This 'n' that....

Well, we survived the shopping trip to the mall. What a day. I had a pounding headache by the time we left. Betsy started by taking 5 shirts into the dressing room, and coming out with one she liked. This child drives me batty. As I sat there amongst the flat-tummied teens, belly shirts and short skirts, I couldn't help but imagine what I would buy if I could fit into this stuff. Maybe that is why I'm not thin....I would cause our family to declare bankruptcy. Betsy has that perfect figure. Perky up top, tiny waist, no butt and slim legs. Yet her dressing style is a cross between sporty and Daria. Everything is either black or red....so you can only imagine her horror when we walked into the second store that boasted the color PINK everywhere. I told her, "Honey, pink is the new black." She didn't crack a smile.

Things did pick up though, and she got 7 tops of various colors, a pair of converse sneakers (I find it hard to call them sneakers at $35.99), and a new hoodie although black, it has pink letters on it. (I guess that will have to satisfy me!) She did a really good job with bargains, the hoodie being the only thing she paid full price for. She did the 50% off racks for everything else, and even found the shoes on sale. After all is said and done, she's got $95 left for unmentionables and a book bag.

Wee one on the other hand....*sigh. It wasn't 5 minutes into the store when she started with, "Are you telling me we are shopping for Betsy today? I can't go to my stores? If I had known this I would have gone to grammy's. This is boring!" I think this was about the time my head started aching. Then she started with, "My back hurts from standing....rub it!" Well, she is getting up there in age....9 1/2 now. Arthritis was bound to set in sooner or later. After about 2 hours of this, I was ready to scream. We were in the last store purchasing the hoodie when she started in her sing-song voice, "You're wasting your money...." Apparently Ms. Frugal doesn't think anyone should pay full price. We ended up getting the tired/thirsty one a Coke, and headed off for home.

Friday is Wee one's day for shopping, since it's payday. We will also go get all the school supplies. I'm looking forward to that. I could shop for school supplies every day! I love sniffing the crayons and feeling the smooth, coolness of a new Pink Pearl eraser....

Today I have managed to clean a little, wash a little and give the dog a bath. He smells so clean now, and is fluffy and curly. Whenever I wash him he gets curls. It's cute. Washing  him is a big job, usually reserved for dh, however it fell on my shoulders today. He has a vet appointment tomorrow (Percy, not John), which means my bank account will be as dry as the Sahara. Ahhh, the joys of pet ownership....

I am making blt salad for dinner tonight. It just sounds light and refreshing to me. I hope dh feels the same way....although I'm sure he will complain about the lack of meat. He's such a meat eater. He definately would have been a Tyrannosaurus Rex had he been a dinosaur.

I don't know....

Good Monday morning! It's 9:00 am, and a sticky 83 degrees outside. A great day for staying inside and cleaning....

Actually, I will probably clean then take Betsy to the mall. We are having the "no sales tax" week here in Florida, so she should be able to get more for her money, since our sales tax is sky-freaking-high. 7% - wth? Of course we don't have state tax, but obviously we are paying for it. It should be a fun day, *enter sarcasm here, as Betsy is such a wonderful shopper. She tries on 100 things, and walks out with ONE that she likes. Wee-one is going to go crazy waiting for her. I wish she could go to mom's for a while, but I hate putting any extra pressure on her right now. So, wee one will just have to suck it up and be a good girl....

Wee one told me yesterday she wanted to go bowling with me. I said that it would be fun for us girls to go out before school starts and she said, "Oh no....not Betsy. Just you and me. It will be a mom-me day. Maybe we could do that once a year. No! Once a month! That way we could go out 12 times without Betsy." Hmmmm, I think she may be mad at her sister....lol. Actually she has been rather clingy lately. She's been sleeping on the couch in my room, sitting next to me (or rather on top of me) when we are on the couch, and always making sure I'm in the house (like I'd risk droopy hair by stepping outside!). I think it might be that school is starting in two weeks, and she might be a bit nervous. Fourth grade is going to be a challenge for her, with the horrid year she had in third grade. Here's hoping she gets a teacher that actually knows how to teach! You can bet your butt if she gets anything less than perfection this year, I'll be in the office complaining!

Not much happened over the weekend. It rained on Saturday, so we spent the day lounging about....and Sunday we went to church, then out to see the college dh will be attending....then the grocery store. That's it. Not much excitement around here. I still haven't found out why the neighbor next door is moving....but I'm sure I will hear something soon. Actually, I think we should put up a sign too. I want to move away from here! But the question then becomes, where do you go? Heck, I don't know.

Okay, well, enough of this extremely boring entry. I need to get going on housework, then shopping....oh what an exciting life I lead....

We have a winner....

I have to brag a bit, as Wee-One ended up winning the "Best J-Brat on the Block Award" for her My Frog Journal! Thank you so much, everyone who voted for her. She is so excited. And I'm a pretty proud mom as well!

Let's see....what have I done today. Well, I suppose that would have to be a big NOTHING. I mean it. Nothing. Zilch. Zero. I got up and tried to fix my printer, which has taken a crap. Then, I find out that my computer which has been acting up, has eaten all of my photos taken in the last three months. I can only imagine what else is gone. I hate to look. I then made brunch, and once again sat my butt in front of this computer. I've been checking out the Gateway deals....some of which are quite good. I believe we will be going with one of them. Betsy is in St. Augustine with friends, enjoying the remaining weekends before school starts. John is outside working on the boat, getting it all purtyful to sell....speaking of selling....

This morning not only did the "nose picker" neighbor put his house up for sale, our next door neighbor did as well. Very strange....not so strange for the "np" to move, but our neighbor has lived here for over 15 years. I wonder what the scoop is?

So, that has been my Saturday so far. BTW, is anyone else having trouble with extremely large print in journals? It's like I woke up with AOL Large Print Edition....

TGIF....

Tonight my darling dh brought home "what-a-burger's" and they were mighty tasty! I really should go out and walk them off....but I'm sleepy now from eating.

Today I had the bug guy here. We have had a problem with carpenter ants, and thought we had taken care of them....unfortunately the little buggers prooved us wrong, and showed thier ugly little faces again. Dh and I had to go to my mother's house, and when we came home, we had an infestation of flying ants in our dining room. Apparently the rain causes them to search for higher and dryer ground, which constituted our window. They are attracted to light, so they were by the computer and the stove light. Now, being from the north, I never realized what a problem these insects are....up there, having ants meant you were not too concerned about the cleanliness of your house....however here, you could clean all day every day (eg me) and still have them. When we got home, I could hear a screeching from inside the house and thought, oh man, the girls must be scared to death! However, upon entering I realized it was laughter....as wee one was catching them, and dropping them into my burning Yankee candle. Horrified I asked her what she was doing and she replied, "I'm cremating them!" Betsy was caught between laughing and gagging. (I can't help but wonder what my spiced apple candle is going to smell like, next time I light it....little ant bodies suspended in wax....)

