Hey guys...just to let everyone know over here that I don't see on Facebook, oh yeah I'm a junkie over there now, lol....my grandson, Christopher Michael was born on September 30th. He arrived at 4:51 am, weighing 8lbs and 7oz. He is 21 inches long, and a sweet baby. Mom Dee Dee is doing great, and so is Chris...

Mom and Baby

Christopher Michael

I'm out...peace.

Alas, the hot weather has finally arrived in my neck of the woods, almost 90 and muggy today.

Kids are out of school and running wild, but I have been without them for the past few days and it has been peaceful around here.

I've been on a reading spree, a facebook spree, and a myspace spree lately, and haven't been around since March, but I figured I would post and say hey and let everyone know I'm still alive.

The reading spree has been a bit consuming, it started in February? March? With the Twilight books, which I borrowed from my daughter then became completely hooked. A friend dumped Charlaine Harris' Sookie Stackhouse books on my desk at work and I think I read every waking moment for two weeks that I was not working. I am now officially hooked on the True Blood series based on the books on HBO too...lol.

As if I hadn't had enough vampires, werewolves, and other shape shifting creatures, this same friend introduced me to a world of fairies and then Vampire Humters in Laurell K. Hamilton's books..and I'm into the latest of hers right now.

Dee moved back home, the baby (a boy!) is due at the end of September..I still cannot believe I am going to be a grandma!!

See? My life is still boring lol...nothing much has happened or changed since March...Happy Summer everyone...I'll catch up when the urge hits me again...

Being Late...I'm a procrastinator to the tenth degree, but when I read the challenge on the Featured Grownups page about being late...this is pretty much what came to mind.

I was seventeen years old at the time, and I knew everything. (Didn't we all at that age?) I was going to graduate from high school in less than four months, hit my eighteenth birthday, eventually marry the man of my dreams (Why not we had been dating for a while.) And live a fabulous life.

It was a friday morning. I got out of bed, ate breakfast, grabbed a shower, sang Bon Jovi songs at the top of my lungs while I shampooed my hair..took twenty minutes making my hair big when it hit me.

I'm late.

My hands started shaking, my entire body went numb. My brain went on over drive trying to figure out when my last period exactly was.

Five weeks? Six? I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where our big calendar was on the fridge. Frantically I flipped back to January. Nothing marked except the D on a wednesday letting me know my mom wasn't frantically wondering if she were pregnant.

Did I have my period last month? Forget to mark it on the calendar? I was so overwhelmed I couldn't remember at that point.

I don't remember school that day, except the rock that had lodged itself beneath my rib cage, making my feel sick to my stomach. Or was that a baby making me feel that way?

The panic I was feeling had turned my blood in my veins into a thick goopy mess. I could feel my own heart beat in my throat, and I could taste fear on my tongue.

The absolute terror while I sat on the toilet staring at that stick on the counter after school, is something I will never forget. (Lol it has my butterflies in my stomach now!)

Two little blue lines...I sat down on the floor and sobbed. It was my mom who snapped me out of it, my mom who I was terrified would feel only disappointment every time she looked at me.

"It will  just be another person for the family to love." Is what she said when I told her.

Eighteen years later, three other instances of being late, and I have four wonderful kids. Being late to a dentist appointment is nothing...being late can change your life.