Tag Archives: Tennessee

Surgicallistic

Well, my grandmother goes under the knife again today. This sucks. Mom has been going non-stop since the last week of June. She needs a break, but there’s no way she’ll take one. She’s in NC again, for the second time in two weeks, after getting only 10 minutes to prepare to leave the first time after coming home from TN. She’s sleeping in the hospital chair in my grandmother’s room, and I’m sure she’s not eating well. I just want her home. Scott is headed to Lewisburg to qualify for the WV Amateur (or Open, I don’t know which) and Dad is just going about his normal things, albeit much lonlier than usual.

I was so confused yesterday that I thought it was Wednesday already. In a small, small way, I’m almost looking forward to going back to work. No, on second thought, strike that. I’m not.

Lazy Posting

I’ve let a lot go by without mentioning it on here. Now that I’ve closed ZeroMuch (well, archived it), I’ll try to write more. Rejoice.

Recently, I’ve had a mini-vacation to TN, seen Ben and Jesse, had poison ivy all over my face (second doctor’s visit in a month…yay), and waited for my grandmother’s surgery to stop giving her problems. I found a really cool Zune clock to add to HobStar (my Zune), so I’m really happy about that. I don’t wear a watch and my sorry TracFone is just not something I’m willing to whip out everytime I want to check the time. Having a clock on my Zune will be perfect because now I can watch Shaun of the Dead AND time the AP exams properly. Heh.

Television-wise, we’re gearing up for a late Summer viewing schedule which includes old Star Trek: Voyager, SGA, Project Runway, Big Brother, and Shear Genius. I’m not overly enthused with the newer shows, especially SGA. I seriously think that unless they lose Dr. Keller, my viewing days are limited. I hate that a show that has meant so much to me has brought about so much disgust, but I can’t help it; she just grates.

Home

We had somewhat of a family gathering this weekend. Dad’s sister, Nancy, and her son, Donnie, came in from Florida. My uncle, Jim, and his wife, Wanda, drove up from Tennessee. They spent most of their time visiting their childhood town and eating out. Last night, Scott and I joined them for dinner at The Mayflower, which is the only decent seafood place around. I had the grouper. I don’t know if it was talking to Donnie about Florida or the grouper that did it, but I almost missed living in Florida…for a split second, anyway. The rest of the weekend has been filled with absolutely nothing. And I am bored.