What I Want

Well, we will have another rain event either this afternoon or tonight. Could be severe, may not be. Weather men, you can never trust them!

Yeah, I know, some of you are still digging out of the bazillion inches of snow that just fell again.

I am tired of winter, I want summer. I love 92 degree days, with 90% humidity. That is what I moved here for. (Well, not really. Not A Grampy was transferred here with the Coast Guard and after he retired we never left).

But, I digress. I want summer. I want my pool to warm up to 90 degrees, I want to be able to lay in the pool and read a book and drink my wine. I want to sweat my ass off when I am plucking lovely ripe tomatoes from my tomato plants. I want my fresh green and yellow peppers to become plump veggies. I want the cilantro and jalapenos to hurry up and grow so I can start making fresh salsa.

I want to win the cleavage contest over at Pointless Drivel.

Do We Really Need This?

Today I had my first post-operative visit. This girls are doing fine, still a bit swollen, but moving right along. No, they are sure what size they are yet, will just have to go to the store and try on different sizes.

On the way home, Not A Grampy thought he would like to stop by a local department store and see if they have a better pillow for me to sleep on at night. I am still supposed to try and sleep somewhat elevated. Now that I have moved to the bed I am having some issues with that.

Well, the department store did not have the type of pillow Not a Grampy was looking for. But he did find this...

Now for those of you that do not recognize the picture, it is a remote controlled drink server for the pool. Yes, there is a remote control. Now our guests will not have to leave the pool to get their drinks or snacks. Not a Grampy is in heaven....wife with new boobs and a new remote controlled toy, what could be better?

I am a boring person

I have spent the past couple of days sitting around the house doing nothing. Doing nothing because I have not been allowed to do anything. I am supposed to be resting in a recliner, not lifting anything over 2 pounds. For chrissakes, my coffee cup weighs 2 pounds!

So as I mentioned before, I am not a good patient. I don't like not doing anything. There is nothing on TV, Not A Grampy looks funny sleeping all the time. He is wonderful about getting up and lifting the foot thingy on my recliner, lowering it for me.

I made it a game for a little while, "honey would you put my feet up please."

10 minutes later, "honey, I need my feet down"

5 minutes later,"babe, my feet..."

10 minutes, "umm honey, my feet need to go down again."

He was very patient with the game. I don't think he has caught on yet. I got bored though.

The escorting to the bathroom was kind of fun to. I used that one when I needed to get up and walk around a bit. I will say, the one thing he did not do is go to the bathroom with me. He would walk me in the room, but then quickly back out! Smart man, there are some things I insist on doing alone.

After all of that I learned today that maybe he was right (again not something I want to shout too loudly).

He let me put the dog outside this morning. Actually, he opened the sliding glass door for me because it does weigh more than 2 pounds. I walked outside with the dog trying to get do to do his business. Not a Grampy has to take the Prius in to have some work done and he doesn't want me having to run all over the house. As we (dog and I) were turning to come back in, I tripped over one of the paving stones and whomp down I go. Note to all: paving stones put in by Not A Grampy. All I hear is "what the f**k did you do that for?!!" You would have thought I had done it on purpose. But I do admit, I am not the most graceful person in the world. Never have been and Not A Grampy knew that before he married me 20 years ago. So, this activity really should not have been a surprise. The surprise should have been that it had not occurred sooner.

But I do have to admit, as he is cussing and swearing at me, picking me up ever so gently under the armpits..oww..he is also checking me for broken bones, scrapes, smudges. He sets me in the recliner, again checking for broken leg bones, arms, he never once jumped immediately to the new twins!


I bet he locks the recliner in place now. Shit!!

God I love the man!!

Not A Grampy Does Love Me

Here I am one day post surgery. Not a Grampy has been a royal pain in the ass. Not that I didn't expect him to be. He is very concerned about every movement I make. Can't do that, don't walk that way, are you sure you want that to drink. I know, I know he is only looking out for my best interest. But even the dog is starting to give him looks!!

