As I near my 8th year as a blogger, I find it more and more difficult to write - well, anything interesting, anyway. Yet, I can't seem to give it up either. So, I will continue to journal my life, such as it is.
On Friday I went to WF to meet with my cousin, Barbara, to discuss our upcoming trip to France. By the way, Jesse decided to go to Paris with us. She was holding out hoping to go to a ceramics convention, but her professor told her to go to Paris with her mother. She said she had been to Paris three times. He pointed out that she had not been with her mother. I think love that man! We are all very excited about our trip. My Marine cousin who lives in Paris is putting us up at his place, or putting up with us may be a better way of saying that. He is currently teaching at the War College. Seeing him and his little family will be great. So, back to the meeting in WF - we had lunch and discussed our plans. Then we moved to Mom's house and sat out on the patio with a glass of wine to soak up some of the beautiful day. Later we moved to my other cousin's house, drank more wine, and continued to discuss Paris. My other cousin was there recently taking advantage of the free room at the Marine cousin's apt. We also caught up on each others' lives and discussed all the other cousins not present. I do love all my cousins.
Saturday Toby, Jes, and I went to OKC to the Affair of the Heart, one big craft show, held at the fair grounds. Lindz and Kat had a booth their. It was a wet, overcast day with a cold wind - a good day to be inside at a craft show. It was fun to see Lindz and Kat and their stuff, but it was pact with people and thier crap. Lots of people watching was done. There are some interesting folk in OKC, and they all brought their kids in strollers or the shopping carts to push around in an already crowded area. It was dangerous.
Sunday was the usual church day. It has been about three weeks since my Grand Babies were there - due to different illnesses. The GGs were glad to be out and about. Mr. T. slept in my arms and was very cuddly. People kept coming up wanting to hold him - take him from me. I had to fight for my time with him. By the way, he is two months old now and weighing in at 12 lbs. I always tell him, "I'm your Booboo - your favorite grandma!"
Jesse spent Sunday night and went back to school this morning. I did my exercise class and tutored. Now it may be time for a nap.