The Beat Goes On...
So, Laughs-a-Lot and I are in that euphoric (and to onlookers, annoying) part of the relationship. You know what I mean--
You're the cute one.
No, you're the cute one.
No, you are.
No, you are!
I love you!
I love you more!
I love you most!
I love you infinity!
Yeah, that is pretty much us. Pathetic, yet precious. In a sickeningly sweet sort of way.
We even made lists of what we love about one another. My list had 101 items, his only 60, but hey--he's working all day and I am on summer vacation with nothing to do but think about him as my niece takes her 2 hour afternoon naps.
But life keeps on moving, sometimes to our dismay.
At this point--Miss Bethie still does not have a job for next school year. I regret leaving my position, but everyone around me is glad I left. They like a SANE Miss Bethie. Or, at least a less insane Miss Bethie. And Family and Friends have no doubt that I will find a job. I am not so sure, so their words of cheer and hope mean a lot to me.
My nephew is a great kid who is, in my humble opinion, not treated fairly by his parents--one of whom is my own brother, who makes all over the two girls. He's a great daddy, but has forgotten what HE was like as a 14, almost 15 year old boy. His son is WAAAAAAY better behaved and more trustworthy.
My nephew is a tall, lanky kid who prefers reading and playing XBox to being outside. So, two weeks into summer, his mom went into his room and told him he has to go outside and play a little bit everyday. She will not have him laying in bed all summer playing video games and reading, never stepping foot outside except to take out the trash.
He went out on his bike that afternoon--and had a wreck. He now required his ACL to be totally rebuilt. But the kid is young and will heal quickly, so it should be worry free, right?
The doctors can't operate right away because they fear my nephew could have Marfan's Syndrome. This often goes undetected until the person drops dead because their aorta basically blows. There are other health problems associated with it, too, such as possible blindness.
If he gets it from his mom's side, we worry about the girl having it, too. If he gets it from his dad's side, the girls are clear.
I am really worried about this. Physically, he looks like he could easily have it. He always reminds me of a marionette when he moves. He joints are a little too loose, and he never seems to be fully in control of them.
The good news is, if he does have, with regular echocardiograms and eye scans, people with Marfan's are living into their 70s now.
Let's hope that the news is he is just an exceptionally tall, lanky kid.
You're the cute one.
No, you're the cute one.
No, you are.
No, you are!
I love you!
I love you more!
I love you most!
I love you infinity!
Yeah, that is pretty much us. Pathetic, yet precious. In a sickeningly sweet sort of way.
We even made lists of what we love about one another. My list had 101 items, his only 60, but hey--he's working all day and I am on summer vacation with nothing to do but think about him as my niece takes her 2 hour afternoon naps.
But life keeps on moving, sometimes to our dismay.
At this point--Miss Bethie still does not have a job for next school year. I regret leaving my position, but everyone around me is glad I left. They like a SANE Miss Bethie. Or, at least a less insane Miss Bethie. And Family and Friends have no doubt that I will find a job. I am not so sure, so their words of cheer and hope mean a lot to me.
My nephew is a great kid who is, in my humble opinion, not treated fairly by his parents--one of whom is my own brother, who makes all over the two girls. He's a great daddy, but has forgotten what HE was like as a 14, almost 15 year old boy. His son is WAAAAAAY better behaved and more trustworthy.
My nephew is a tall, lanky kid who prefers reading and playing XBox to being outside. So, two weeks into summer, his mom went into his room and told him he has to go outside and play a little bit everyday. She will not have him laying in bed all summer playing video games and reading, never stepping foot outside except to take out the trash.
He went out on his bike that afternoon--and had a wreck. He now required his ACL to be totally rebuilt. But the kid is young and will heal quickly, so it should be worry free, right?
The doctors can't operate right away because they fear my nephew could have Marfan's Syndrome. This often goes undetected until the person drops dead because their aorta basically blows. There are other health problems associated with it, too, such as possible blindness.
If he gets it from his mom's side, we worry about the girl having it, too. If he gets it from his dad's side, the girls are clear.
I am really worried about this. Physically, he looks like he could easily have it. He always reminds me of a marionette when he moves. He joints are a little too loose, and he never seems to be fully in control of them.
The good news is, if he does have, with regular echocardiograms and eye scans, people with Marfan's are living into their 70s now.
Let's hope that the news is he is just an exceptionally tall, lanky kid.
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