Upcoming Weekend

Well, Dusty's grandmother died last night, which wasn't very unexpected.  It was actually welcomed.  She was so miserable, and now she's gloriously happy.  We have the visitation tomorrow and the funeral on Sunday.  We bought a black dress for Hannah, and black shoes for both of our kids.  Seth already has a tux that he'll wear, minus the bow tie.  Either that or a dark blue suit.  We're not sure if we're going to take the kids to the funeral, although, Dusty would like them to go for the experience.  We'll have to figure out how it'll all go down.  Our weekend of no plans just got busy, but it'll be good because we'll get to see family, and the kids will get to have fun away from home.

They got to play outside today since it was a little warmer.  They dug in the dirt and got only slightly dirty, which was not favored by them, but even still they had a lot of fun. 

Dusty hooked up a camera to take shots of a plant that he has growing to do a time-lapse thing.  It's really cool because in 5 hours he caught a shoot coming up out of the soil and becoming almost taller than any of the other sprouts in the pot.  It is very cool! 

I am getting excited about the upcoming weeks.  I try very hard not to get excited about things because I get hives, but I can't help it.  It's my natural tendency (note: see my daughter when she's excited and you will see my true emotions being played out before your eyes).  Here's the list: this weekend, obviously, won't be a ton of fun, but I know there will be fun moments interspersed; then Wednesday is Hannah's birthday; Thursday we're taking her to Chuck E. Cheese with relatives that will be here til Saturday and with relatives that live close by; the following Friday is Christmas Eve, which is the day that Dusty's family opens presents; Saturday is Christmas; the next Wednesday is when my family is getting together and Dusty has 3 days off then.  HOORAY!!!  This is my favorite time of year, besides February, which dominates as the greatest month. 

Plus we have the date for my dad's treatment, which is good because I feel like there's a deadline now for him to be better.  It just feels strangely relieving.  Hopefully we'll get to go there sometime in February (see...most awesome month) to celebrate the end of cancer and birthdays...ummmm, not the end of birthdays, just a celebration of birthdays.  How about we'll celebrate birthdays and the end of cancer.  There that's better.

My finger is also better.  Still QUITE painful when I use it just right, but if I don't use it like I'm accustomed to (like a pianist), then it does pretty well.  I can't imagine having serious damage to my skin.  I'm such a wuss when it comes to stuff like this.  I mean, this one is pretty bad.  It's the worst all around cut I've had, but still I'm a wuss.  Ah, well, at least I own it.