Expecting life to treat you well because you are a good person is like expecting an angry bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian.
-- Shari R. Barr
My funky mood hasn't changed much. My back started acting up a again and I have been taking expired pain pills to ease the pain because I don't want to go to the doctor. The school year is finally winding down. Bailey is done with soccer for the time being. Bailey is also done with show choir and guitar lessons. MacKenzie is done with volleyball for the time being but still has horse back riding lessons on Saturdays. I am hoping we can get her to work for the stable in the summer. I have stopped playing soccer for a while to let my finger heal. I think I tore a tendon and/or ligament a couple of games ago. I'ts still swollen, I can't bend it or wear my wedding ring.
We booted our tenant out of the condo. We were expecting things to be bad when we went in and they were. She gave us back one key that didn't fit any doors. There was crayon all over the walls. She took the curtains from both downstair rooms. A broken window... I could go on and on. Now we get to repaint and carpet, again. We are going to try and sell it for a cheep price to just get rid of it. Anyone want a condo real cheep?
In the midst of my grand funk, there is always something to remind me that life really is good. Last night Bailey and I were finishing her science project and both of us were getting a little stressed with each other. All of a sudden, we saw a bug flying by the window. When we went to investigate, we discovered that it was a dragonfly. Was this God's way of telling me that he hears me, listens to me, takes care of me? What are the odds of a dragonfly coming into my house at 8 o'clock at night? So we got Mack and tried to catch it. We finally netted it and then Mack and I held it. The pictures are not that good, but you get the idea.
With all the negativity in world, I have to keep reminding myself that it is up to our individual selves to stay positive and live life like today may be my last.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Life...
Ever felt like life is just not going your way? Well, that is the way I have been feeling of late. I look forward to the Breast Cancer walk every year. Not only that I walk for a good cause, but I meet up with friends and family. We laugh, we cry and we walk. Well this year, God had other plans for me. First Frank called me on Saturday and said he was being forced in on Sunday so he was not going to be there. I dropped Bailey off at a friends house on Saturday night because she had a soccer tournament and her first game was at 5:30. Since I have made a commitment to church to be there on Saturday evenings, I was going to miss her game. She ended up spending the night because she had another game early on Sunday morning and I was to be walking.
MacKenzie and I got home from dinner with friends on Saturday night about 10:00p. I told her to go to bed because I wanted her to get enough sleep for the morning walk. I stayed up making Watergate Salad for my neighbor whose daughter was celebrating her First Communion. I told her I would make something to help out. I got to be around 11:00pm. Next thing I know, MacKenzie is screaming at me (1:30am). I run to her room to find she had puked all over her bed and floor. It was nasty. God has always blessed me when things like this happen. Frank is usually home to clean it up. I have such a weak stomach that I can't handle situations like this. She had gotten so sick that it was in her hair and clothes. While she jumped into the shower I began the process of cleaning up. It took me two hours to get it done. I had to clean books, shoes, clothes and her mattress and I also did 2 loads of laundry. It had spewed across the room onto the wall. During the cleaning I gagged every coupe of minutes and used a face and nose cover to help.
Needless to say, I did not have the heart to wake her up early and go to the walk. I woke up to late to give my dad a wake up call. He did make it to the walk on time. I called a couple of friends to let them know I was not going to go and I called my cousin Liz to let her know I wasn't going to be there. She tied a ribbon with my mom's name on the dream catcher for me. I cried and sulked for a couple of hours and put myself back together. I met my family at El Pinto for lunch but couldn't stay long since I wanted to go to the remainder of Bailey's soccer tournament.
That ended at 5:00pm. From there we went home and cleaned up to go to the neighbors.
We were back in our house about 6:30. I helped Mack make her bed and get her room put back together. She was worried she was going to find "chunks" somewhere. So we looked and looked until she thought it was safe. Bailey showered and we all tried to wind down. My intention was to be in bed by 9:00pm but Frank's beady eyed little dog had shredded paper all over the house. So I cleaned that up.
