Getting With The Program

For the most part I am over being sad. Maybe it was going to the big mall in El Paso with Heather and Jimmy last Sunday that got my heart to changing. I saw some of the cutest baby clothes in the world and that was all she wrote. This baby is going to be a girl and her name is Isabella. Cady is at her first sonagram appt right now. I am not there because I have the flu. Boyfriend is supposed to meet her there but just in case he cannot make it Heather( big sis) will be ready to jump in. I had to call work for Cady to let them know she will be late and I told them the news. The woman I always end up talking to is such a big bitch. Cady is staying there until next week and get her damn Xmas bonus. After that she can look for another part time job. I can get upset with my daughter but nobody else better give her any trouble. The only time I ever got a ticket was for threatening to hit a police officer for arresting my 14 yr old son for something he did not do. Yes, I have a real trashy side what can I say? The judge laughed at the ticket and gave me no fine. I have since learned to control my temper a little better.
Joe is flying to New Orleans on Sunday. Picking up a vehicle on Mon and driving it back here. I always wanted to see the French Quarter when I was younger. Hope he takes a few pictures for me. Sunday before last is when Cady gave us her news. I had cried on and off all that day over having to put up a fake tree this year. Never in my life have a had a fake tree. I don't know why it such a big thing for just this one year. I had to make a choice. We don't have the money this year and I have 8 grandkids to buy gifts for. If I spend 60.00 on a tree it will put a big dent in my funds. Okay, no big deal. Then finding out grandbaby # 9 is on the way kind of took the importance of the tree off my list. There is still no tree up in our home. I have decorated the mantle and piano and all the doorways. I cannot bring myself to put together a tree. This is a big and very beautiful fake. Heather used it in her den last year. My dad is rolling over in his grave just knowing that I have it in my house. I am not sure if it's about me and my dad or what it is. He took me with him each year to pick just the right tree. It was a big deal. Christmas was my dads favorite thing all year. This sounds like self therapy. Tonight no matter what, before we turn out the lights there will be a tree up and I know I will be happy. I am so blessed how can I waste time on something so small?