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This is my new hair! I decided at about dinner-time last night that i didn't want the blonde anymore. I missed a spot in the back, but i guess thats what i get for doing it myself. Grandma is still doing alright i don't think anything is changing really. Anything noticeable anyway. I'm out! Ha Det!

Save Ferris!

This whole thing with my grandma is making me stop and think about different things. Not anything too serious just stuff. Like what if this had happened, or this, or if I didn't do that, or if I did that? Not exactly questioning myself or the things I've done, but just wondering.

I went over to Grandma's house on Saturday with my mom and my sister, and my aunts were there. They were going to my Grandpa's work party that night and my mom wanted me to give her a pedicure and do her hair. I was a little like "ahh, no!" Old people feet are not fun for pedicures, but then I said, "What the hell? She is my grandma and she isn't going to be around for very much longer so I can probably give her a pedicure. Duh Chelsea! Grow up!" It was great! She sat in her chair and listened to her pink Ipod shuffle, and screamed at everyone when Perry Como came on, or that one song from Casablanca. Everyone just laughed at her. We just sat and talked about everything. It was a really good day.

We were saying goodbye to the Grandparents when they left for their party, my Uncle Scott (lives in Washington) was helping get Grandma into the car. When we all left the house, my sister rode with Scott and I rode with my mom. She said to me, "Well, he seemed like he took it pretty well."
"What are you talking about, mom?"
"That's probably the last time he's going to see his mom alive."

Duh Chelsea!!!

He was leaving the next morning to go back to Washington. I guess I didn't really feel like anything was different, she is just acting so normal. Her old, old, normal happy self. Not her old, miserable poor me self, lucky for us. That was no fun for anyone. Especially grandpa.

When she was giving me a hug as they were leaving, she said, "I love you. I'm so glad you're around again." I had to stop myself from bursting into tears right there. And that is when Ferris popped into my head.

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."

We're thinking about 2 or 3 months. And its going to go by pretty fast.

I'm gonna miss her