My daughter, Jessica,  in North Carolina, after reading my Xanga entry, called me to let me know that I had not imagined feeling someone sit down on the bed.  When we moved into this house, that bedroom or even that whole half of the house did not exist.  We built it ourselves from celler to the roof of the second floor.  It truly was a family affair where everyone did what they could even if that meant babysitting the younger children so the more dangerous work could safely be done.  Sometime in 1991 or 1992, that side of the house was opened and two of the bedrooms were made habitable.  My two youngest daughters went into one and my stepdaughter got the other one.  Shortly after moving into the room, Jessica woke up one evening to see a lady sitting at the end of her bed.  At that time, she would have been either 3 or 4 yrs old and had lived her entire life in the country and was very much a Mama's girl.  She was small and petite for her age and after having big healthy-looking children, if she did not have the family look, I would have wondered if the fairies had switched babies with me.  So it was a big surprise to me when she told me that seeing the lady at the end of her bed did not frighten her and that she had never mentioned it to me.  She told me that looking through our family album as a young child,  she found a picture of the lady in our album.  It was a picture of my Husband's Aunt Virginia.  Jessica was named Jessica Virginia in her honor since Aunt Virginia had died the day after my birthday.  Aunt Virginia knew death was just hours away and she was upset that she was going to miss the birth of my youngest child since she had been looking forward to her birth.  Even though everyone thought for sure that I would go into labor early ....including my OB doctor, Jessica did not make her appearance until her exact due date.  The family has always joked about Aunt Virginia delaying my labor so she could play with my baby just a bit longer before letting her be born.  Aunt Virginia would have thought it was a good prank too since she knew we all were just waiting to get our hands on a baby again.  Jessica had never met her Aunt Virginia, and while I have the picture albums in the bookcase, we are not ones to go looking through them unless we have a reason or purpose.  Furthermore, over the years, she has every now and then dropped in to sit on the bed though Jessica never mentioned seeing her again just felt her sit on the bed.  When James and Jessica got married, they shared that twin bed since I felt it was James' responsibility to provide a larger bed.  With the door locked, James felt someone sit on the bed when he had Jessica in his arms.  Needless to say, Jessica got to be the one to explain.  Jessica told me that she never felt afraid and only felt friendly feelings about her and that she actually felt comforted sometimes when her sister moved out of her room and Aunt Virginia came to visit.   Jessica said Aunt Virginia did not feel like a ghost but more like a guardian angel. 

Went to my doctor last Thursday with the idea that I had pulled a muscle and the pain finally made me go to the doctors.  I HATE GOING TO THE DOCTOR!  Seen the doctor and drove thru the drive thru Pharmacy since there was no way I was getting out of my van.  Finally, with medication in hand, I drove home and slowly.....oh, so slowly eased myself out of my van and gave it a fond glance.  I knew the van and I would not be seeing each other for a while since there is no way I can get into it until my pain goes away.  To bed, bathroom break, bed, bathroom break, bed, bathroom break,repeat every four hours.......bathroom breaks take about an hour to an hour and a half since it requires me to be able to inch my way to the side of the bed and then weeble wobble myself onto my feet and then shuffle my way downstairs and then back up those stairs.  I must say.....going up is a lot easier then going down and feels a whole lot safer too.  No, there is no downstairs bed or couch that I could use .....I tried!  Plus I am beginning to think my youngest daughter's old bed is haunted or something.  Everytime I would drift off, I would feel someone sit on the bed.......and since I am the only one home.....that is not possible.  I am in so much pain anyways......I was spooked but not enough to attempt to turn over so if some ghost or something wanted to sit on the bed......go ahead!  It went that way until about 11 o'clock Saturday when my daughter finally convinced me to go to the emergency room.  By then, other things were going wrong beside the pain in my back and I was tired of toughing it out.  Emergency room!  Nice people but I wanted my daughter with me since I was not thinking clearly and even though I made that clear, they did not bring her back until they had wrapped everything up.  I wanted something for the pain but I also wanted to know why so much pain and why I was getting worse.  My daughter wanted Xrays and bloodwork done......that did not happen and she is not a happy camper!  Monday I wake up and while the pain is less.....more new problems have appeared....so to the doctor again.  This time bloodwork and Xrays are done and I will get the results Wednesday.  I am sad that I have left my doctor's office feeling dismissed, on hold, and definitely not reassured.  I have always thought he was the greatest doctor but now it is like he has too many patients and not enough time and I am now a number.  I still think he is a good doctor but I missed the warm, caring country doctor that I switched to from a medical center where it was hard to even get the same doctor.   