He is an amazing and understanding person. Because I am not the best of patients even on a good day, so for all my bitching about him, take it with a grain of salt. Any woman would love to have him, but you can't he is all mine!!

In fact, when he was driving me home yesterday I noticed that he had bought me a couple of cards. Of course, right away I was way too out of it to read them, so he waited awhile. Later in the evening, when I was more socialble, (on drugs) he gave me the first card (there are three in all)..

The first one is so cute...there is a little kangaroo on the front, it says..."Twice the hugs and twice the fun" you open it up and it says "when you have two instead of one. Congratulations on the Twins!" Now I don't know about you, but I always did have two. Might not be able to see them as well, but they were there.

Okay, second card "If I may, I'd like to say..." Open card "YAAAY!"

Third card says, "Peekaboo!" Open card, "I see two, Congratulations on the birth of your twins".

We both have a bit of sick sense of humor and I laughed my ass off!! (which of course he was then concerned about too much activity)

I promise I won't blog forever about this or the new boobies. But I finally got to see them today...OHG They are Gorgeous! That's all I wll say about that!!

Sure wish I could have wine!!

New Neighbors Moving In

In 3 days I will be having new boobs. Wee Hee! I have been wondering lately how my current boobs feel about having updated models inserted? So I have been paying much more attention to them lately. (so has not a grampy! hee hee) I really don't want them going any further south on me or try to move out when the neighbors move in.

I hope my southern heading boobies realize how much I appreciate them for all they have done for me for the past 46 or so years. And while, for the first 14 or 15 years they were barely bumps, they were still there. Then at at 21 and 24 years of age they provided nourishment for my two children. They were never really pillows for either child (except right after birth, God they were amazing looking then!!), in fact Daughter always said..."mommy you are too bumpy", but they were there.

I really hope my two set of boobies don't create a Hatfields & McCoy type relationship. They are going to be neighbors, so they really need to get along. I hope the new neighbors respect the privacy of #1 boobies and work quickly at developing a positive relationship. They must remember that this is a wonderful, peaceful, healthy community.

Oh God, I have to check and find out when I can have wine again! Oh that's right, I get lots of pain meds!!!

Stay tuned, only three days to go!!

Out of Stalkdom

Hello blogging world. Hmm...doesn't sound quite right. Okay, doesn't really matter.

I have been stalking several wonderful bloggers for the last couple of months....Yes, I am one of those people..but, you guys are wonderful. It actually started on my local newspaper the St. Petersburg Times, Jan Weisner's husband has been sent to Iraq..she is doing a blog on life at home with children while hubby is gone. Long story short, she posted a link to "Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper"...well that hooked me, between that, "Bluepaintedred" "Seriously", "Avitable", "Have a Drink for Me", well, you get the drift. (By the way,don't yell at me, I don't know how to get that wonderful link in your names to your blog sites...help)

I then wandered over to "Amy's" blog and found her store. She has some great Grandmother stuff...T-Shirts that say.."My Grand kids are Cuter than Yours" and a lot of other things for grandmas. Well, I dropped her a quick email and asked if she could put the saying on something other than t-shirts....ummm I like tank tops, baby doll shirts, etc. Just because my children blessed me with their offspring..(who are angels and never do anything wrong and never cry at granny's house) doesn't mean I am ready for Depends, false teeth, or lots of cats. Don't get me wrong, I like cats, but I don't want to be a crazy old cat woman. Okay, off topic. Quick Trish get to the point...Amy emailed me and had my shirts....I am ordering lots, 1 for my mother (who also became a grandmother and then a great grandmother at very young age), and my daughter's MIL who is wonderful and too young for this, but nothing for my son's MIL (they are the red necks from he**) That family is a whole monthly post on their own....

What I am trying to say, her store ( I would post a link if I knew how...help) gave me the idea finally for my blog. I am not your typical Granny...I have tattoos, I am pierced, I have been happily married to a retired member of the US Coast Guard for almost 20 years, and I am getting my boobs done next week!!!

So, here I am..just wait for the next issue!