Well hello ...
So sorry not to have posted in so long. Right about the time I posted last, I got caught up in working two jobs. I normally had one day a week off. I worked for a company that did temp and contracting. I worked on the AT&T contract as a Recruiter for South Florida and I was a Event Coordinator with Microsoft. Now I'm back down to one full-time job (Coordinator at Pottery Barn Kids) and helping my mom get my grandmother's house fixed up when I can so they can sell the house.
To kinda catch you up on what has been going on, I'll start back at Labor Day weekend. Justin and I went to Alabama to visit my grandmothers. We spent some time in Birmingham and in Gadsden. We had a ball and both grandmothers seemed to really like him. He had met my dad's mom before at my brother's graduation and my graduation, but hadn't met my mom's mom before. She was telling us about her up coming doctor's appointment and how my mom was going to come over and take her. While at the doctor's office they found out that her brain tumor that was removed a few years previous had come back and had doubled in size. She decided to come to Atlanta to have the surgery (which was a big deal because she has refused to come to Atlanta we think because she was afraid we wouldn't take her back home). She was 81 and celebrated her 82nd birthday while in the hospital.
She had her surgery in October. I at this point was working two jobs (some days I was working 9am-10:00pm) and unfortunately didn't take more time to spend with her before the surgery. She was in ICU about 2 weeks before she woke up. Non of us expected this surgery to go so drastically different from her previous one where she was talking in the recovery room. The doctors did some stuff that my mom and I protested to (i.e. putting in a trach). After she woke up she seemed to know what was going on, but had a difficult time communicating it. She was moved into accute care and then into a nursing home where they were suppose to be giving her treatment. I remember her laying in her bed at the care center doing her "exercises." She knew what to do especially since she had just done the exercises a few years before.
She saw a lot of her family at Christmas and a few more at New Years, but she passed away a little less than a week later. We all got together at her house in Gadsden for the funeral. It was a gorgeous week, but a storm was rolling in the afternoon of the funeral.
Now, my mom, dad, sister, and brother are making frequent trips to get the house ready to sell. I've only been a couple of times. Lots of home improvements are to be made. They tried to paint the ceiling, but it was splotchy. Then they tried rolling the ceiling, but it brought ceiling down with it. Then they tried spraying the ceiling. Well, the sprayer didn't work too well. The house during that ordeal looked like a scene from ET with plastic taped around the walls and floor. Now we are in the process of scraping the popcorn off the ceiling in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and laundry room. My uncles (who live in Texas and Florida) keep asking my mom why it's taking so long to paint three rooms. Little do they understand what trial and error has been going on. My cousin, who goes to school in Alabama, came last weekend to help. He's tall and it just so happened to be the week to scrape some ceilings. We think my uncle sent him as a "spy" to find out what was taking so long. I agree, but I also think he wanted to help and now he can vouch that the ceiling did look terrible from the popcorn starting to peel off.
This weekend was my mom's birthday and we spent it painting the house. We were awoken by thunder and the crazy serge protector beeping because the power went out at 3:30 in the morning and then again about 9:30am when the tornado siren was going off. Claire and I painted the hall after the tornadoes passed. We taped the ceiling and the tape just came down when we started rolling it. About coat #3 Claire was sitting on the floor rolling below the chair railing doing a Michelle impression from Full House by singing "This is no fun, no fun, staring at the wa-all." Then she and I proceeded to play I Spy which consisted of spying "Kiln Beige" (the color of the walls), blue (the painter's tape), opaque (which threw my sister for a loop), and other creative colors we could find in the plastic strewn hall.
That has been my last few months. Hopefully it won't take me so long to post next. I hope all of my few readers are doing well (and from the sound of some posts I've been catching up on, you all seem well).
To kinda catch you up on what has been going on, I'll start back at Labor Day weekend. Justin and I went to Alabama to visit my grandmothers. We spent some time in Birmingham and in Gadsden. We had a ball and both grandmothers seemed to really like him. He had met my dad's mom before at my brother's graduation and my graduation, but hadn't met my mom's mom before. She was telling us about her up coming doctor's appointment and how my mom was going to come over and take her. While at the doctor's office they found out that her brain tumor that was removed a few years previous had come back and had doubled in size. She decided to come to Atlanta to have the surgery (which was a big deal because she has refused to come to Atlanta we think because she was afraid we wouldn't take her back home). She was 81 and celebrated her 82nd birthday while in the hospital.
She had her surgery in October. I at this point was working two jobs (some days I was working 9am-10:00pm) and unfortunately didn't take more time to spend with her before the surgery. She was in ICU about 2 weeks before she woke up. Non of us expected this surgery to go so drastically different from her previous one where she was talking in the recovery room. The doctors did some stuff that my mom and I protested to (i.e. putting in a trach). After she woke up she seemed to know what was going on, but had a difficult time communicating it. She was moved into accute care and then into a nursing home where they were suppose to be giving her treatment. I remember her laying in her bed at the care center doing her "exercises." She knew what to do especially since she had just done the exercises a few years before.
She saw a lot of her family at Christmas and a few more at New Years, but she passed away a little less than a week later. We all got together at her house in Gadsden for the funeral. It was a gorgeous week, but a storm was rolling in the afternoon of the funeral.
Now, my mom, dad, sister, and brother are making frequent trips to get the house ready to sell. I've only been a couple of times. Lots of home improvements are to be made. They tried to paint the ceiling, but it was splotchy. Then they tried rolling the ceiling, but it brought ceiling down with it. Then they tried spraying the ceiling. Well, the sprayer didn't work too well. The house during that ordeal looked like a scene from ET with plastic taped around the walls and floor. Now we are in the process of scraping the popcorn off the ceiling in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and laundry room. My uncles (who live in Texas and Florida) keep asking my mom why it's taking so long to paint three rooms. Little do they understand what trial and error has been going on. My cousin, who goes to school in Alabama, came last weekend to help. He's tall and it just so happened to be the week to scrape some ceilings. We think my uncle sent him as a "spy" to find out what was taking so long. I agree, but I also think he wanted to help and now he can vouch that the ceiling did look terrible from the popcorn starting to peel off.
This weekend was my mom's birthday and we spent it painting the house. We were awoken by thunder and the crazy serge protector beeping because the power went out at 3:30 in the morning and then again about 9:30am when the tornado siren was going off. Claire and I painted the hall after the tornadoes passed. We taped the ceiling and the tape just came down when we started rolling it. About coat #3 Claire was sitting on the floor rolling below the chair railing doing a Michelle impression from Full House by singing "This is no fun, no fun, staring at the wa-all." Then she and I proceeded to play I Spy which consisted of spying "Kiln Beige" (the color of the walls), blue (the painter's tape), opaque (which threw my sister for a loop), and other creative colors we could find in the plastic strewn hall.
That has been my last few months. Hopefully it won't take me so long to post next. I hope all of my few readers are doing well (and from the sound of some posts I've been catching up on, you all seem well).