Precious Time

My vacation ends tomorrow. It was a restful, calm, enjoyable time off. I wish it didn't have to end!
I was able to spend some extra time with my daughter this past week, and I loved every minute of it!

The stretches between my mom's hospitalizations are becoming longer. My oldest sister and father told me she was dying and discussed hospice care. I rejected their opinions and held fast that she was NOT dying, that she just needed time to recooperate from major surgery and that once she recouped from surgery her heart would then begin to strengthen. Time will tell. ( I love you mom)

Today I will do a couple loads of laundry, pay a few bills and spend some more time with my daughter. Maybe i'll take her out to lunch and to the book store. I love my litle girl. She's growing up,and I kind of feel precious time slipping away. So I will spend time with her today.

Yesterday one of my neighbors shot and killed his wife, daughter, daughters boyfriend and the family dog.
He had an arsenal of weapons strategically placed around the house ready to go to war with the police.
I am deeply saddened by the events.
His daughter was a senior in high school. She went to school everyday and then to work at Mc'Donalds. She was focused, stayed away from drugs and partying. She was a shy, sweet, young, woman with a whole life to live ahead of her. (or so it seemed)
Her boyfriend was a member of the academic team in high school. I didn't know him, but my heart goes out to his family. His only crime was in being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
I watch as my children and some of their friends try to make sense of this senseless tragedy. I try to make sense of it but cannot. I just shake my head, and pull my kids in a little tighter, and hug them, and love them and pray for God to keep them safe in this crazy world in which we live.

oh joy

I'm on vacation the rest of the week. It's a much needed vacation. Today I will spend the day shopping and going out for lunch with my sweet, beautiful, daughter. I'm looking forward to her company. She's 13 and it seems she wants to spend much of her free time with her bestfriend. I miss spending time with her. She makes me smile.

Christmas was nice. I spent the day with my children, boyfriend, sisters and their families and my parents. I'm glad it's over. :o)

I had a 1600.00 dollar shortage in my escrow. I paid the shortage and the bank will make adjustments in my monthly payment. Don't ever refinance with a mortgage company. They lie, they cheat, they suck.

I also had an 800.00 dollar error in my checking account. I think it's the banks error, but i'm not sure. I will spend hours looking over old bank statements. (oh joy)

That's all for now.

Christmas Concert

Went to my daughters Christmas concert tonight. I enjoyed it. She plays the Clarinet.
She looked beautiful, and the music was lovely. I'm very proud of her!

Where Did The Fun Go?

My life has become a great big bore.
I work, I clean, I pay bills, I run the kids here and there....
A few years ago I was playing on a softball team, taking dance, going out
with girlfriends....I was having fun. I felt alive back then, I felt young,energetic, and I was happy because I was having fun. When did I stop having fun?
I want those days back........

Oh Shitty Day

Woke up yesterday morning to the sound of the kitchen door closing. My boyfriend had left for work without so much as a "goodbye." I felt like crying. I thought to myself I was probably PMS evident by my over reaction to his not saying/kissing me goodbye and by the eruption of mount saint helen on my chin. I also had a pounding headache, no motrin in the house, and so I thought to go ahead and start getting cleaned up for work and stop for motrin on my way to work.
I get to the gas station, pump 20 bucks of gas, grab an orange juice for my daughter, a honey bun and milk for my son and some motrin for me. Get to the register to pay, and the darn machine could not read my debit card because there is a crack in my card. My only other source of payment was a check..."we don't accept checks." The lady tells me I have 1 hour to bring them their money or they would call the police and report me as "a drive away" I've been coming to this gas station atleast twice a week for 16 or 17 years, WTF! The bank wouldn't be open for another 2 hours. So I drive to work singing Bad Boys, Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you.......
I called my non kiss me goodbye boyfriend and he took care of the gas station problem. (He has redeemed himself for not kissing me goodbye.)
At the end of the work day i get a call from my son...."mom we have to go to the emergency room. I think my hand is broken. It's pretty swollen and looks really deformed." I get home and see water flowing out of the bathroom. The toilet is running and pumping water on to the floor. I fix the freaking toilet, and clean up the flood...... take my son to the ER, and the punishment for getting injured, or being ill is sitting in a room full of in bred looking folks, for what feels like hours on end. The good news being his hand isn't fractured.
I wake this morning to my wonderful boyfriend giving me a sweet, tender kiss on my left cheek, and telling me to have a nice day.
It really does pay to start the day off right.