Here we are. Three weeks and counting until the move and Adam and I are sick as dogs. Things are absolutley chaotic!! Where to begin....
A week ago, I had come home from work to a lovely mac'n'cheese dinner and a movie (3:10 to Yuma) prepared by my sweet hubby. All of a sudden in the middle of a movie I felt like my eyelashes were folded into my eye. I went to the mirror to look and what did I see? I watched as a blood vessal burst in my eye. WEIRD! So for the last week I have has a Zombie eye! I forget about it because I dont feel it at all.
We went through the drive thru at the bank and the teller kept staring and smiling at me, I couldn't figure out why. As we were driving away I asked Adam why she was acting so odd. He had to remind me that I had a Zombie eyeball.
So needless to say I have been a little stressed. I got sick about 4 days after my eye incident and Adam is only 1 day behind me in our crumminess. I stayed home from 1 and a half days of work and didn't go to church this morning.
And now for the Grand Finale!!!!!!
Adam's grandmother, his last living grandparent, passed away about an hour ago. Adam is in good spirits about it though, she was 84 and smoked like a chimney. All her grandchildren would joke and say that the niccotine had petrified her. The last conversation Adam had with her was really good! She was in a rare 'good mood' and joked and giggled with Adam about how they used to play scrabble together. Also, a few days ago out of the blue she spoke to her younger sister who she hadn't spoken to in about 60 years!!!!! Her sister didn't stop the car when grandma Nell (Adam's grandma) needed to use the restroom, and she wet herself, and told her sister she would never speak to her again. 60 years ago!!!!! Too much work for me!
Crazzyness!! We are very glad that she finally felt like speaking to her sisters. ( I've met them both. They were always so sad whenever Nell came up. It would break your heart!!)
So...it is very chaotic around here and I wish I would write more but i am usually exhausted by the time I get home. We have sold almost all of our belongings. (The big stuff at least!) We only have boxes to bring to Utah now. I guess in a way it is better that Grandma Nell went before we moved because who knows if we would be able to afford travel to come to the funeral.