Tear Streaked Cheeks

Our household is not feeling l'amour this week.

My grandpa passed away Sunday night. While it wasn't entirely unexpected at his age and in his health, it was quite sudden.

But that was just like him. When he had made his mind up to leave for a trip he was packing the car and on his way. Once he got on the road there were no side trips, no detours, no lingering longer than planned.

He didn't linger. I don't believe he felt any pain or fear. He even got to ride in a helicopter to make his final journey.

He was in a place he loved and he and Gran-ma were surrounded by people they care about.

The only problem is that that place is in Texas. The southern most part of Texas. A paradise. A Spring Break destination. But very far away from Home-Town Mid-West. My Mother and Brother flew down to be with Gran-ma. They are making the arrangements to put the trailer in storage, bring the truck home and get both Gran-ma and Grandpa home.

I am having a hard time not being there with my Gran-ma. I want her with me so that I can take care of her and hug her and tell her everything will be alright, that Grandpa wouldn't have left her if he didn't think she could make it through this.

I have settled with talking to her on the phone and all I can keep saying is that Mom will bring her home to me soon and I'll be waiting for her when she gets there.

To my only favorite Grandpa

From your only favorite Granddaughter

I Love You

Get Out and Help Out!

5 years ago my cousin was diagnosed with a rare form of Ehlers-Danlos. Today she is live with the disorder, holding a job in between hospital stays, and paying for her hospital bills, but has an amazing outlook to her own life.

Chase Bank is holding a vote to determine the charity to which they will donate to.

Go vote for Ehlers-Danlos!

Twilight - Modern Warfare 2 - Trailer

Those of you who have read twilight - I hope you get a laugh out of this

Those of you who know what Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is - this is all that has been on our TV since Christmas

Put them together and I was crying (in my cubical) I was laughing so hard!

PS3 Games - E3 2010 - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

From G4TV.com

An Image for Today - Friday

Keep it close...

Image by: Ian Mitchinson Photography

Wow its been a long time! Oh well, moving on.

I love the coloring and the lighting of this image. Oh and the use of cropping! Doesn't it make you want to go home a snuggle close to the one you love?

I have big plans of doing a bunch of nothing this weekend besides snuggling. Have a great weekend everyone!

What are You Eating?

If you follow my tweets you may have raised an eyebrow in confusion yesterday! Here's the story...

Husband is on his pediatrics rotation and some one thought during lecture it would be a good idea to give him a crayon.

It was a cute project and perfect for peds: without words express why you want to be a doctor. Of course he asks who has the green crayon and starts poking fun at them because they're just going to draw $ right? No so much, she's a sweet heart.

But seriously the big problem here is that Husband has a crayon. Husband = zero arts and/or craft skills. His art class in college {sculpture} was all done by me after hours and then thrown against the wall to make it look like he did it. Husband 'drew' the people he would help.

So I give you this. His beautiful artwork.



{It kind of makes me feel like a proud mom and want to put it on the fridge with a huge magnet}

Apparently one of his classmates thought the big floating head looks like and ogre. And proceeded to think that it was a good representation of Husband. To which Husband responds with the only logical answer, 'Yes I want to be a doctor because I just want to eat babies.'

Lesson of the day: don't give Husband crayons. He'll give you back a picture like when he was 5 and verbal answers like he was 10 with same goofy grin.

{I love him}

Just a Pleasant Dream

Conversation between Husband and me on Monday:

Scene - Me getting ready for work sitting in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror leaning on the counter (looking all miserable)

Husband - Did you throw up last night?

Me - Umm, yea.

Husband - Ok, I wasn't sure if that was real or a dream.

Me - You even got up and gave me a glass of water.

Husband - Ha. I don't remember that. Are you feeling better?

Me - (So confused, with a dumb founded look) No.

I wonder if he's truly awake on call or treating patients in very realistic dreams...