And he's off....

The boy child (aka Bubba, Buddy, Bobba Loo, Buck Tumbleweed, Buckwheat... our son) is leaving for his whirlwind tour of the Virgin Islands to visit Jolea and then he's off to backpack Europe for about 3 weeks. I just keep having these visions of American Werewolf in London pop in my head. You know the part where they are bee-bopping down the road in the dark and they hear the howling!!!! Then they have to run with backpacks on!!!!! After seeing that movie I never wanted to wear a backpack. That's why I drag my luggage on wheels, and I try not to bee-bop in the dark. He and the buddy he's going with came by school this afternoon to say good-bye. They will leave VERY early in the morning and were off to watch a Roughriders baseball game tonight. I told them about my backpacking fears.

Hubby got a good report Monday from the test to see if his white count was up after the shot, it was thank goodness. He hopes to never have that happen again. The shot that is. I have got to find out what to feed him to help keep the white cells up. He said he had never been in that much pain, and it was all over his body. At one time it was his back, then the pain would travel to his thighs, then his shoulders, then an ankle and so on. It seemed like it took him longer to bounce back from the shot for the white cells than it took him to get over the chemo treatment. He felt crummy all weekend. We missed out on going to Garland. If any of you know how to keep you white blood cells up let me know. Hope it involves eating chocolate ice cream.

He did go in to work for a little bit on Monday, just to turn in the disability paperwork. His boss is really going to miss him. The boss is worried about working with the "dufus" that is working in Hubby's place. One of those people who is never where you need him when you need him.

Hubby's been spending his free time, when he feels like it, working on a mandolin, a guitar and now he's taken up an old hobby that he put on hold for a few years.... leather crafting. Yeah Jolea, you will not only have the lovely melodic strum strum of the Strummer, but also the bang tap tap tap tap of the rawhide mallet. Aren't you excited?

He also moved the Strummer into the guest room. I didn't ask why... thought it may have to do with Bubba bringing his stuff back home.... as in moving in, back home! Well it was a nice couple of months. Front bathroom was always clean... only 4 loads of laundry every week... Oh well, it's parenthood, kind of stays with you forever doesn't it? Maybe Bubba will come home and buy a place of his own, he has a good lead on a house that won't be ready to sell for a few months.

If you are reading Jolea's blog you know her plans... if not, I'll shorten the story, she's coming home next Wednesday, same day Bubba leaves from the Virgin Islands and their visit for London. This will be good, she's a little neater than Bubba. Hope she's not too disappointed that I don't go anywhere or do anything anymore. I do want to go to the new shopping center off Bethany and Hwy 75. That will be fun, it looks like the shopping area on McKinney Ave. in Dallas. I just hate shopping alone. I just don't care for shopping period.

Have a good one... I'm beat, and off to bed, yeah it's only 7:30 but the second day of school totally kicked the tar out the first day. Yesterday was a breeze compared to today. Oh no! We're already building up for Friday!!!! If I had some orange juice I could have a Painkiller, just like in Marina Cay.