But I digress....the guy came today and put bait in the bathrooms, under the sinks, in the kitchen, behind toilets and shower heads, and then sprayed and spread granuals around the house. Hopefully this will do the trick. I hate to think of the little monsters crawling around inside my attic or walls. Ewwwww. One more thing to despise about living here.

I have to say I am so proud of Betsy. Yesterday morning she left for my mom's house, and spent the night. Since my sister was working and my mom had to go to thedoctor with my grandmother, Betsy stayed over and spent the day caring for my dad. She said he did really well, and she enjoyed spending time with him. She can be a "typical" teenager sometimes, but when it comes down to it, she is a wonderful, loving girl. Last night as we were walking to pick up wee one from her friends house, we were talking and she said, "I had such a nice time with Gram, I didn't realize how much I missed being with her." I can't tell you how wonderful that made me feel. I have truly been blessed with two of the most loving and special kids in the world....in my opinion!

Well, it seems everyone wants dessert and I am apparently the only one who knows how to work the ice cream scoop....*sigh. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

Walking in sunshine....

This morning I had to get up early, 7:45, to await the arrival of the "boat trader" picture lady. She was to be here between 8:00 and 10:00, so I figured I'd get my walking clothes on, and do my 2 miles after she got here. Turns out she was running late and didn't get here till after 10:00. I decided to go for the walk anyway and take wee one and her bike with me. We started out, and I knew I should have turned around about half way down the block, as the sun was blazing by now. But, I figured since I was already doing it I might as well finish. A few blocks down the way I was beginning to feel the beginnings of blisters on my ankles. Yet, I pressed on. Wee one by this time had begun complaining of the heat, and saying how hot it was having to wear a helmet.

We got to the one mile mark and she had begun riding ahead of me, only to stop, turn and yell, "Is that all you got?" I smiled and kept walking, as I didn't want to waste energy talking. Around the 50th time she did this I yell, "Yes, this IS all I got!" She just laughed and rode on. As I was walking I was praying that someone would decide to turn on their sprinkler system and water, so that I could run through it. There was one house that had thiers turned on, but it was at the end of the cycle and the water was right up by the house. It didn't look like anyone was home, and I really did consider running up to cool myself off....but decided against it. With my luck the window next to the sprinkler would have been a bathroom, and I would have gotten an eyefull of Mr. Geriatric stepping out of his morning shower....ewwwww.

By the time we made the circle and were back on our block, my fingers were so swollen from the heat that I could hardly bend them. It looked as though I had bratwurst attached to my palms. Wee one had had enough at this point and took off toward home. 5 long minutes later (I was getting pretty slow by then), I was home. I walked to the closet, grabbed a towel, took off my shorts, went in the back, climbed the stairs to the pool and jumped in....ahhhhh, sweet chlorinated bliss. Wee one eventually joined me, thrilled with the fact that I let her jump in with her clothes on as well. We spent a glorious half hour in the pool, making a whirlpool, talking about all sorts of things.

I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She said she would like to be "someone who takes parts out of people". I said like a surgeon? And she said yes and asked how much school she would have to go to. When I gave her the lowdown, she decided against it and chose dentistry....again I told her about the schooling involved, and she decided on becoming a vet....more school....then she said, and I love this, "Well, how about being a homeperson like you?" I just laughed and said that I didn't go to college, but that now if I wanted to go to work, I wouldn't have any schooling and it would be hard for me. She rolled her eyes and said, "Mom, can we just let me be a kid for now?"

Walking with blisters until they are raw....blood
Walking in 100 degree heat for 2 miles....sweat
Spending 30 minutes talking with my wee one....priceless

 

 

It's Wednesday....isn't it?

I just went outside to put some shock in the pool, and found a wee turtle. He is so cute. He was just sitting there, amon the rocks. I'm glad I didn't step on him....or he would have become a frisbee! I took him over to the hose and watered him down a bit, and put him in the shade. He was rather dry. I went inside and got wee-one (as I didn't think he would particularly thrill Betsy), and she looked at him for a bit. She picked him up once, then put him down and ran back into the house. I was worried for a minute that she would want to keep him....but thankfully we had just returned from the store, where she purchased a Polly Pocket, complete with limousine and accessories. She was having a hard time deciding between the limo and the pool Polly....she kept picking one up then setting the other down, and vice versa. However, she decided on the limo. She also paid with her own money. She had $46 with her, so really she could have gotten both. I suggested that to her, and she though about it before saying, "Hey, I'll tell you what. I'll buy one and YOU buy the other." I don't think so kid, but nice try.

We stopped at Books-a-Million as well, because Betsy needed the next book in her series. She reads Fearless, and only has 4 books to go. She also bought a hard-cover $15 book called "ttyl" (talk to you later in teen im talk). The entire book is written in instant messages, and the book is also printed like an instant message, each page containing several messages from different characters. I'm like, I pay HOW much each month for you to instant message, and you go and buy a book on it? I swear, I will never understand these kids. (Dang whippersnappers!)

Tonight will be a boring dinner of kielbasa and kraut. I made a new recipe last night, complete with photos, but my ygp isn't working at the moment. I really need a new computer. This one has done a great job, but it's on it's last leg I believe. I'm rebooting 10 times a day for pete's sake!

Oh, I also bought an ironing board pad and cover today. How exciting is that? I had to choose between butterflies and plain pink. I went with the butterflies. Oh, and I also bought conditioner for wee one's hair. She has such long, thick hair that I have to get pantene. It's the only thing that will work. However, today I decided to try the generic equivalant. Of course, I had to open it and smell it, because I buy by scent. If you are a user of the pantene conditioner, you will know that the bottles are made to stand up with the opening on the bottom, so you don't have to shake the last remaining bits out. Well, I picked up the bottle, opened it, gave it a little squeeze to sniff....and found myself with a face full of conditioner. I calmly wiped it off my cheek and ever-so-nonchalantly out of my nostrils, all while Betsy is looking at me like, "Could you BE any more embarassing?"

