Jayne Is Home

Jayne Is Home
My Mother, Jayne, that is. I was named after my sweet, sainted Mother. She was released from the hospital late yesterday. She's been instructed to use a walker to get around. Robin said she's having trouble getting her to eat. Maybe she should try some vitamins...or marijuana. I hear that it gives you a good appetite. Just trying to see the humor in it all. I told her I was going to bring her some weed, just to hear her laugh. That's my job. To spread good cheer and keep them both uplifted. Between her hospital stay and Robin's hospital stay, I've got to search for the humor in life's bumpy highway.

I dusted off this old su s a n * j a y n e template I had used in 2002. Just for something different. If I was smart, I'd know how to skin this site and my other one to change templates with one click. But part of the fun for me is playing with my templates. Long time readers will recognize this grey and white and red one. Still need to modify the comment box to make it match up nicely. But it won't be now. 'Cause I've got some fun planned this evening.

Got up, lit two cigarettes and thought to myself that maybe I should go back to bed and start over. Or maybe I'll just try some more coffee. Three cups later, I'm still not with it. Oh, the joys of menopause. Yeah, that's it. I'll blame it on menopause. Sigh...guess I can go visit my favorite weblogs and hope for an awakening. Or a swift kick in the ass to get me started.

Went to the mailbox and my checks arrived. I went online to imagechecks on Jan 10, because I only had about 5 checks left. I hit the "re-order" link, since I've ordered from them before, and sat back and waited for my checks to arrive. After about 10 days, and no checks, I remembered that they have my OLD address, not my current one, since I had moved in October. Lovely. They don't forward checks and my local post office didn't know for sure what they'd done with them. I ended up ordering another batch of checks. Now I'm into them for about $45-$50 and still no checks, just one left in my checkbook. The reason I order checks online is because they're much cheaper than the checks the bank gets for you. Well, both orders show up today. One with my new address and the ones with my old address. We pay many things online and use our visacard for many things, but we still need checks for the whole 'writing checks on Thursday because you don't have money in the account until Friday' thing. And for mailing other bills. But mostly for the robbing-peter-to-pay-paul thing. (At my Bank of America account online, they ask you to name your accounts, and my Checking is named: Peter; and the Savings is named: Paul)

Now don't sit there and act like you don't know what I'm talking about. If you're so flushed you've never written a check before your funds were in the account, come in a little closer so I can slap you. Since hubby's been sick, it's slim pickin's around here, believe it. But all's well that ends well. I have many things to be thankful for. I've shitloads of checks and my account isn't that much overdrawn.

Pecan Logs - Only 10 More Miles to Stuckeys! And pralines, peanut brittle, and souveniers. Seeing a Stuckey's roadside sign takes me back to a most innocent time in my life. I always wanted one of those shabby looking cheesy, carved-face coconuts. When I was a child, Stuckeys was almost the only place to get lunch, gas, and take a bathroom break on the roads thru Georgia and Florida when we traveled to Miami and Fort Lauderdale each year. My sister and I sat in the back seat and yelled out when we saw the signs along the highway telling our Father how many more miles to the next Stuckey's. Even if we'd just pulled out of one, we'd carry on so much he'd sometimes pull right in to the next one. I'm sure he was hoping we'd take a nap and not notice any more signs or we'd never make our destination. The more I think about it, I could really go for one of those pecan logs right about now. Did you have a special place you always stopped at on trips?

Deja-vu all over again. Now my Mother is in the hospital. Besides pneumonia, they're running tests to see what else is the problem. One doctor talking to my sister was concerned that Robin had recently been ill. Almost like they were considering some kind of connection between the two. I wonder if that's possible that something strange and housebound got them both ill, and eventually made other things break down in their system. Something like the water, maybe? Ah, I've probably seen too many movies. But there are similarities about having a fever, and being incoherent, and not being able to diagnose them.

There's snow as far as the eye can see this morning. I love snow...until I need to drive someplace. Luckily I'm two blocks from an Exxon convenience store so I can walk.

She's back unscaithed. I just asked our 15 yo daughter, Sky to drive to the store to pick up a newspaper for me. Only two blocks away. She was gone for 3 minutes. Given the opportunity to prove herself trustworthy and responsible is great for all of us. I would have never gone straight to the store and straight home in 3 minutes at her age. In fact, I stole the family car every chance I got at that age. When my parents were asleep, while they were in church, at the pool, .......oh my. Please don't let my daughter be like me.

I guess I've stalled long enough. I really need to start some laundry and clean up the kitchen, and all that fun stuff.