Freedom

The 13th amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America states, "neither slavery nor involuntary servitude...shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."

Allow Little Boy Blue to demonstrate.

It rained here in Georgia earlier this week. Just as P2 and LBB went to leave, the rain increased and started to pour on our area. Instead of complaining that he would have to run through the rain to class, LBB quietly went upstairs to get his rain gear.

From across the hall, he asked me, "Do y ou think I will keep dry if I wear this?"

Then he walked in my room.

I laughed. I tried not to but he caught me off guard. I assured him he would be dry.

He is no slave to fashion; no slave to social norms or expectations.

There are times I wish I still had that freedom.

Hyponatremia

I introduced you to G.A.B. on Monday. The instructions said my boyfriend would grow if fully submerged in water. Being a sweet girlfriend, I placed Gabby in the tub one evening while I ran some errands. I came back a few hours later - not much had changed. That's when I realized the process took 3 - 10 days. I relocated Gabby to a vase - hoping the same vase would later be filled with flowers from him as a token of reciprocated love.

Thursday passed.

Friday passed.

Saturday was Day 4. Gabby was looking great. I took some time that morning to talk with and learn more about him. I discovered his great grandfather, Bubba Licious, was from Texas - so we talked about that awhile. Unfortunately for us, I had to cut the conversation short. I had plans to spend the day in Atlanta and knew he needed more time to soak. I said goodbye and plunked him back in the vase. I reminded him that I would be home later in the evening and insisted we take some photos together.

*sniff

If only I'd known that drinking was still a temptation. If only I'd known he'd barely been 'on the wagon' since November. If only I'd known he hadn't been attending his H2O Anonymous meetings...

Hi honey, I'm home!

Honey, did you hear me? Hello?

Gabby?

GABBY?!?!?

G.A.B.
February 2008
May he Rest In Pieces

G.A.B.

Hmmm, what's this?

It's a birthday present to me from Little Boy Blue.
Yes...we do have wrapping paper. I guess he just didn't want to use any.

It's something red. It looks like a little man.
A 'Grow a Boyfriend' to be exact ~ G.A.B. for short. Oh, and he is short.

Real funny. Reeeeeeeallllll funny.


Mm hmm. Just as funny as the 'Grow a Bling' Julia Gulia gave me a few years ago.


Family, is my birthday a joke to you?

Honestly, it's like I'm the only serious one around here.

Mmmffpphfftt.......

*to be continued...

IT

It has started. I tried so hard to avoid it. I stayed away from people when it was all they could talk about. I ate the foods and drank the fluids that help it go away. I washed my hands of it. Somehow, being surrounded by it, my body finally gave up and let it in.

And I'm ready for it to be over.

I'm ready to breathe in and breathe out without it causing me to cough.
I'm ready to sleep without it waking me up to go blow my nose.
I'm ready for it not to make my voice sound weird.
I'm ready for my shoulders to not ache from it.
I'm ready for it to not make my throat so scratchy.
I'm ready to stop feeding it cough drops.
I'm ready for bright lights or loud noises to not aggravate it.
I'm ready to taste flavors that it has numbed.

I'm ready.

Who else has it?

Hey, Leggo my Lego

Did I mention Little Boy Blue turned 10 last week? I didn't? Shame on me. His birthday and mine are only five days apart with Valentines in the middle. Talk about busy!

Now that I have a chance to tell you more about Little Boy - and since I finally downloaded the pictures from his party - he loves legos. Loves, loves, loves legos. Using the blocks for his theme, he completely planned his birthday party from the red, blue, and yellow plates to the "Guess the number of Lego blocks in the jar without going over" game. Mama Mia even proved her ultimate coolness by constructing a Lego pinata from a cereal box and plastic cups.

So, in honor of Little Boy Blue's birthday, and since he really enjoys math, I thought I'd share his party with you using an arithmetic problem.

1 birthday boy
+ several sugar cookies(his face is going to freeze like that one day. For all I know, it already has.)
+ 1 birthday pie
+ 1 pinata
+ lots of pinata candy(ever wonder why we call him Little Boy Blue?)

= 1 very, very,
very tired Birthday Boy!Aww, he looks so sweet. Must be all the sugar he ate.