So, now I am home, ironing board ready to go, nostril hair soft and manageable....yet here I sit. *Sigh. I better get a move on!

I had a dream.....oh man did I ever!

Have you ever had one of "those" dreams, where you wake up and you're like, "Dang....where did that come from?" (The following will be a short synopsis of my romantic, touchy-feely dream, so any men reading might want to turn away now....)

Maybe my stress level has been so high that subconsiously my brain decided I needed a little break....to which I say, yeah baby. What I remember is that I was with a doctor who was napping in a room between patients. I didn't know him well, but we seemed to have a good rapport. We were talking/flirting....then somehow kissing. I remember thinking that I didn't want to kiss him....but he convinced me otherwise. It got rather hot from there....until someone walked in. I remember the doc had an accent, and he wasn't astonishingly good looking, but there was some kind of "soul" connection between us. Okay guys....analyze that one! LOL.

I have so many things on my to do list today. I need to finish some sewing, call the bug guy, do my ironing (hubby "mentioned" he was out of shirts...."I'm getting low on shirts here!" yelled from inside the closet), and I've begun steam cleaning carpets, couches, whatever looks like it needs refreshing. Oh, and the dog is in need of a vet visit and I'm sure some medicine. Does the fun never end around here???? 

Only 2 weeks until registration for Betsy at high school....and we are still waiting on Wee one's postcard which announces which teacher she will have this year. Every day she runs to the mail box, only to come in and throw the mail on the counter in disgust. "WHEN are they going to send it?" she will ask. Oh, to be young again, when the highlight of your summer is finding out who your teacher will be. I remember back in elementary school, we would have to go to the school to find out who our teachers were. They would have a "wall of classes" and you would find your grade then check all the rosters. I'll never forget when I got the "mean" 2nd grade teacher. I was horrified! She was infamous for her phrase, "Park it and cork it!" (a bit more pc than sit down and shut up....lol). Ahhh, memories.

Well, it's 6:30 and I suppose I should be getting a move on. Or, perhaps I'll go back to bed and hope my doctor friend is waiting.....mmmmmhmmmmm.....that's the stuff.....

Oh the pain....my head hurts....

If you are looking for a cheerful entry this evening, I suggest looking elsewhere. What, you ask, has made this resident funny-lady so grumpy and, (*veiled vulgarity warning*) bi***y this evening? Nothing in particular. To borrow from Lemony Snicket, just a series of unfortunate events.

Last evening I had a doozy of an argument with my teen. Nothing horrible, just the usual teenage smart mouth, disrespect, moodiness, etc. (Oh no, not our ever-so-sweet Betsy!) The mood spilled over to today, and we had more "words" (full of UNveiled vulgarity....). Things have settled down a bit, although she is still quite wary when approaching me.

Dh went to the college to register for classes this afternoon. He was not happy to find that not alot of his classes are transferrable to a Business degree, and he will be starting with a three class load. Needless to say he is NOT thrilled. However, he knows that it will benefit us in the long run, and he isn't one to sit back and do nothing just because it's easier. He did, however, bark orders over my shoulder as I searched for classes that will be on the correct night and time....which did soooo much for my headache. One thing about my husband, he can be as mad as he-double hockey sticks for ten minutes, then come back into the room like nothing happened. He just did that, bringing me Tylenol and water....oh waiiiit a minute....he also just sweetly said to me, "Here are the the forms I need you to fill out for me sweetie," and plopped them on my desk. What a dear, dear man....

The family situation is beginning to break apart. You know how when someone hurts themselves, you have that "honeymoon" peroid, usually lasting about a week, when everyone is visiting, taking turns cooking and generally giving their all....well, the glow has faded and reality has set in. No one seems to have the time to run the errands, take turns cooking, drive to the doctor....I knew it would happen, but hoped it would at least take a few weeks. There is talk amongst the villagers that the injured one may have to move in with my mom, so that she can take care of her at night. Oh, yes, by all means. "Dog pile on Linda!!!!" *Grrrrrrrr.....

And last, but certainly not least in my evening rant, this award situation. By my calculations, if everyone who has said they voted for Wee one actually did.....she should have 50 votes or more by now. Seems the voting isn't working so well....not that it really matters anyway. Remember in high school when you voted for the "prettiest smile", "best personality, "class clown"....and all the nominees were the most popular people, and they all voted for each other? Don't get me wrong, each journal nominated is wonderful....it just seems like to make it fair perhaps you could only be in ONE category at a time....there are a lot of wonderful, interesting and unkown-to-most journals out there that deserve our attention! Of course, I realize that "we" were the ones who nominated them in the first place....so I really shouldn't complain. (And just in case anyone is wondering if this little rant is sour grapes on my part....it isn't. My run at #1 editor's pick was more than I had ever hoped for!)

Oooh, the Tylenol is beginning to kick in, and the vice has finally loosened it's grip on my temples. Sweet, sweet relief.....I think I will spend the evening relaxing and not thinking about anything. Which, in my case, should not be too hard.....

And so the voting begins....

Apparently there has been some voting going on here in journal land that I have not been following. Due to the family situation, I've missed out on most of everything....until Kara sent me an e-mail telling me that my Wee-one has been nominated for a journal award! Let me just say, she is so excited!

So, I would like to ask all my journal friends out there to go HERE and vote....She is under "JBCoupe-My Frog Jounal".

ROCK THE VOTE!

 

When life gives you lemons....you better hope you don't have a paper cut!

Okay, I tried this last night, and it didn't work....so let's do it again....

Two important j-land happenings....HAPPY BIRTHDAY (a day late) MONICA! Yes, our resident traveler, photographer is another year older, yet just as sweet and kind as ever. I hope your year is filled with happiness and fun, safe trips and beautiful scenery!

And a big CONGRATULATIONS goes out to Erin for passing her nursing boards....she is now an official RN. She is a Christian mom and wife who has worked so hard for a long time to reach her goals....what an inspiration! I wish nothing but the best for you in your future as a nurse....your patients will benefit from your care!

Things here are fine yet not fine. I really try to focus on the fun and funny parts of being a sahm, and when I write things that are neither, I feel bad. Yet, part of being a sahm is dealing with life as it comes, and I need a release as much as the next gal....

