i started this as part of the Daily Community here on SmugMug. it has morphed into my photoblog, something apart from the rest.
feel free to comment, but please be respectful for my passion and my life.
feel free to comment, but please be respectful for my passion and my life.
Tuesday Nov 3 '09 day 444
amigos
what a day! it feels like time is slipping thru my fingers faster than I can manage it!! and before I know it, it's bedtime... I hate that!
I was all ready for a day of domestic whatever, but I got a big ole monkey wrench in the works. I'd just gotten to the base when my phone rang. it was a sobbing Q. I couldn't understand him and told him so. I guess he handed the phone to the nurse, who told me that he's had a nosebleed in class, getting blood on his shirt and could I bring him a clean one. no sweat- after I was done w/ my grocery shopping.
Q, along w/ having my pale skin and freckles, shares another trait w/ me- nosebleeds. they are worse in the air wintery air. I grew out of them when I was a teen. I just hope he does too. whenever something happens at school, he is always hysterical when he calls me. I don't understand it. it's not as tho I scold him for calling or shame him for having a nosebleed. but it never fails. he could forget his lunchbox or need a clean shirt. when he calls, there is always tears.
now that DST has ended, there is only an hour of light remaining when I get home from picking up Vernando. Q has been begging me to use his idea for a leaf heart for a few days. today I finally caved. then he thought he was the director of the shoot and told everyone to lay w/ their heads on the heart... I love that kid.
thanks to those of you who commented/gave advise on my situation w/ my (bio) dad. I know that in the end I'll do what I think is best. I would never keep him from having a relationship w/ my sons or hubby.. in the end I'm just thankful that I had a wonderful man in my life to raise me from the time I was 2. I love you Dad.
amigos
what a day! it feels like time is slipping thru my fingers faster than I can manage it!! and before I know it, it's bedtime... I hate that!
I was all ready for a day of domestic whatever, but I got a big ole monkey wrench in the works. I'd just gotten to the base when my phone rang. it was a sobbing Q. I couldn't understand him and told him so. I guess he handed the phone to the nurse, who told me that he's had a nosebleed in class, getting blood on his shirt and could I bring him a clean one. no sweat- after I was done w/ my grocery shopping.
Q, along w/ having my pale skin and freckles, shares another trait w/ me- nosebleeds. they are worse in the air wintery air. I grew out of them when I was a teen. I just hope he does too. whenever something happens at school, he is always hysterical when he calls me. I don't understand it. it's not as tho I scold him for calling or shame him for having a nosebleed. but it never fails. he could forget his lunchbox or need a clean shirt. when he calls, there is always tears.
now that DST has ended, there is only an hour of light remaining when I get home from picking up Vernando. Q has been begging me to use his idea for a leaf heart for a few days. today I finally caved. then he thought he was the director of the shoot and told everyone to lay w/ their heads on the heart... I love that kid.
thanks to those of you who commented/gave advise on my situation w/ my (bio) dad. I know that in the end I'll do what I think is best. I would never keep him from having a relationship w/ my sons or hubby.. in the end I'm just thankful that I had a wonderful man in my life to raise me from the time I was 2. I love you Dad.
Tuesday Nov 3 '09 day 444
amigos
what a day! it feels like time is slipping thru my fingers faster than I can manage it!! and before I know it, it's bedtime... I hate that!
I was all ready for a day of domestic whatever, but I got a big ole monkey wrench in the works. I'd just gotten to the base when my phone rang. it was a sobbing Q. I couldn't understand him and told him so. I guess he handed the phone to the nurse, who told me that he's had a nosebleed in class, getting blood on his shirt and could I bring him a clean one. no sweat- after I was done w/ my grocery shopping.
Q, along w/ having my pale skin and freckles, shares another trait w/ me- nosebleeds. they are worse in the air wintery air. I grew out of them when I was a teen. I just hope he does too. whenever something happens at school, he is always hysterical when he calls me. I don't understand it. it's not as tho I scold him for calling or shame him for having a nosebleed. but it never fails. he could forget his lunchbox or need a clean shirt. when he calls, there is always tears.
now that DST has ended, there is only an hour of light remaining when I get home from picking up Vernando. Q has been begging me to use his idea for a leaf heart for a few days. today I finally caved. then he thought he was the director of the shoot and told everyone to lay w/ their heads on the heart... I love that kid.
thanks to those of you who commented/gave advise on my situation w/ my (bio) dad. I know that in the end I'll do what I think is best. I would never keep him from having a relationship w/ my sons or hubby.. in the end I'm just thankful that I had a wonderful man in my life to raise me from the time I was 2. I love you Dad.
amigos
what a day! it feels like time is slipping thru my fingers faster than I can manage it!! and before I know it, it's bedtime... I hate that!
I was all ready for a day of domestic whatever, but I got a big ole monkey wrench in the works. I'd just gotten to the base when my phone rang. it was a sobbing Q. I couldn't understand him and told him so. I guess he handed the phone to the nurse, who told me that he's had a nosebleed in class, getting blood on his shirt and could I bring him a clean one. no sweat- after I was done w/ my grocery shopping.
Q, along w/ having my pale skin and freckles, shares another trait w/ me- nosebleeds. they are worse in the air wintery air. I grew out of them when I was a teen. I just hope he does too. whenever something happens at school, he is always hysterical when he calls me. I don't understand it. it's not as tho I scold him for calling or shame him for having a nosebleed. but it never fails. he could forget his lunchbox or need a clean shirt. when he calls, there is always tears.
now that DST has ended, there is only an hour of light remaining when I get home from picking up Vernando. Q has been begging me to use his idea for a leaf heart for a few days. today I finally caved. then he thought he was the director of the shoot and told everyone to lay w/ their heads on the heart... I love that kid.
thanks to those of you who commented/gave advise on my situation w/ my (bio) dad. I know that in the end I'll do what I think is best. I would never keep him from having a relationship w/ my sons or hubby.. in the end I'm just thankful that I had a wonderful man in my life to raise me from the time I was 2. I love you Dad.