I hurt my back and have been in the bed since Thursday except to get up to do potty breaks.  Today, the breaker went out/flipped/whatever you call it and I had to get out of bed and go outside and walk in to the maze that my Husband calls the cellar.  Of course the breaker box is at the farthest part in the cellar.  Flipped the switch and I now have airconditioning and a working fan in my upstairs bedroom again.  I am not going to tell you how long it took me to accomplish this task but I am sitting at the computer taking a break before attempting the final stairs.  I just had to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY OLDEST SON, SCOTT.  He is 34 years old today......where has the time gone?  I can still remember the pride and joy I felt when the let me know he was a boy.  I HAVE A SON!  I always wanted my first child to be a boy and I got my wish.  He was my first blessing since I view children as blessings from God and he has well rewarded me with my children.

                                                    My Son, Josh, and My Grandson, Neko

Neko is such a chub and that is just the way I like him.  Everytime I visit, I always wind up feeding him his bottle.  Is that timing or what!!!  I just wish Alex was here too.  I loved when I had both my grandsons in my arms.  I wish that Josh lived a little closer and Jessie lived a lot closer....like, at least in the same state for beginners.  Adrianna and Damien are settling in nicely to getting a new Grammie too.  I have waited a long time for grandchildren and finally I am starting to get an abundance given to me.  I love children so this is truly a blessing!

                                      My sleeping angel  Alex......in the hot North Carolina heat.  It looked like they had cut his hair but after a phone call and a picture to prove that the curls were still there, my Grammie hissy-fit was appeased.  Jessie had just given him a bath and had slicked back his wet hair.   Her sister Jen insisted on her sending a picture via cell phone of Alex's curls.  All present and accounted for!

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Leaving Syracuse, NY at 2:25 pm, my grandson, Alex, made the first leg his journey home on the airplane sleeping peacefully.  My daughter, Jessica, had a layover in LaGuardia airport, New York City, NY and they were suppose to leave there 7:something pm.  The plane was delayed.   My grandson was not happy.  I am sure the passengers of that flight considered it a flight from Hell since Alex made his displeasure heard the entire flight home.  He does not whimper but roars.  For once, I am glad I was not there.  And I am sure that my daughter wishes that I had been. 

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She is still enroute and is in New York City and should be boarding her plan for the next leg of her journey.  Alex slept the first leg of the journey to New York City since he was so tired and it was time for a nap.  I did really good at the airport until she actually stepped in the elevator to take her to the plane.  The airlines let her board first.....thank you US Airways for that!  I kissed them both goodbye with the tears brimming on my eyelashes but when the door started to close......my tears fell like scalding rain.  I miss my little Alex already with his endearing ways and bubbly laughter.  Now that he is winging his way back to his home in North Carolina, I will be able to spend some more time with my other grandchildren and the newest addition...Neko.  He is so like his Father and such a contented baby too.  I have to take Adrianna and Damien to the new park I found since I promised Damien that we would go back even if he has a 10 minute time out when we first get there.  Seems Damien did not want to leave the park last time and almost made Grammie have to climb up the tower and return him to earth.  I gave him the choice of the easy way or the hard way and he wisely chose the easy way but spoiled it all by latching onto the next climbing structure where I had to pluck him off and tuck him under my arm screaming and doing the boneless jellyfish drama all the way to the van.  Don't you just love them when they act up........and don't you just have a hard time keeping a straight face so that you do not start laughing?