Alright, I've decided to leave live journal. I've instead decided to restart my blog. So for any other updates please refer to dusttohearts.blogspot.com

So Jeff and I stayed awake all day with my brother James and my sister-in-law Sedeana. Turns out Jeff had known all along before mom and I had gotten back home, that my brother was there. He brought his new puppy Rocky, who is just the cutest thing ever and looks like his mom Nina when she was a puppy, Nina of course because she's coming home with me, and Tyke. Then shortly after we got there, this lady shows up on my mom's door stop asking for my cat Boo. Turns out my mom had given him away, which I disapproved greatly, and didn't let her forget it.

When my Dad got home that night we all went to dinner at Hometown Buffet. They had some good food. I picked at the foods I usually get and ended up with this huge bowl of ice cream with straberry topping, caramel, and fudge. Talk about my sugar intake sky rocketing through the roof. Then we went to walmart and did some light grocery shopping, picked up some beer for the picnic on Sunday and came home. All of use except my parents, passed out about 9 o'clock.

I woke up at 5 30 the next morning, before my parents or anybody else and kinda just sat in the dark. Shortly afterwards, my brother came out to take Rocky potty. When he went to open the front door he forgot to push on the door before turning the dead bolt and it got stuck so I had to pry it open with a butter knife. Mom and dad got up shortly after that, followed by Sedeana and then Jeff. Of course, Jeff is used to getting up and immediately showering, so none of had a chance to go potty. Nothing like seeing an entire family of six doing the potty dance at 7 in the morning on the front lawn.

Dad made his ultimate breakfast burritos. They were the most awesomest [yeah I know it's not a word] burrito's of all time. No one makes them like dad does. So we hung out all day, my brother Jeff and I played Rock Band until it was time to have some barbecue across the street with the neighbors Aristo, Jessica, and their two daughters Madeline and Emily. They have this huge rotweiler named Tank. Don't let the breed and the name scare you, this dog is the biggest baby you'll ever meet. So we had some pretty kickin' barbecue chicken and my mom's famous Potato Salad or how Emily calls it P Salad. My brother had me laughing the entire time. It started with him with these wide eyes asking me if we lived next door to the Griffins, like they were real people and not cartoons. And I couldn't stop from there. Madeline asked him why I was laughing like that, and he said "When she was little she swallowed a squirrel, and since then she's laughed like that." Well Madeline looked at him like he didn't know if she believed him or not, and that had me rolling again. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.

Then his belly started to jiggle when he laughed, and anyone who's met my brother know he's sorta got this big stomach, it's not squishy like most fat people, it's really hard and solid. But when he started laughing it just jiggled like jello and that had be going again. I swear I laughed for a good half an hour. We went home, played a little Rock Band, had some wine coolers, and went to bed.

Up again at 6 am on Monday morning. Which in itself is pretty insane because we usually never get up before 9 am. James made this egg scramble thing with sausage and potatoes, it was pretty good. Then we all got ready, piled into the car, and headed for Sandusky. We drove around saw the town and where the big amusement park Cedar Point was at. We settled on this go cart place and mini golf. We went in and there was this duck game that was playing some pretty cheesy porn music and my brother started dancing to it, and his belly jiggled, and I laughed till I couldn't breath which got him going too. 

We got this huge package of like 36 holes of mini golf, 2 tokens, 2 rounds on the go cart tracks, and a bumper boat trip. We started the first 18 holes of golf first. And they had these little tiny houses that look like they were made for children to play house in. We had more fun taking pictures around the house, these giant people near little houses, than we did playing mini golf. Half way through, we ended up just cheating, throwing our balls int he holes, not even bothering with real scores or putting anymore.

We broke for lunch and then we went to the go cart track, and first up was everyone but me, I stood back and took pictures of them. Dad had the fastest car, and was passing everyone he could. Jeff hit Sedeana once and spun her out, then she got hit again by James and he spun her out too. And mom wouldn't let Jeff pass, she kept cutting her off, it was pretty funny. Then I got a chance to go, and dad stayed behind. I took his car, so I had the fastest of course. I passed everyone except Sedeana, I followed her the whole time, fish tailing around corners, not even bothering with the break. She hit the wall and I almost crashed into on the second to last lap.

We went on the second track and that one had more corners, so there was more fish-tailing and drifting going on than before. My brother cut me off once and then Jeff tried to be a bad ass and I ended up hitting him in the side of his car. We certainly didn't fall the rule of "no reckless driving".

Then we were off to bumper boats, where that wasn't too bad. After Mom, James, Jeff, and I got the hang of it, it was no holds bar. The gloves were off and we were ramming each other. At one point James and I hit each other so hard water flooded into each of our boats and soaked our butts. Let me tell you, wet underwear is extremely unconfortable, especially after you go to the bathroom.

We never played the last round of golf, instead we traded it in for some game tokens and played "Deal or No Deal". The only people who did well were Mom and Sedeana. It was pretty sad, actually, they are big show watchers. We went to Cold Stone, where they actually make your ice cream right in front of you. My brother got mint chocolate chip with fudge and brownies. I watched them add the chips and the brownie pieces, and a little fudge swirl. It was just as good buying it in the tubs if not better.