My grandmother is thankfully, doing well. We have a day person in place to watch her from 9-5. This woman has been a home caregiver for years, and is one tough cookie. Her name is Flossie, and she is a riot. She has quite a schedule set up for Nana, much to her dismay I think! LOL....she is set in her ways, but Flo is going to shake things up! She told my uncle that she had been praying for a job opportunity (as her previous 90+ patient had passed on), and then we called. She said it was "God's will". Can't argue with that! My sister will be on the "night shift", so Nana will feel more comfortable during the evenings. She still doesn't think she needs help....

However, my father is a different story. He has had a setback and scared everyone last night. Apparently he had been sitting in a chair trying to drink water, when my sister noticed he kept bringing the cup to his chin, and tipping it so the water spilled. He couldn't get it to his mouth. Then she said he was fiddling with his mouth and began to drool. He said he couldn't stop it. Now, with this disease, this is part of the "phases", and unfortunately a latter stage. He told my mother that "something" was happening, his words for slipping into the next stage. He can feel it, and always tells her when it happens. She decided it was time to go home, and tried to lead him to the door with his walker, however his legs wouldn't move. My sister said she had him put his hands on her shoulders and would tell him which foot to move, and eventually ended up dragging him most of the way. By the time they got to the car, she had to physically lift him in.

This disease is so crazy. You honestly don't know from day to day what it will bring. I have noticed over the past week that my father's speech is so slurred you can't understand him. He used to be pretty good in the mornings, however, those days are futher and farther between....and after last night, I think they are over. His muscles are getting so weak....he is suffering from sever exhaustion....

I talked to my mom on the phone last night. She said that she is more afraid of him living than dying. Not that in any way she doesn't want him here....it's just that she doesn't want him to live in pain or fear. His quality of life is quickly slipping to none. His only pleasure now is eating, and with his weak throat muscles, that is quickly becoming a losing battle. Mom admitted to me last night that that was the first time she was actually scared, she even cried while talking to me....and that REALLY makes me nervous. My mother is the strongest woman I know, and if she is upset....that isn't good.

She did call me this morning, and put dad on the phone. He told me that he was feeling better....but the smile in his voice was gone today. I'm hoping it's because he is still so tired, and that after sleeping most of the day, he will be more like himself. I'm hoping and praying....I know that God knows what he's doing. I don't question that. I just pray that we have the strenght to keep dad comfortable and happy with whatever time we have left.

Thanks for listening.

 

Relaaaaxxxxxx......

First of all, I just want to thank everyone who sent such loving comments and e-mails. It helps to know that we aren't alone in our problems, and to know that our friends will stand behind us, next to us, and even catch us when we are weak and fall. ((((everyone))))

John and I went over and sat with my grandmother for a while this evening. She is doing good so far. She has a cast from knee to foot on her left leg, and shoulder to hand on her right arm. My mother and her brother have called a nursing service and are trying to set up a day nurse, and they are flying my sister in to stay with her during the night. That will be good because during the day, she can stay with my dad while mom checks on Nana from time to time. My sister is unemployed right now, no kids and her husband works nights....they talked about it and decided it would be the right thing to do, and she will also get the added benefit of visiting with dad. So, that's the plan for now.

John and I took Hayley to her class this morning, and then I dropped him off at work. I was so depressed by that time, that I went home and did the one thing I knew would help calm my anxiety....I made pancakes. They were really good....sometimes I think they work better than my anxiety medication! After that I spent the morning cleaning the house until 1:00. Beyond that, I did nothing. I sat on my rump and watched tv till 2, then napped till 3:30. It has just been one of those depressing weeks....I don't feel like doing anything....no motivation whatsoever. I have tons of things to do....yet I don't. I've still got wash to finish, clothes to fold and iron. However, I made a 4 thumbs-up dinner tonight. Something about the smell of a good old fashioned pot roast is so comforting.

Well, I'm off to take a bath and relax....soak my blisters, that sort of thing. I took a picture of my beat-up feet....but it was unsuitable for posting....lol. Have a lovely evening everyone....and thanks for being here for me!

Strange fruit, large bugs and learner's permits....

Well, today my 16 year old is an official, learning permitted driver. She is quite excited about it. I took a picture of her and her permit, however my ygp is messed up and I was lucky to get on here what I did. We went on Friday to take the test, and of course, the entire state's computer system went down. So, after dropping wee one off at art camp, I retrieved Betsy and off we went to try again. We waited 30 minutes in line, got up to the window.....and the freaking computers went out all over the state again.  I can not tell you my feelings at that moment....oh wait, yes I can. I was FREAKING FRUSTRATED BEYOND COMPREHENSION. Betsy just stood there looking at me like, "She did NOT just say the computers are down...." I told her she obviously wasn't meant to drive. Fast forward an hour and a half later, and they were up and running. Betsy aced the test, got her pic, and we were out of there! Now it's up to dh to start the lessons....thankfully she has drivers ed at school first semester, which will give my husbands nerves a break....

As for my grandmother and her wrist....my uncle took her to dinner on Sunday, and then back to the plant so that he could do a few things in his office. She decided to use the restroom, and for some reason took her shoes off. As she walked into the ceramic floor area she slipped and fell, almost knocking herself out. As she jumped up, she fell forward and landed on her wrist, breaking it. Here's the unbelieveable part....she didn't tell him. Nope, she went back to his office, told him she was ready to go and he took her home. Mind you, she is right handed and that was the wrist that broke, so when they got home she asked him in and he said he had to study, so she went to the door herself, and took "a really long time" trying to get it open (my uncles words). He said he was about to get out and help her, but she turned and waved (you would think seeing her hand dangling from her wrist would have rung a few bells....) and he left.

The next morning my mom calls me and tells me that Nana had fallen in the bathroom (she didn't tell my mom the real story till later), and that she was going to take her to the hospital, and would I take care of dad....sure thing. I met her at my grandmother's to pickup dad, and I almost fainted when I saw Nana. She is a tiny woman, 90 lbs soaking wet....and here she comes with this hand that looked like Eddie Murphy in the Nutty Professor. It was swollen at least 3 times her normal size! It actually made me sick to look at it. I said, "Uh, Nana, I do believe you broke it." She laughed and said, "Oh honey, your mom is taking me to the hospital, and I dont' have a bra on!" I said, "Nana, I think that is the least of your worries at this point!" She cracks me up. So my mother who has my ill father is trying to get him into my car, and telling my grandmother to get her things. Nana comes out with a little blue bag and my mom asks if that is her information for the hospital. She says, "Oh no honey, it's my makeup in case I have to stay overnight!" Ahhh, a woman after my own heart!

