The 3 Faces of Eve

True tales of a girl, a guy, and 3 more girls

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

...and on my way to the computer, I broke my hip

My mom has been visiting for the past 10 days, and we've had a wonderful, fun filled visit. Tomorrow, she leaves, and I'm already having a little panic attack. I'm not good at saying goodbye to her, and that is a big understatement. I've learned that I can't take her to the airport, because I just fall apart, and I don't want to start bawling hysterically, and veer the car off onto the tarmac, and crash into a luggage cart. I'd rather act like a ridiculous baby in the privacy of my own home, so, my dad is taking her. I may even scream and hold my breath until she promises not to leave. She understands, because she's my mommy.

I celebrated my 36th birthday last week... well, maybe "celebrated" is the wrong word, but I definitely turned 36.
Generally, I'm not upset about getting older, because my life has been getting better and fuller every year for the past 8 years or so. But I AM starting to FEEL older now- not necessarily wiser, but wrinklier and more tired.

And I'm going to blame my age for my blogging laziness, because what good is getting older if you can't use it as an excuse? Everytime I sit down to write, my cataracts start acting up, and my arthritis flares up somethin' terrible. And it's so darn drafty in here since I turned 36. I wrote a big, long brilliant birthday post last week, but as I was clutching my shawl around my hunched, weathered shoulders, my dentures fell out and hit the keyboard and erased the entire thing.

So, it's not that I am lazy or undisciplined, oh suspicious readers, it's just that I am so damn old. You can't fault me for that, you lil' whippersnapper hooligans. Don't make me swat at you with my handbag, run over you with my grocery trolley, and kick you with my orthopedic shoes while you are down. Because then, my giant 40 pound cat, Mr. McCuddles, will piss on you. He's also very old, blind and incontinent.

Here are some pics of my great grandchildren:

Piper swinging


Pip & Daddy examining bugs under the microscope


Grandmama with Ruby & Lily


Buckling in her baby sisters


Drinking contest

7 Comments:

Blogger shane nickerson said...

Pfft. I could drink those two lightweights under the table.

June 13, 2007 1:05 AM  
Blogger s@bd said...

I find this post highly agist (age-ist?) and am offended on behalf of the elderly.

(and if i laugh any harder i may actually break a rib)

June 13, 2007 6:14 AM  
Blogger Corinna said...

too cute, eve! glad you had a great time with your mom...don't worry...she'll be back! love you.

June 13, 2007 8:28 AM  
Blogger Jennboree said...

You may be a grumpy 36, but you still entertain us young 30-somethings.

Piper is going to have her mama's gorgeous locks. Did you ever imagine it'd take so friggin long for your kids' hair to grow?

Mommy time is always special and another visit is always around the corner!

Who knew Lily and Ruby were such chuggers? Did you take bets on who'd pass out first?

June 13, 2007 10:38 AM  
Blogger Eve said...

shane- don't be so sure, young man... that was Ruby's 12th White Russian in 10 minutes.

shannon- don't be offended... some of my best friends are old bags. ;)

cori- love you too!

Jenn- I had to wait almost 2 years to get Piper's hair into a decent ponytail... the waiting was torture. I'm glad the twins are a bit furrier. :)

June 14, 2007 10:48 PM  
Blogger tina said...

First of all, Happy Belated Birthday!

Second of all, AWESOME.

June 21, 2007 12:10 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

My mom and nephew were just here for 15 days. Took them to the airport last night and I am also always A blubbering mess. What made it worse was Ben saying grandma don't leave I love you and I need you.. AHHHH

Glad you had A good visit with your mom and the girls are cuter than EVER!

June 23, 2007 11:25 AM  

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