 on my new desktop. Just Googled “Outlook 2013 ugly” #ewww”

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Thursday, 01/09/14
“This just seems like a band who got tired of trying to think of a name.
Maybe there’s artistic quirkiness or deep profoundness I’m unaware of.”
band named skillet

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“This is what PinkGirl looked like when she got in the car after school today. #ilovemydaughter”
PinkGirl free hugs

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“In my dream last night, James Garner was a drug dealer. But I think it was okay because he was the one buying the drugs from himself. And the drug turned out to be a very rare cheese. #ihavenoidea”

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“Discovery Day” is right.

FirstHusband and FavoriteSon went to a college “Discovery Day” on Saturday, inspecting a potential choice for FavoriteSon.

I think it just hit me that, if he goes away to college as a freshman, his sister will only be in 7th grade when he goes.

That hadn’t even crossed my mind.

We would miss him like crazy, but his sister? Serious, serious, serious sadness. The loss of that daily interaction between them would be so hard for her. They may fight sometimes, but they really love each other.

Anyone have that experience themselves as a child? Have an older sibling move away to college?
How old were you? How did it change your daily life? How do you think the presence an older brother or sister in your daily life would have changed your remaining years living at home?

welcome to my world, MrJAK

My mom didn’t go into the rehab facility yesterday, something about being evaluated and the doctor needing to order it . . . anyway, my mom’s friend, MrJAK called to update me today.

He took her to the emergency room to force the issue. Currently she is in the ER, waiting for someone to authorize rehab. She still has severe edema – about 20 pounds of water. She’s breathing with difficulty and oxygen. While she can walk, it’s is slow and difficult. Her blood pressure is high and her heart rate is around 120 – while she’s on XANAX! So in addition to learning about HFCS today, I’m also reading up on Tachycardia.

I did get a laugh today, though. MrJAK, while talking about my mom, said:

(sigh) “You know, Julie . . . your mother has a little bit of an attitude problem.”

I swear, I’m glad I did not have a mouthful of coffee or I would be smelling hazelnut for the rest of the day.

An attitude problem.

really?

I’ll keep that in mind.