Ian got dressed by himself this morning. That was a big deal. Sad to think that an almost 9 year old getting dressed is a feat, but it is. I dress him in the morning because he’s just not strong enough to do it himself. He was pretty pleased with himself. He wanted to wear his new clothes from mom, but they were too big. Size 6/7 – too big on an almost 9 year old. I don’t know how to fatten him up. I don’t know how to get him bigger so he’s stronger. I wasn’t worried about it because they said the smaller size was better. Guess not. Guess not since he’s headed for a power chair and he’s not even 9 yet. Think I’m just scared that he’s on an accelerated path. My mind can’t wrap around losing him any earlier than ….. well, ever. So I guess it doesn’t matter.
Not sure what to do about the dog. He went after mb3′s girlfriend last night, and mb1 the night before. He wouldn’t let mb2 sit on the couch this morning. and he lives here. stupid dog.
Supposed to call the guy to have him deliver the van. The van that I don’t want at my house. You can think I’m ungrateful if you want, but I HATE drawing attention to myself, and this van is a HEY LOOK AT ME! van. MB2 said he’s going to get it registered. And then we’re going to sell his car.
And then we’re going to use that 5 bucks to buy a happy meal.
My ten year blog anniversary is coming up. I thought it was more than that, but I guess not. December 31, 2002. Damn, that’s still a long time. Long time of listening to me carry on. SHould I try for another 10 or is it time to just shut up? What I’d really like to know is who is still here? I try to remember names, but you know I’m old and my brain no workie these days.
So, if you would, please wish me a happy anniversary by telling me who’s still here and how long you’ve been hanging around, reading this shit. The longest visitor gets a prize. That sounded wrong. Not the longest visitor. The visitor who’s been coming around the longest will get a prize.
No, not really. I’m poor. But I wish I could. Someday.