TBC

Sunday, July 19, 2009 Connor James and Colby John Jamerson were born to their parents Stacey and Johnny Jamerson. They were born at 27 and half weeks, premature, and fought all the way. Connor was born first weighing in a 2 pounds 9 ounces. Colby was born second weighting in at 2 pounds 3 ounces respectively. Connor had a slight infection which was the cause of premature birth. After he was treated for the infection, both him and his brother were doing well.  In the wee hours of the morning on Tuesday July 21, 2009, Connor James passed. It is believed that he had internal bleeding somewhere. They tried everything possible and after three blood transfusions, he went on to some better place.

Nothing is more heart breaking than seeing a two day old infinite dead in his father's arms. I held him briefly, touched his little head, dark hair like his father's and a high forehead like his mother. I kissed his little forehead and said good bye. His funeral will be on Saturday July 25, 2009.

Even though Connor his gone, little Colby John is still live and well. He's very active, and already trying to suck his tiny thumb. He maybe a little hairy but he's still cute as ever. I've already gone and nick named him "my little monkey". He will be even more cherished now. And even though I'm not a religious person, I do beg that anyone who reads this might say a little prayer for him, that he'll make it through and be the best little man.

For the past week I've been on vacation with my husband. We packed up our car with our dog and our guinea pigs and headed for Ohio. Well, some of you might not know this, but Ohio is a 10 hour drive from Massachusetts. So we left Friday night after I got out of work at 10 pm. Drove until Midnight, ending up at the White Plains rest stop. He slept for an hour while I tried to make myself quiet as possible and still able to text. When the hour was up, 1 am hit us with a bang and we stopped for coffee. I spent the next 3 hours telling my  husband about my high school days and my family, and a rough patch we had hit when my grandma died and she went a little off the deep end.

By 5 am I was ready to pass out, seeing as how I'd been awake for almost 2 days straight. But we trucked on, we finally stopped at this rest stop for good coffee and to use the potty. It was one I was familiar with, at least with the company. We picked up some Yellow Jackets. They are 'energy supplements' , but are mostly used to keep truck driver's awake while on the road. I took one and he took one and we were both wired. I was so goofy, I called my dad at 6 30 and told him that we got stranded on the side of the road where we were approached by this hitchhiker who had stabbed my husband and wanted to duel me with some pocket knives. I told him I was trying to call to see if I should, but since I got his voicemail I couldn't ask. It was pretty funny. Then I called him 15 minutes later to tell him that I went ahead with the duel, that I stabbed the hitchhiker just like they do in prison, but had to leave my dead husband behind. He was pretty entertained.

Finally, we get into Ohio about 11 am. which turns our 10 hour car drive into 13 hours. How we managed it I'm not sure, but we did. I had hit my second wind cause of the Yellow Jacket, but my husband was ready to crash. So when mom and I went to Best Buy to pick up my dad's late father's day gift, he stayed behind to take a short lived nap. My brother was set to arrive somewhere around midnight that Saturday, so we figured we'd have plenty of time to take a nap, at least a short one. Well my mom gets this call, and it's my brother saying he's almost here. So I call my husband to tell him not to go to sleep my brother will be there soon.

TBC

Literally freaking pissed! That's all I can say right now! I'm just pissed....

Alright, so lately, I've become restless. Especially at night. Maybe it's because I don't have a book to read. Well, technically I'm reading Color of Magic by Terry Prachett but it's finding itself to be a difficult read. It may be because I'm not in the mood for this type of book, still being in the Vampire Romance frame of mind. Thank you Sookie Stackhouse. I'm so bored at night and just begging friends to talk to me.

Usually there's someone on Gaia that'll talk to me until I'm ready to sleep. Except the past few nights, no one has been around. I've posted in all of my RP forums to my fullest extent, I"m up to date in all of my other forums, and then nothing. Even my new game Wizard101 isn't giving me the solace I seek. So I dunno what it is, maybe I'd rather be at work every day instead of having a day off. I know part of me wishes that were true. I'd definitely rather be there than at home with all these hood-rats. Yeah, I just called my in-laws hood-rats.

Then, to top it all off, I am riddled with bug bites. I don't even know where they came from, but they are here, and itching like crazy. I don't even know where they came from. I'm not outside to get bitten my mosquitos. Jeff says the big black ants don't bite, and spiders don't bite. It's pretty rare apparently. And yet nothing for me to do about it. Sigh.

Maybe it's cause I miss Shari. I never really had a chance to talk to her before she went on her cruise. Now, I don't know when she'll be back or if she'll even have the time to talk to me during the summer because her mom is anti-chatting on the internet. -sad face- I really do miss her. Maybe that's another reason why I want to be at work. The people make me laugh, and conversation ensues, even if it's not like full on memorable conversation, it beats not talking to anyone but my husband and the people online.

At least I have my trip to Ohio to look forward to. I can't wait to get Nina and see my brother and play lots and lots of Rock Band with him. -squee- I really miss being around my family.