Did I get any laundy done? Did I do any cleaning? Did I have time to check messages on the phone? Of course not. All I wanted to do was go to sleep on Sunday. I am hoping that next weekend is not so busy. I would like a day where I can get up and not have to worry about getting kids to their various activites. While I hate to clean, I would like the opportunity to have a bit of time to commit to getting it all done for once. I need to get my garden going. I need to finish painting my bathroom and kitchen. I need to get ready for the yard sale Frank wants to have. Our tenant is moving out, who knows what we need to do there. AAAAHHHHH...
Tuaca, take me away.
MacKenzie and I got home from dinner with friends on Saturday night about 10:00p. I told her to go to bed because I wanted her to get enough sleep for the morning walk. I stayed up making Watergate Salad for my neighbor whose daughter was celebrating her First Communion. I told her I would make something to help out. I got to be around 11:00pm. Next thing I know, MacKenzie is screaming at me (1:30am). I run to her room to find she had puked all over her bed and floor. It was nasty. God has always blessed me when things like this happen. Frank is usually home to clean it up. I have such a weak stomach that I can't handle situations like this. She had gotten so sick that it was in her hair and clothes. While she jumped into the shower I began the process of cleaning up. It took me two hours to get it done. I had to clean books, shoes, clothes and her mattress and I also did 2 loads of laundry. It had spewed across the room onto the wall. During the cleaning I gagged every coupe of minutes and used a face and nose cover to help.
Needless to say, I did not have the heart to wake her up early and go to the walk. I woke up to late to give my dad a wake up call. He did make it to the walk on time. I called a couple of friends to let them know I was not going to go and I called my cousin Liz to let her know I wasn't going to be there. She tied a ribbon with my mom's name on the dream catcher for me. I cried and sulked for a couple of hours and put myself back together. I met my family at El Pinto for lunch but couldn't stay long since I wanted to go to the remainder of Bailey's soccer tournament.
That ended at 5:00pm. From there we went home and cleaned up to go to the neighbors.
We were back in our house about 6:30. I helped Mack make her bed and get her room put back together. She was worried she was going to find "chunks" somewhere. So we looked and looked until she thought it was safe. Bailey showered and we all tried to wind down. My intention was to be in bed by 9:00pm but Frank's beady eyed little dog had shredded paper all over the house. So I cleaned that up.
Did I get any laundy done? Did I do any cleaning? Did I have time to check messages on the phone? Of course not. All I wanted to do was go to sleep on Sunday. I am hoping that next weekend is not so busy. I would like a day where I can get up and not have to worry about getting kids to their various activites. While I hate to clean, I would like the opportunity to have a bit of time to commit to getting it all done for once. I need to get my garden going. I need to finish painting my bathroom and kitchen. I need to get ready for the yard sale Frank wants to have. Our tenant is moving out, who knows what we need to do there. AAAAHHHHH...
Tuaca, take me away.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Bailey's Birthday
Bailey and her friends had a blast at the Climbing Gym. I can't believe my baby is turning 10.
To see a picture up close, just click on the picture and it will enlarge.
To see a picture up close, just click on the picture and it will enlarge.
Friday, March 14, 2008
A New Toy
There is nothing like getting something new...
We finally broke down and got a new stove. The old one had seen better days. Frank would have to lie on the floor to light the pilot light to turn the stove on. So if he was not home, the girls and I would not use the oven. The stove is really cool... it has a middle burner and a warming tray on the bottom. While my first choice of stove was $1000 more than we actually spent, this one is quite nice. Although, there is nothing like getting something new and making all the other appliances in the house look like crap.
Anyway, my good friend Michelle is coming over and helping me give the house a much needed makeover.
We finally broke down and got a new stove. The old one had seen better days. Frank would have to lie on the floor to light the pilot light to turn the stove on. So if he was not home, the girls and I would not use the oven. The stove is really cool... it has a middle burner and a warming tray on the bottom. While my first choice of stove was $1000 more than we actually spent, this one is quite nice. Although, there is nothing like getting something new and making all the other appliances in the house look like crap.
Anyway, my good friend Michelle is coming over and helping me give the house a much needed makeover.
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