This is the long-awaited blog… it will be a bit all over the place since it’s been a while. There will no seque-ing, just switching topics.
I guess I should start this long blog off with the trip to the hospital last Saturday. I had a very sore throat and James was sort of wheezing. Being that it was Saturday, we had to go to the ER at NAS Jax across town. When we got there we were both seen and I was given a shot for my throat and James was given breathing treatments. I was eventually discharged and James was (after much hemming and hawing) admitted. One of the doctors had a ‘feeling’ and just couldn’t let him go. So I thought he would receive breathing treatments through the night and then be discharged the next day. Well, the doctors kept him and kept him for the next three days until they finally were confident that he could keep his oxygen saturation up above 94% on just room air. He was officially diagnosed with asthma and was sent on his way with a handful of inhalers and steroids late Tuesday afternoon. Obviously this is a very truncated version, but I really don’t feel like going over it again. We’ve all been to the hospital and we all know how much of a pain it can be, please insert your experiences here and know that it wasn’t much different.
Want to hear the worst knock-knock joke ever told? It started off with the best intentions of teaching James his full name.
James: Knock knock!
Me/Josh/nearest victim: Who’s there?
James: uh…James? (just like that, always with the ‘uh’)
Me/Josh/nearest victim: James who?
James: uh…Glover (pronounced “Druver”)
AND REPEAT!! dozens and dozens and hundreds of times, hence the nearest ‘victim’ comment.
When I went to work on Wednesday, the boss Mike was rearranging (as he always does- it’s sort of his thing and we always tease him about it) and he asked me if I wanted a different desk. I told him of course, because my current desk had no drawers or any storage of any kind. Just a flat plane in which to place my computer and files on. The next thing I know he’s pushing the old office manager, Laura’s desk over and swapping it with mine. Let me just say that Laura’s desk is the huge executive type with cubby holes and sliding keyboard drawer and a filing draw. It is the exact opposite of what I had before and I feel very important/very silly sitting at it.
The other day Josh was telling me that he wanted another tattoo and he was saying he wanted to get it right here and he was pointing to places on arm. I was so surprised because I didn’t know that he had picked out a design… only to find out that he is still waiting on me to draw it! That was a surprise to me…
I decided it was time to redecorate our bathroom and we made a trip to Wal-Mart to pick out new things. We looked at themes and decided against them and decided to just go with colors and finally went with teal. But I didn’t want to do EVERYTHING in teal, so I decided to mix it with black. Well, we got everything in the cart and suddenly the color combination looked very familiar… like the black and teal of the Jacksonville Jaguars! So now our bathroom looks very spirited but I really like the color combination and the light shining through the teal shower curtain makes the bathroom look like an aquarium. The real downside, black towel are VERY lint-y.
We went to see Willy Wonka at the Alhambra last night and it does NOT adapt well to stage. It was bad. Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is the next show and I expect it be better!
And I’ll end this blog on a sad note: my little jersey boy James. As you all know, James was born in New Jersey where navigating the roads can be an olympic sport. Being a ‘jersey girl’ has always had a negative connotation in my mind (slutty) and I fought against people calling my baby a jersey boy for similar reason. (Has anyone seen Jersey Shore…yeah) But I don’t know if it can be denied anymore. It all started with Cars (yes, the movie). There is a point in the movie where the older racecar tries to teach Lightning McQueen that on dirt, you have to “turn right to go left.” To me, this smacks of a New Jersey concept if I ever heard one. (If you’ve ever driven there, you know what I mean and if you haven’t, I’ve google a few picture for you.-yes these are average intersections)
Confusing? Yes, you have to effectively make a u-turn in a jughandle any time you want to turn left. You have to turn right, to turn left. What does this have to do with James? It’s one of his favorite quotes from the movie. “Turn right, go left.” My little jersey boy seems to understand…