Bob Loblaw

My brother and his family spent most of this week here. I almost felt like I was on vacation too. My brother is crazy. I love him to pieces, and his wife is a sweetheart. We went to the Railhead on Tuesday evening for the live music and he kept me in stitches with his antics. He told me he spent the better part of his life being timid and safe and he's just not going to do it anymore; he's determined to have fun. Trust me, he is not timid any longer. In fact, he can be downright embarrassing when he dances. They returned home yesterday and the quiet house is an adjustment after all the recent activity.

The birthday excursion to the Stockyards sort of petered out. We went but not with nearly as many people as we had expected. It was fun, but it's definitely not my scene. I'm not fond of bars or crowds so I think it will be a good while before I do it again.

If you've read the comments under my last post you know I didn't get the job. Realistically, I knew someone else would be better qualified, so it wasn't a total shock when they called to tell me I didn't make it through to the second round of interviews. It was a huge let down anyway.

The oldest grandson is gearing up for the football season. He did a 3 day camp this week and practices start soon. My son in law is coaching this year. Well, he's head coach this year rather than assistant coach as he has been in years before. SIL is not looking forward to the grousing of the football mommies and daddies when their little Heisman contenders don't get to play as much as the parents think they ought to be playing.

The littlest grandson started crawling and trying to pull himself up on the furniture this week and has learned what "no" means. He isn't crazy about that word either. He's so proud of himself. There's a lesson to be learned from watching him. As an adult I have not been satisfied at all with the progress I've made. I want it all now now now. Maybe I should marvel at each baby step the way Jackson does and the way I do when watching him. And maybe I should rebel against the word "no" a little more, too.

EXCITEMENT!

I have an interview tomorrow for the job I mentioned a while back that I really, really want!

Does Ft. Worth ever cross your mind?

Friday night is the big night. The way my daughter tells it, half the population of Weatherford and citizenry from various other locations will be invading the Fort Worth Stockyards en masse for fun and mayhem. I worry about hangin' in and keepin' up because I'm old, crotchety and used to being in bed early while the majority of the crowd is young and frolicsome. I'm a sitter and a watcher and "frolic" hasn't been in my vocabulary for a very long time. I like to have a place to sit my beer and park my butt. I don't think there's going to be much sitting and parking going on.

Son-in-law tells me I need to relearn how to get my freak on. I told him I thought it was weird he'd noticed his mother-in-law's freaklessness. Back in the day I was a master flirter, but then it was safe to say something slightly innuendous because there was no fear that anyone would take me seriously with the husband standing by. And yes, I know innuendous is not a word, I looked it up. I also know that innuendo is not necessarily flirting, but it was fun. In SIL's defense I think what he really meant is that I need to loosen up and quit being such a stick in the mud. I intend to try.

Anyhow, that's where I'll be. Come on out and join us. I'll be the tall, skinny, slightly-freaky "mature" woman with the rose in her teeth.

None of us will ever know what transpired between the mother and daughter in Coppell, but everybody's got a strong opinion about it. Mine differs slightly from the norm and I am wary about stating what I think. Taking her daughter's life along with her own was inexcusable, but my heart breaks for the feeling of utter despair that drives someone to suicide. Most people, thank God, have not experienced the kind of anguish and hopelessness that leads a person to think the only way out is death, and unless you have, her actions are incomprehensible.

It goes way beyond having the blues. It has nothing to do with pride and keeping up appearances. Suicidal people don't want to die, they only want the pain to end. Someone that ill does not think rationally. They're to the point that rational plans do not seem possible, and they don't ask for help because they don't think they CAN be helped. Yes, suicide is a selfish act, and hers more so than most because she killed her daughter, but suicide doesn't seem selfish to the person in the depths of an abyss they see no way out of. It's not right but it is a tragedy.

My morning glories have finally started blooming, but only the purple ones and even the purple blooms are few and far between. I planted blue and white varieties too, but neither of those have bloomed yet. It was the blue ones I was looking forward to the most. I am happy with what has been given to me.

Too Cute

This video is precious. I've never heard of Plan B. I was just messing around on you tube when I saw where someone mentioned it. I think it's really clever how they visually incorporated the beat with the jury's movement, and those dancing bailiffs cracked me up.