We(b Log) #52: By the Numbers

Today: May 31, 2018.

I am 49 years, 4 months, 25 days, and 11 (and a 1/2) hours old.

I just completed my twenty-sixth year of teaching high school English.

I’ve almost been married to my second husband, Jackson, for four years now. Wow, that was fast.


I have three children with my first husband, two girls and one boy. The girls will turn 26 and 24 in less than two weeks, and my son is 19. I also have a stepdaughter, 21, and a stepson, 13.IMG_2406

My first daughter, Jerrica, just had her first daughter, Layla Lorraine, making me a grandmother. Layla is now 17 days old, but she was born nine weeks—two months—early. Today, she weighed in at 3 pounds, 11 ounces. (She’s growing—hooray!—and I’m a grandma—what?!)

Aimee Jerr
Aimee with baby Jerrica.
Jerr Layla
Jerrica with baby Layla.
Beautiful Layla.

My second daughter, Natalie, gets married in 3 months and 21 days. And I have at least 20 pounds to lose before that—yikes.

My third child, Connor, will start his second year of college in the fall, continuing his study of computer science. My mom would be so proud of that. She was a computer programmer/analyst for several years, but I don’t know the number.

I spent my first day of summer vacation (today) pondering—for almost seven hours, it seemed—what I should do for the remaining 80 days (they will go by so so quickly, I’m sure). Last summer, I finished writing my first book, but I don’t know if I have a second one in me or not. (Have any ideas?) Then again, I can’t consider myself a writer if I don’t write, right? So maybe that is exactly what I should spend a portion of the next 80 days doing. Or maybe I’ll blog every day for those 80 days. That sounds like an amazing challenge. Hey, maybe I’ll do both.

By the way, my book, Permanent Marker: A Memoir, has been out 11 weeks and 2 days now, and Jackson still hasn’t gotten his tattoo to honor the book yet. Even though he already has 8—I mean, what’s one more? And what’s the hold up, man?

My father found three ripe strawberries in my garden patch last evening. He’s 81 years old, a retired teacher (32 years), and a brand new great grandfather, a title he tells everyone (if the chance arises). Dad’s been working on the garden for probably three weeks now—maybe longer—I lost track. There are cabbages and corn and onions and tomatoes and cucumbers planted so far, and today, while I was mulling over my summer, I potted 3 pepper plants for my hubby.

Jackson just headed out to grill two huge ribeye steaks for our dinner, but guess what? Surprise! We have zero propane. I hate when that happens. So. Looks like turkey sandwiches it is.

Followed by a glass or 2 of chardonnay and 3 1/2 hours of TV/social media time in my favorite rocking chair. I need rest after all.

Because tomorrow is day #1.

4 thoughts on “We(b Log) #52: By the Numbers

  1. Another great blog Aimee and little Layla gets bigger and cuter each day. I think Your summer will be spent with that little one. Once she goes home, Jerrica may need some help. I know there is another book in you. Sitting each day for a bit and just meditating with a glass or two of chardonnay and it will come. Hugs and wishing you the best always. Carmen


  2. Get whatever you need to do before school starts done these first days. Then you will be FREE to help take care of Layla when she gets home. You will write book two when you are ready. One day it will just start coming and you won’t be able to stop it. I still think one with you and Layla will be great.


  3. I’m a friend of Twyla and Tam. They gave me your book… loved it!! Read in 3 days. Couldn’t put it down. You are an amazing woman! Enjoy Layla! Grandkids are the best!! And yes..Jackson needs to get on that tatoo!!

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