Full House and full hearts

Bubs has been on second shift for a few weeks now. Thank God that things have been going well! i pray this continues. This means that she and i get quality time from about quarter to 4 until near 2 am. Again, things have been going well. Generally i get home, where she is sitting and hanging out watching her TV shows and/or dozing. I'll get a few things done, and then I'll encourage her to go for a ride. Sometimes I come up with convenient ways to run errands with her- the recycling center, our favorite refundable cans place, the grocery store. Sometimes we ride around or play stalker, sitting and watching baseball games at a park kind of hoping other people there will assume we know one of the children. Sometimes we go out with one of momma's remaining friends who actually wants to get together with her. This woman has my gratitude for that. Or we might attend a meeting, allowing me to go to it. Thus far we seem to get in around 8 or 9 o'clock fairly frequently. This is Full House time on many nights. We will sit and play solitaire, which she still enjoys, and i will have watch the antics of the Tanner family, which was a show from my childhood. It's nice. There is one disconcerting thing about the Tanner's though- their ages. Remember when you were a child, and the Tanner men seemed so old? Danny is an adult with a career and 3 children, after all. Growing up, they were totally adults. They were old honestly. Except- that they weren't. At least twice now, the show has made me feel old. In one episode Danny, the dad, the straight laced career man, the clean freak, the conservative dresser, the responsible one- turned thirty. That's nearly six years younger than i am now. Last night uncle Jesse turned 26, and talked about his life was finally coming together. Uh dude? Don't get me wrong. i like my life and am grateful for it. Don't though, make me laugh at how far from getting it together i was at 26, much less how far from getting it together i am nearly 10 years later at almost thirty six. Speaking of which should it be a concern that sometimes i am not sure if i'm 35 or 36 actually? Oh well, those two ages are close enough. Time to go though- it's almost 8 o'clock at night. Coming Michelle.....