So....she does have a broken wrist, and she sees the orthopedic guy tomorrow. Oh, yes, and that night she hadn't told anyone that she got hurt, she slept with her arm dangling over the side of the bed, and was sure to use plenty of heat.... no wonder it was so huge! Today I went over with Betsy and brought her some supplies....grapes and cheese, two packages of Pepperidge Farm Milano and Chunky cookies, and an Enquirer....a senior citizens care package....

Wee one had another fun day at camp. They got to go outside and paint and saw the movie "Matilda". I am so glad she is doing this, as she really loves it.

I can hear a storm brewing in the distance, which means my aol is going to shut down soon....I don't know what it is with FL, but when it rains I lose my internet. I suppose this would be a good time to sit with my husband and discuss our days....or take a bath by myself....yeah, that's the ticket....

Random thoughts....

Wee one started her art class today. It's downtown so I drove to dh's work, and we left together from there, as it's only 5 minutes from his office. We went to park at the lot because today you had to go in and turn in paperwork....unfortunately the lot I knew of was closed, and we had to find another place to park. Now, since we had to park somewhere else, I was totally turned around. Hence, we walked and walked and walked....in circles. Of course, this was the morning that I chose to wear my strappy sandals, which I have since learned are not the best choice for city walking. During our 20 minute treck I managed to rub the skin raw, cause a blister, pop the blister and rub raw some more....by the time we got back to the van, I was barefoot. I went from stylish to hillbilly in 20 minutes.

Wee one loved her art class however, which is what is important. She talked a mile a minute to her dad after he picked her up today. They did painting, drawing, clay work, shadow making, watched a movie....and got to have playtime in the loft. She was worried that they would have to ride in the elevator to the 5th floor where the class is being held. She says, "I only like the see through ones so if we get stuck, they can see us!" They did end up using the elevator, however she said it was really big and had light up numbers so she could keep track of the floor she's on. They are going to do portraits tomorrow, and she is excited that she will be getting to use an easel. She also said that she is so happy that aunt Janice gave her these lessons, so that she doesn't have to be bored anymore....

Betsy said that she enjoyed being home today without her sister....it was like having wee one at school, and Bets was home sick with her mommy....how nice. *enter sarcasm here. She spent the day in her pj's, complaining her stomach hurt and she was tired. She is going to be an excellent crotchety old woman. She is reading this as I type, wich I hate, and said that was "Such a nice thing to write." Hey, I never said I was a nice mom....

I have another story about what happened today. This one involves my grandmother and her wrist....but I'm too tired to write about it right now. It's been a looooong day.

Happy Birthday Betsy!!!!

Well, today I have an offical 16 year old daughter. She is no longer the little girl who used to cry if I didn't put the Barney tape in, eat hotdogs and frozen peas every day for lunch, or let me put her hair up and "fluff" her bangs.

I remember when I gave birth to Betsy. After I had her I was so drained that I didn't get to see her for a few hours. I remember waking up alone in my room, as dh and the gang went to the cafeteria for dinner. I pressed the call button and asked the nurse if I could see my baby. I had just turned 19 the week before, and I was a bit nervous about being a mom....that is until they brought her to me. It felt as though the "mom gene" must have kicked in the moment they placed her in my arms. I will never forget seeing her for the first time. She was awake, and so quiet, intently studying me with the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen. I remember kissing her and smelling her....I remember looking at her little hands and checking to see if she had the "Barnett" crooked pinkie finger, which she did. I wanted to unwrap her from her blanket, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get it back on! I did anyway, and she had 10 fingers and 10 toes....I don't think I have ever felt that way since....such awe that God had placed into my hands and heart and life, this little creature. She was mine forever, and I felt complete.

It seems like only yesterday, and at the same time feels like eons ago that I cradled her in my arms. Things have changed, she has changed. She is on the road to a new life now....one where mom isn't needed as much, or should I say, in the same capacity. Our roles are shifting and we are doing our best to adjust. All I want for Betsy is for her to be herself....to have her own ideas and feelings and to own them. To stand for what she believes and not follow others "just because". I want her to smile and laugh and enjoy life....to embrace each day as new and full of possibilities. I want everything for her....and would do anything to make it possible. I am proud of her, and love her more than words could ever convey....I am the one who has been blessed....Happy Birthday to my "first" baby....I love you!

~Mom

The party....stunk

Okay, here's how it went down. Everyone arrived, and I thought were having a good time, although I noticed that Betsy's boyfriend hadn't said much of anything since he walked in, and he brought a friend who was not invited (although Betsy knew him and it was fine). They go to the porch and everyone is chatting and visiting....yet the two guys are sitting to the side, talking amongst themselves. I call Betsy in when the pizzas arrive, and she is not happy. She tells me he is ignoring her, and she doesn't know what to do. Well, he had suggested they "break" over the summer, not date anyone, just hang out with their respective friends.....which although she didn't want to do, she agreed. Anyway, she invites everyone in for pizza....and they won't eat.

The evening goes on, and I see her sitting between her girlfriends and the guys....looking rather sad, so again I call her in. I can tell she wants to cry, but she won't give him the satisfaction. She said she didn't even get to open his gift, because he wasn't paying attention to her. I felt so bad for Betsy....she isn't one to show a lot of emotion, but I knew she was hurting. I tell her I'll get the cake and maybe she could ask him to go to her room, so she can open the gift in private. Well, her friend came in before she had the chance, so she told everyone if they wanted cake to come in the kitchen.

By this time, it's dark out, and the only two who didn't come in for cake were bf and friend. It was ice cream cake, so they ate it in the kitchen (which the florida room is attached to). About 10 minutes later, I tell Betsy to ask them if they want cake before I put it away....and they are gone. They went out the back and left! I tell Bets to walk down the street and ask them to come back, since I am responsible for them while they are here....

She comes back and says she can't find them. She calls his cell phone a million times, and there is no answer....now it's coming up on 10 in the evening, and I start to worry. I call his house, to ask his mom to call his cell because he would probably answer her....and it's busy. Now, he lives like 5 miles away so I tell John I'm going to get in the car and go look for him....maybe he started to walk home. *Argument ensues. "That little ****, how dare he leave the house! You stay here, you are not going to go out looking for him! Call his **** parents." Blah, blah, blah....by this time I'm crying because I don't know what to do. I end up driving around the "big block", with no luck. So, I follow the route to his house, the whole time calling and getting a busy signal. At 10:30 I get to his house and walk up to the door. As I pass his  mom's car, I put my hand on it and it's hot....as was my face by that point.

