I broke down and reinstated. Got all my pics back. I couldn't deal with not being able to use the icons Toby made.


So, who still reads this fucker, anyway? Post. Lemme know.

Yeah.

...and what possessed me to post on LJ?

 It's 3:30 in the AM, and I am up sucking coffee and not sleeping. Which is the norm....with one little difference.

Rhiannon and her *"not-boyfriend" Phred are stretched out on the floor about 10 feet away from me playing Resident Evil after a Valentine's dance at their high school.  Phred (yeah. like Fred. You've no idea how much I hate typing that. And it's his honest-to-fuck name.) missed his bus and there isn't another until 5 AM. Phred is an newly-minted 18 year old and he can pretty much do what he likes (which includes no curfew- at all). Since he lives in downtown Portland (but chooses to go to school in Milwaukie)- he asked if he could hang until his bus arrives. Phred's a nice, non-fake guy- doesn't go out of his way to kiss my ass, and quite frankly- I wouldn't want my kid waiting in a bus station at 3 AM until the next bus arrives.  "Sure", I think. They'll play video games, eat, drink and talk shit. Rhiannon is shy of 16, shockingly level-headed and honest- so I find it perfectly acceptable for them to be in the living room jointly playing a video game. They don't intend to lock themselves in her room...cranking up the music and pretending that they aren't copping a mutual feel. 

Then Rhiannon looked at me and asked "So, if we wanna crash until 5...?" and jerked her thumb towards her room with shoulder shrug.

Wait...What?? WHAT??!!? My head almost caved in. Crash in your bed? My heart twisted like a dishrag. "We"? "Crash"? You? Him? Bed? CRAZY TALK? No. No! FUHHHCK NO!?

...It's weird what runs through your brain. I feel these two are responsible enough to protect each other from a zombie attack- but one mention of a bed- and I wig ...I don't worry that Phred will grow a Snidely Whiplash 'stache and attempt to steal away her virtue...nor do I worry that Ru will turn into Diane from Trainspotting...but I am sitting here in a state best described as quiet...near...sorta...I dunno, panic?

Mercifully, I kept quiet. On the down low, as it were. Cool like a cuke. Those of you who know me will be pleased to read that I did not

A. Purse my lips Eliza Jane Wilder-style and shame-wag my fingers while wailing "Oh NO, young missy...'Tisn't proper NOR ladylike!"
B. Goggle incredulously and bark "Crash? IN YOUR BED!!? Perfectly sized for bumpin' uglies? Are ya serious? Did you just take a BONG HIT?
C. Cry and go fetal


But oh, so close. Most of the people I know are dealing with preschoolers and I've got a kid nearly finished with high school and this messes with me fiercely. I feel so old.








* kind of a joke. Phred and Ru are in deep like. They were good friends, and it's graduated to "smitten". It's nauseating. They've not reached the stage of "No you hang up. No you...No you. YOU hang up first...heee" or "I just luhhhhve your NIBBLY little KISSES", but they do finish each other's sentences and stare at each other dreamily. But since Rhiannon hates the schmaltz factor of "going steady"- she calls him "The Not-Boyfriend".

Tracy emailed the following and asked if I would post it on Facebook, but I'm going to post here as well:

"I've been in mommy mode pretty well so far except a short breakdown after tonight's surgery.  He was having a steel rod placed into his right femur.  However, due to the traction he's had his leg in, things didn't go quite as perfectly as desired.  I can't remember exactly, but something to do with the muscles not being held tight enough made it so they couldn't sew him back up completely so there are two wound vacuums on his leg.  They will be going into clean his wound on wednesday and then start skin grafting on friday.  So he'll be in longer and there will more scarring. 

His blood pressure is getting better, much closer to normal.  They also suctioned his lungs today with very little blood coming out so the blood may be completely or close to it from his lungs.  He's still on the ventilator to help him breathe and his head is still elevated to avoid swelling of his brain.

Someone dear to us from the medicine lodge came to say prayer for him and right after was when his BP got better...no offense to any christians or others...but I knew in my heart that Powell needed to hear the prayer and song...that's where his heart is.

Also learned that from the scans, his hips are done growing and his knees are almost done so he's actually just about as tall as he's gonna get.  At the height he is now, he's too tall for the hospital bed!as the La Crosse Tribune reported

Not sure if I posted this earlier, but I learned he was NOT driving in the no passing zone as the La Crosse Tribune reported (from police report) but was about to finish passing as the no passing zone started but the inertia of his car, since he was heading downhill, caused the cars to end in the no passing zone after colliding, so that is what the sherriff's dept reported.  He was still out after curfew...which he was in trouble for the night before...and not wearing a seatbelt...but hey, do i care right now? no.  Plus his father told the officer to mail the tickets to him. 

well, they're done doing the midnight routine so i'm going back to his room.  Thank you for all the well wishes!

No.


No, no, no.


This, like the brief period of bleach insanity, is not something you should try on. Please remember that you shouldn't fix it if it ain't broke. That sort of facial hair should only be attempted by Leon Amoral- and even then, it's ridiculous.

Have a great birthday, Gavin!!





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