It's finally happened. I'm old. My daughter has reached "dating" age. While so far this has consisted of a movie, dinner at his house with his family, dinner out with me and D, and a lot of phone time, it's been cool. They've known each other probably 8 or 9 years and have always been close friends since, age wise, they were the closest on both sides, his family and ours. I don't think I'm quite ready for this, so am glad my little girl is still acting like a little girl. When I asked her if they'd kissed yet, her response was: "Ew, no! I'm afraid a 'real' kiss will feel like someone shoving a slug down my throat!!!" Gotta tell you, that was a relief to hear!Otherwise, things are going okay. Currently unemployed which has given me time to deal with my grief over my step-mom's death, spend lots of time with my dad, kinda getting to know him again, and crocheting in anticipation of Deanna's newest sibling, due in the next couple of months. Her dad and step-mom are anxiously and excitedly awaiting their first child, gender still unknown. So, in the next few weeks I hope to find a job, finish my latest crocheted blankie, and hook up with some old friends I've been chatting with on facebook. In short, not too much going on.