She opens the door and I say, "Is **** here?" Her eyes are huge and she says, "Yes....he called me and said he wanted to come home, so I picked him up." I just stand there staring at her thinking W-T-F????  A million things run through my mind....and what do I do? I burst out crying! Oh, the humanity....my stress level was so high at that point, I couldn't help it! She comes out and hugs me....like I wanted that! I told her, "I've been driving around for a half hour looking for him....I had no idea he had left....I was trying to call you...." she says, "I told him he should have called to let Betsy know he left." Again I say W-T-F???? Am I wrong here or shouldn't she have called ME? Better yet, shouldn't she have come to my home and told me he was leaving....she picked him up DOWN THE STREET!!!! I would NEVER leave a parent hanging like that!

And to top it off....she said that he told her Betsy was rude to him and that she asked him, "If she wasn't going to pay attention to you, why did she invite you?" OMG....I just turned around and walked to the car....got in without saying a word and left. She was talking as I walked away, but I was so upset/galled/amazed that I couldn't respond. I got to the stopsign and balled like a freaking baby. I don't know why I reacted like that....I should have made her bring him out so I could tell him he shouldn't have done that....

In any case, Betsy did enjoy herself with her other friends none-the-less. I'll report back later on what she got, and post some pics. As for now, I'm going to try to go back to bed. Here's a fun footnote....when I got home, I decided to take a bath to relax. Afterward, I used my little pedicure razor thing on my feet....only to take off about 1/2 of skin on my left foot, which of course led to profuse bleeding for an hour or so, and now I can't walk. *Sigh.

My head already hurts, and it's only 6:30....

Okay, it's 6:30 and all but one person is here for Betsy's party. 4 girls and 2 guys....waiting on one more guy. I really hope her party is a success. I get nervous for her, almost like it's my party. I remember being so shy in school....painfully so. I couldn't stand talking in front of people, and I always worried what others would think. I am so glad that Betsy isn't that way. She's pretty much a "take it or leave it" kind of gal. They are going to go out on the porch when the straggler gets here....and then I will order the pizza. What a good mom I am! LOL....

Wee one is spending the night at my mom's, so as not to "bother" the partygoers. John is holed up in the bedroom, watching a movie with the dog. He's not the sociable, friendly dad....he's more of the quiet "I can't handle all these teens" type. So, that leaves the chaperoning to me. Gee, thanks honey.

I woke up this morning and turned over, only to pull my back. Dagnabbit it hurts! This is the first time I have sat down all day, as the only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm standing. I took a hot shower, rubbed icy hot on it....and now it's numb. I tell ya, growing old is painful!

I ended up making an ice cream cake for Bets. Chocolate with B&J peanut butter cup ice cream in between, vanilla frosting and pb cups for decoration. It looks pretty darn good!  I'll have to try to sneak a piece before it gets devoured.

Well, I can concentrate no more, as this music is boring a hole into my brain....technically, I don't think you can call it music...more like screaming, gutteral noises with bass and drums thrown in. Wish me luck!

 

My snackfood Haiku....

Chips Ahoy and juice

Loved by Coupe, hated by most

Fine, that's more for me....

I do not remember who suggested this idea; my apologies that I am not able to give the applicable "props".  However, I'm sure someone will mention who started this.

 

The DMV, Umbrellas and Adam and Eve....

I just got back with Betsy from the dmv. I had all my papers in hand....birth certificate, state drug/drinking course completion certificate, social security card, downloaded forms....we arrived to an almost empty parking lot. Betsy closed the instruction booklet for the last time, confident in her knowledge of yield signs and no passing zones. We went into the office and there were four attendants, and only one other customer....we step up to the window, smiles on our faces....and then she tells us the computers for the entire state are down, and we have to come back. Talk about disappointing! She said they would be back up in a half an hour, so she filled out the paperwork, gave Betsy the vision test, and handed everything back to me. We decided to go visit my parents for a bit, and return later. Forty minutes later - enter first half of paragraph here - and they now will be down for "at least" another hour. *Sigh. I guess there will be no learners permit today....I wanted to get it done this morning while wee one was at her church outing with a friend. Looks like we will be heading out Monday to try again. I'm going to call and see if the computers are running after wee one gets home....but I have a feeling they will be out for the day.

Other than that, it looks like a day of cleaning for me. I want to get everything done so that tomorrow I can bake Betsy's birthday cake without interruption. It will be chocolate, with a layer of Ben & Jerry's peanut butter cup ice cream in the middle. I've never made an ice cream cake before, but I'm sure it will turn out fine. I got supplies yesterday....plates, cups, napkins etc. Apparently the Lion King motif has been discontinued at the party supply stores too, as I was unable to find anything. Bummer. So, I ended up getting a Sweet Sixteen table ornament, and a button for her to wear....I'm sure she will be thrilled with it! LOL Wee one had a great time shopping for Betsy. She certainly knows what she wants when she shops. While choosing cards, she will read each one, and if it doesn't pertain to her in the least, it's put back. The one she got is funny and cute....and she had to think long and hard about her purchase as well. I think Betsy will love it. She also said that she did NOT want a gift bag....she wants to wrap it herself. She picked out paper in a color she thought Betsy would like, and some fancy bows as well. I can't wait to see how it turns out!

We did stop at the "freaking dollar store" yesterday. It was absolutely pouring out, and she and I had only one umbrella between us. As we walked in, we saw a display of "kid" umbrellas. She ran over to them and said, "MOM! Can I have one? They have PLASTIC handles!" I said sure, and she asked if we could get me one too. I told her I already had one, and she said, "But I worry about you." I wasn't sure what she meant until I remembered our conversation as we got out of the car...."Mom, what happens if you are holding an umbrella with a metal handle, and lightning strikes you?" I laughed and said it probably wouldn't happen. She said, "Yeah, probably not....but I want YOU to hold this umbrella!" Lmao. The kid cracks me up. I ended up buying her a sketch pad as well, and while we were waiting to pick up Betsy, she drew a tree. She said, "Do you like my tree? And here's the apple....and those people....Mom? What were those people's names? You know, the ones who ate the apple that God said not to, and ruined it for the rest of us?" I suppose I should be happy that she remembered the gist of the story, even if she forgot the names....

 

The long, hot summer....

