I have told you I am a worrier. It's what I do. It's how I breathe. I worry. I worry about everything. But, there are people I worry about more than others. That would be my family. If I have a reason to worry about them, which is usually, I worry about them. I worry about silly things that have to do with them. At one point in my life, I laid in bed, wide awake, couldn't go back to sleep, because I started to worry a mountain lion would go into Crystal's backyard and do harm to Zachary, who was but a mere toddler. I have been teased about my unreasonable worry since then. Due to that one worry, I have decided to call anything I worry about as a mountain lion. Well, I was reminded that a grizzly bear really was a possible threat to my son about ten years ago, so in honor of Grizzly Jim (my son), I am now adding the title of grizzly bears if I am worrying about him. When I am worrying for him, it will be a grizzly bear...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother