I'm in Heaven.

Today I got my first “Jake hug.” I’ve been getting “Sam hugs” for over a month now and they have always been fabulous, but today was my first “Jake hug.” He has always been a little less sure of me than Sam, which is fine. But last night we were sitting in the kitchen working on his homework and laughing together. And then this morning when I was standing at the door getting ready to leave and asked for hugs, he was the first one to come up to me. I’m very excited.

Good News.

Matt met my grandparents, my father & step-mother, and my cousin Julie, her husband & son this past weekend...and he's still talking to me! He DIDN'T run for his life! I am amazed. My cousin Julie and her family were not the worry. They are great. I was actually looking forward to them getting to meet Matt. It's my grandparents and parents that I figured would be the deal breaker. Brave man.

Pain.

I hurt myself. I'm guessing I did it while helping to move Stewart's 500 pound dog house, but I could be wrong. My back is killing me.

Foot Sludge.

Last night I was cleaning up my bedroom and I came across something I had totally forgotten about. When a man wears black socks, the sweat from his feet and the lint from the socks join to make foot sludge. After a man removes his socks at the end of the day, it glues itself right to the carpet. I would think that it would make a great roof sealant. Anything you need waterproofed, just slap from foot sludge on it. I think that I could have a multi-million dollar industry here. It’s gotta be something in man foot sweat because I don’t have this special gift.

Mom.

Yesterday I called my mother to check to see if she needed anything since I was going to be in her area last night. She said that she was good for a couple of days, but requested that I take her to get her haircut this weekend. I said that I would. Then she mentioned that she saw the live-in apartment manager for her building earlier that day in a scooter/electric wheelchair type thing for the first time. She has MS like my mom does. Mom said that she didn't like seeing what the future held for her. She's scared. I'm scared too.

Snickers.

Yesterday I was at a loss. Apparently I had drained the snack machine of its last Snickers bar on Friday and some idiot refilled the slot with Three Musketeers. I panicked and ended up with some cupcakes. Today I'm happy to report that the Snickers are back, but have moved from selection #144 to #147. I'm okay with that, just as long as they keep it stocked.

I've also noticed that many of my blog postings are turning out to be about food. Maybe I should change the name of my blog to "Pam's lunch corner" or "Snacks with Pam". I'm open to suggestions...