Only 4 weeks and 5 days till the kids go back to school. This southern schedule has me all mixed up. I'm used to having the kids go back at the end of August, not the beginning. At lunch with my aunt the other day, she said to me, "The girls don't have much vacation left, do they?" I thought about it for a moment and said, "No, only a few weeks." I expected a roll of the eyes from my girls....but instead I received "Thank God" in unison! LOL....I guess they are bored. And who wouldn't be with nothing but dvd's, video games, a pool, a computer and various other things to keep them busy.

It's still stifling hot here. Although, this afternoon we had quite a storm, and it actually cooled things off. I probably should go get my jacket out of storage, as it's a chilly 85 at 8:00 pm. *enter sarcasm here. Really, it did cool things down a bit, and cut the humidity, which is a nice change.

The girls have an abundance of things to do in the next few days. Betsy is going bowling tomorrow with a church friend, and wee one will be going on a "fun friday" with her friend's church group. They will be painting some ceramics and using a kiln. This weekend we will be having Betsy's b=day party, minus a Lion King cake. It's the one thing she specifically asked for....and when I went to the grocery store today, the woman says, "LION KING? Oh no....they discontinued that a LONG time ago." She was saying this very loudly, like I was not only stupid, but hard of hearing. I just stared at her and she says, "But I did get a memo that said they are bringing it back, due to the re=release of the movie." Okaayyyy.....thanks for nothing. Needless to say I did NOT order my cake there. I went to another store, and they didn't have it either. I suppose I could call around to various bakeries, but I will probably end up making it myself.  And why should I pay up the wazoo for a cake that the teenage girls won't eat because of their "weight" and the boys will pay no attention to? Of course, I'm making a family cake as well....so I should ask what flavor she wants, etc.

I bought wee one a new bathing suit today....it's adorable! We went to K=mart and they had all their summer things on sale for 50% off....woohoo! $6.95 for a new suit! I should go back and get some more....but in a few weeks they will be down to $2.00.

Okay, that's it for me this evening. It's Reno 911 night, and I must get ready for my viewing pleasure....peace out!

I'm melllllltingggggg.....

It is so freaking hot, you could literally fry an egg on the sidewalk....or the pool deck....or my head....take your pick. Right now, I wish I were in Alaska during a snow storm. Or at least skinny enough to fit in the freezer. Not only is it hot, but the humidity is somewhere in the 500% range. My makeup melted off my face, my hairspray turned into glue, and my deodorant? You don't want to know.

So, what did I do on this wearing-a-parka-in-a-crowded-elevator-would-be-cooler-than-this day?  I went to downtown Jacksonville with my aunt and daughters, to scope out the art camp wee one will be attending. My aunt, who is the "queen of walking", (although Sully is getting up there, with her 5 miles in the heat), decided we should park, then walk the "two" blocks to the museum, since there was a bit of construction. Fine I say....but what she doesn't tell me is that you have to park, walk through half a mall, and then outside down the 3 blocks to the museum. You would have thought I had asked wee one to walk across the Sahara. She was whining before we even got into the mall! Every step she took, she complained.                         

"Are we there yet? How much longer? My feet hurt. I'm tired. Where IS it?"  I was ready to explode. Finally we arrived, and decided to dine in the cafe. It was very good....a small menu with few items....mostly gormet. Wee one took one look at it and gave me the eye. I knew she didn't like anything on it. Thankfully, they had a tuna salad, which is her all time favorite. I was worried, as she only likes it the way I or my mother makes it....but apparently this was good. Afterward, we walked back and stopped at a little shop just to browse. Of course, immediately wee one found a frog marrionette....and now owns it.

I wore the wrong shoes for the treck....and now my heels have been rubbed raw.  I will be sporting the "band-aid" look for a while. I also bit my tongue so hard it bled....which was such a nice ending to our outing.  We got back to the plant and went inside to see hubby for a minute. Ahhhh, glorious air conditioning! It felt like an ice box....wonderful.  Of course, after our visit, we had to get into our dark green van that had sat in the sun for the past few hours. Now I know what a turkey on Thanksgiving feels like going into the oven. My car didn't cool down until I was a mile from home. 

So, that is my hot, steamy, Florida day. All you northerners who wish for the warm weather in the winter.....trust me....we pay for it. Stay put. Never, ever, under ANY circumstances move here. Mickey isn't worth it. I have a feeling he just hires people to wear costumes down there in Orlando, and is enjoying his money somewhere at a Colorado ski resort..... 

 

The holiday weekend is over....whew....

I just got back from the grocery store. I had to pick up a few things that we were out of. Just the usuals....bread, milk, tea, cheese....it was nice to get out and back into a routine. As much as I like holidays, they sometimes overwhelm me. Although, I must say that this year included no picnic or purchased fireworks. However, wee one was thrilled to spend 10 minutes outside with her dad and I, throwing those little "snap" things at one another. You would have thought we had spent thousands of dollars on really great fireworks, by the way she was laughing and carrying on. It made me feel so good....and so melancholy at the same time. She is growing up too fast. But I'm not going to go into that now....

We ended up driving out to St. Augustine for the fireworks. We left around 8:30, since it was raining we figured we could leave later....WRONG. Apparently a little rain doesn't deter folks around here. The entire downtown was blocked off and there were thousands of card trying to get in. People were actually parking along the highway and walking 3-4 miles to get to the grounds of the fort. Unbelieveable. I said absolutely not. So, we pulled into the Dairy Queen lot, got a cone, and waited. Unfortunately, we were not able to see from there, so we drove around some more. Frustrated we decided to drive home....but when I looked in my mirror, I could see the fireworks. So, we turned around and parked in the emplty lot of a furniture store, about 2 miles away. We had a perfect view....plus no rain, no crowds, and no mosquitoes! The girls were thrilled with it. And when it was over, we were home in 20 minutes. I guarantee people were spending more time trying to get out of there, than it took to watch the show. Next year I am going to reserve a room at one of the hotels that faces the harbour. That will be much more fun!

Today I spent cleaning and organizing drawers in my bedroom. I am in an organizational mode right now. I want to dig into my closet and start throwing things away. I will start that project on Wednesday. Tomorrow, I have to meet my aunt for lunch, then we are taking wee one to see where she is going to have her week of art camp. It's at a museum and I'm not positive how to get there. I hope she enjoys her classes. I think she will....she's such an artsy kid!

Betsy and I have some planning to do for her party on Saturday. Just a few kids, a few pizzas and the pool. I can't believe my baby will be 16! She also wants to make an appointment to get her permit. I have been putting it off since last July....I don't think I'm going to get away with it much longer. Her father is going to teach her how to drive. He is an excellent driver, he drove the big rigs for a few years, and I think he will have the patients to teach her better than I.

