Leftover pictures, 'N stuff

OK, here is the missing post about our weekend.  We arrived on Friday night, and visited until bed time.  We went to bed fairly early, knowing that there was a LOT to accomplish on Saturday.

Saturday morning, Grammy (Kevin's Mom, Linda) left with some of her siblings to clean out the apartment that belonged to GG (Kevin's grandma, Ina) until her last hospital stay.  I stayed behind to watch my nephew Steven and our girls, and Kevin and his best friend Brian started on the new porch.

With GG moving in, many things needed to be changed.  Her concrete steps had no hand rail and they were rather uneven.  With Grammy giving GG her room, and moving into the guest room herself, things needed done in there, as well.  I took care of that.

For Christmas, Grammy got each of the girls a Precious Moments puzzle.  They are round, and they have a TON of blue sky.  It was a 2-day project getting most of that done, and everyone who stopped by sat down to help.  It was funny to see someone come in to say "hi", then wind up sitting down to find that lost piece of tree or something.

We headed home on Monday midday, after saying our goodbye's.  Grammy always cries.  I hate that.  She loves having her family around her, and she's going through an emotional, stressful time with her mom, so I felt bad for her.  She's tough, though, and she'll make it better than most folks would.

Monday evening, we went to a friends house for a few hours, but we were home around 10:30.  That way, we avoided the "drunk dodging" that usually goes with NYE.  The girls toasted with sparkling grape juice.  Tuesday was lazy and awesome.  I loved it.

Saturday, I leave at 6:30 in the morning for Tampa.  It's good to fly on the company plane, and avoid the airport and security, but we have to stop for fuel, so it'll be a long haul.  At least, if we're stopping, I don't have to pee on the plane.  I HATE to pee on a plane.  ICK!

Well, tomorrow I will be packing my bags, so my next update may very well be from Florida.  I've been known to hate packing so badly that I post in the middle of it, so who knows.

I'm a wild card!  Out of control!  Quite the rebel!

Or not.