Right now John is vegging in front of the tv with his chicken and mashed taters. Poor guy worked outside in the humidity allllll day. He looked terrible when he came in. He got undressed, put his trunks on and jumped into the pool. He stayed there for quite a while. I know he was so hot. He power washed the sidewalks, walkway, mowed, trimmed, and shampooed my car. He deserved his beloved chicken! LOL. Betsy is in her room reading and wee one is at her friend's house swimming. She came home to get her suit and couldn't find it....so she came into my room to ask if I knew where it was. I'm standing in my closet with my shorts and bra on, and I turn to answer her and notice her friend standing there next to her....Sheesh! I just smiled and told her to go look....but the funny thing was her friend....she looked at me and sloooowwly backed up and out of the room. Kids crack me up!

Well, I'm outta here for now. I have more laundry to do. Back to reality.....

Happy birthday to meeeee.....

Well, I'm officially 35. It doesn't feel much different than 34. I had a wonderful day with my family. I posted pics of my "haul"....lol. We had a great dinner at the Blue Crab....the girls loved it. Wee one said, "We should eat here every Saturday!" I'm still stuffed and we ate hours ago.

I want to thank EVERYONE who sent the sweet e-cards and of course the greetings by snail mail as well. Who ever thought a simple journal would bring me friends as wonderful and thoughtful and teriffic as I have found here. I consider my journal friends closer to me than my "real life" ones. You know me by my words and true feelings....and you still accept me for who I am. I feel so blessed today....and everyday with all of you! ((((HUGS))))

Tomorrow we will be seeing Spiderman 2 after church, and buying some sparklers for wee one. She is a bit miffed that we haven't spent hundreds of dollars on fireworks. I told her, all she has to do is look up in the sky, and see everyone elses for free! LOL....she did get some of those snap things from my mom and dad....the ones you throw on the ground and they pop. Maybe I'll pick up one of those $20 packs at the store....we'll see. Well, I'm off to bed....you know how it is when you get older....bedtime comes around much earlier!

Someone's got a birthday, I wonder who????

Today is Percy's 11th birthday....so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOY! He's such a sweetie pie....he spent his day napping, eating, napping, drinking, napping, etc. You get the picture. I can't believe how old he's getting. Sometimes he still acts like the  little puppy we got so long ago. He was a surprise to Betsy and I. John went out and got him without our knowing....I had always wanted a golden retriever....(yes Martha, because of Einstein!) Betsy would run and play with him, jump in the leaves, sleep with him....they were best buds. And when wee one came home from the hospital, he would lay beside her while she napped....taking such good care of her. He has grown up with my kids, and I couldn't imagine him not being part of our family. Such a good boy.....

Today Betsy had her all day babysitting again. I actually felt good today, so I spent the day cleaning really well, so that I could enjoy my weekend with no "cleaner's guilt". After I was finished, I took wee one to Michael's for refils on her window art paint. Have you tried this stuff? They come in squeeze bottles and you trace a picture with the "lead" onto a piece of plastic, then when it is dry, you paint it in with the special paint. After it all dries, you peel it off the plastic and stick it to your window. They are adorable! Wee one has made at least 20 since we got home. She loves them....and so do I. It's homemade stained glass. Unfortunately, you can't save them, as they are super sticky. As a matter of fact, I learned the hard way that you can not stick then re-stick. I ruined one of her masterpieces at Easter and still haven't heard the end of it!  After that we went to Books a Million and the grocery store.

Tonight I made hamburgers on the grill, corn on the cob, coleslaw in the bowl, and bought a pie for dessert. Hey, I'm not feeling that good. I didn't have the energy to bake! Let me just say that the Marie Callendar (sp?) chocolate silk pie is wonnnnderful. It really looks like a pie from a bakery. I couldn't finish my piece, as it was too rich. My mom said that she made my birthday cake....pineapple upside down cake....oh man I love that!

Well, this is the last entry I will be writing as a 34 year old woman. I always tell my hubby on the eve of my birthday, "Enjoy it honey, it's the LAST time you will be sleeping with a 3_ year old!" (It darn well better be....)

It's Thursday....isn't it?

I thought I'd post my food pics....since I needed to empty the camera anyway. I want to make a cookbook of sorts, so that when I can't think of anything to make for dinner, I can look back and see some of my past meals. So, bear with me and my food photos....and if you are on a diet....you might want to look away!

I'm on the mend from this cruddy cold....yet I'm still not quite up to par. Dh wants to take the girls and I out for my birthday to the Blue Crab for dinner, so I'm trying to feel better. The girls have wanted to go there since it opened, and especially since dh and I have raved about it....then sneaked off to eat without them....lol. The food is so dang good there. And you get to write on the walls. They have it decorated in a Maine/nautical theme, and they let you write little messages on the walls. You wouldn't believe how many crudely drawn pictures of SpongeBob there are! I love sitting there and reading some of the writings. Newlyweds, out of state vacationers, and my personal favorite in big, bold letters, "I've got crabs!" Lmao....

Wee one spent the night at her friend's house. She just came home to get her bathing suit so they could swim. Not 20 minutes before she came in the door, I picked up her suit and decided to wash it. As I was carrying it to the washer, I thought to myself....as soon as I put this in there, she is going to want it. And, against my better judgment (my mommy senses were tingling), I threw it in. When she came for her suit, it was being agitated (as was I a few minutes later!). She threw a huge fit, saying the backup suit goes "up my butt", and why can't I just take the other one out of the wash. I told her it was soaking wet and she would either wear the backup or not swim. She got mad, stomped into the bathroom and got re-dressed. I, of course, went to the washer, sloshed around in the semi-dirty water, found and wrug out the suit, and presented it to her on her way out. She had a very surprised look on her face....I think she was surprised I gave in. Then she gave me a big hug and kiss and whispered she was sorry and thank you. I am such a wimp sometimes. I think I am going to stick to my guns and make her so something she is not happy about....but then I think in the grand scheme of things, is it really such a big deal? So, now wee one and her friends are having fun in the sun, swimming and playing, and I can go back to my work, knowing my daughter's bottom is "bathingsuit free".

 

I just read something in another journal that really touched my heart. Please go here and follow the instructions to help send blessings to a little boy who desparately needs them. In the grand scheme of things, this is one minute of our lives that we can afford to give to someone else. Thank you, and thanks to Shana for bringing this to our attention!