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Woke up to a rainy,cold, yucky day.... Yes, I'm very thankful for the rain, as we have been in a really bad drought for a loooonnngggg time now. Still..... The cold is what hurt I guess. After almost 80 degrees yesterday. We got up and went to the local flea market to buy some avon and vaccum cleaner bags. Cheaper than anywhere else and I buy enough to last half a year. I dont like going to this flea market after say about 9 am because it gets very smoky from people smoking there. I am allergic to the smoke and it greatly bothers me... On the way back home we found a book store that had just opened. An independant one selling used books. We love book stores...antique stores,...... They also take books and give you store credit. We browsed, then headed home. Once there, my husband proceeds to attack the book shelves in a search for unwanted books to take back to the new store we found. He got a bag full. Anyway, I had to be at work at 1, so he took me and went in to browse some. I work at a major retail bookstore. I was put on a register by myself today, well, in between two seasoned cashiers. I didn't do too bad... Yes, I made some booboos but all in all I thought I did pretty good! Just my feet and back are killing me from standing all day! I did get a 30 minute break and I got off at 6. Still, I DO NOT want to work on Saturdays! Or Sundays for that matter. I like a Mon-Fri job, since I'm just part time anyway. I only took this job because we need to get caught up on some overdue bills and pay for daughters braces, among other things. Have a son in college too. Need to help him out as much as possible... Anyway, nothing will be like my last job at the Coffee Corner was. I could get as much time off as I needed, basically tell when I could work. There were only a handful of us that worked there anyway. It was small and intimate. We got to know our customers as they came every day, and shared their lives with us, and we them. I made some good friends there. It was a Christian place and the atmosphere was wonderful to be in. My friend owned it for almost 2 and 1/2 years. I worked for 1 and 1/2 years there. It became a lot for her. The taxes with having employees kills small businesses like hers. And the rent was outrageous too. She did good for awhile, then the costs began to tax her and her own money. She had to get out so she sold it. The new owners kept it for 5 months and kept us too. Then they sold it and those new owners kicked us out, and now the place is empty. The third owners never did anything with it. Sigh.... wish I could've bought it and run it myself. With no employees to pay,I could have done it I think. Just would've taken an initial investment of say 10 grand?? And who has that?? Not I!! Anyway, I'll never have a job like that again. Occasionally I would work a Saturday, but she closed the place on Sundays so we could all go to church. We all attend the same church too. It was family, and cozy. I miss it a lot. I had planned on quitting in Dec. if it had stayed open, just because of the new owners changing everything, the hours and such. Of course it quit being Christian owned after they acquired it. We lost some of our regulars when it changed owners but the die hard ones stayed. Thing is, I've never worked a retail job per say, not at a major retailer. Years before my children were born, I worked at a church daycare. I was there for 7 years and quit when I was about to give birth to my first born in '88. Then I was a SAHM and had another child in 1991. While my children were small, I kept several other children in the home to make some money. Then when my youngest was 4, she went to preschool and my oldest started Kindergarten at the church school. I went to work in the cafeteria there. I got off at 2 as the kids were getting out of school. It was perfect. I quit there when my oldest got out of second grade, and my youngest had just finished kindergarten. We started Homeschooling then. We did that for 5 years. I enjoyed my time with them, and we did a lot of field trips and such with the local homeschooling group. Both kids got involved with extracurricular activities such as swim team,softball,and baseball with little league. My daughter got involved with pop warner cheering too. That was fun. Her last year of Pop Warner her squad made it to Nationals, which Pop Warner holds in Orlando,Fla. That was something else to experience and it lit a cheering bug under my daughter. They went into public school for the first time during middle school and seemed to do great. Both of them flourished. They both can relate to all different ages and such due to their background in homeschooling and then public school. I am proud of them both. They have accomplished much. Not too much deterred them, except maybe MATH! lol and I hate math too, so I can't really blame them! Just they had to have 4 years to graduate! My son squeaked by barely and now my daughter is doing the same thing! I only had to have 2 years of math to graduate and I took Pre-Algebra for those 2 years! Hah... My husband and I neither one could do High school now. It has changed... My son got involved with Drama while in high school and now he is in college about to major in some aspect of it...acting,producing,teaching, some form of it. He was wonderful in high school during all the plays he was in. He even got a big part his first year as a freshman. That was hard to do in high school. His teacher saw something in him and took a chance on him, and BOOM...now look at him go!!! We love to see anything that he is involved with. We have supported both our kids in whatever they chose to do. We were there for them. Goodness, there was a lot! Some I have mentioned before but I want to list them all now, I want to see how extensive it is!:
Scouting,baseball,softball,cheering,swim team,gymnastics,ballet classes, dance classes,parades,competitions,music lessons,band,Pokemon!(LOL), clubs, Drama,church,youth group,outings,.... whew! And on it goes! LOL I can't think of much more but I know its there! Anyway, that proves my point, they did a lot and we were there for them! We had crazy schedules, but we made it work. Sometimes one parent went with one child and the other parent with the other child! It was a whirlwind sometimes,but it was fun.... I miss it and I miss them being little.Just like Trace Adkins song:
Then They Do
In the early rush of morning
Trying to get the kids to school
One's hanging on my shirttail
Another's locked up
In her room
And I'm yelling up the stairs
Stop worrying 'bout your hair
You look fine
Then they're fightin' in the backseat
I'm playing referee
Now someone's gotta go
The moment that we leave
And everybody's late
I swear that I can't wait
'Till they grow up
(Chorus) Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams
They dreamed of
To come true
Then they do
Now the youngest is starting college
She'll be leavin' in the Fall
And Brianna's latest boyfriend
Called to ask if we could talk
And I got the impression
That he's about to pop the question any day
I look over at their pictures
Sittin' in their frames
I see them as babies
I guess that'll never change
You pray all their lives
That someday they will find happiness
(Chorus)
Makes me cry everytime I hear it. And oh, how so true! Don't wish your kids were grown, you will miss them!
I remember a couple of years ago an incident that I interrupted at Walmart. I usually don't say things to parents with their kids but this day I got angry at the mom. She was jerking her small child and telling him to quit it. Then she jerked him a good one and almost shouted,"I'll be so ***&& glad when you are grown!" I turned to her and said," No, you won't. They grow too fast and you'll regret ever saying that to him." then I just walked off. She was shocked that I said anything, and I hope it sunk in too...
"You pray all their lives
That someday they will find happiness"
This line is also so true. As a parent, you pray, you begin to pray when they are little, that somewhere out in this vast, mean, world, that if the Lord tarries, HE will bring your child a wonderful Christian partner. Someone who is kind, and who has been Saved. Someone who has accepted Christ with their all, and will love your child deeply and honor them. For your son you want an obedient wife that respects him as the head of the household and becomes his helpmate,loving him deeply. For your daughter you want a loving,kind man who will guide,help,and love her deeply. Both becoming helpmates and loving the Lord.They need to pray about everything.... It is not easy in these days and times for our children. Satan has thrown a lot of traps out there for them. We can rasie them and give them to the Lord, but they ultimately must decide. My son was saved when he was 5, as well as my daughter. It was a sweet time with both of them. I have watched them through the years and seen them doing right, and some wrong, but they always find their roots, and come to Christ.
Proverbs 22:6 (KJV)
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Well, I wrote way more than I intended too, but it was good. I had a lot to say, and more to say still... It is therapy to write. You can always go back and see how you've changed and what you need to do to change.
Well, signing out for the night.
Good night.... A little prayer I learned while a small child:
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Bless this bed I lay upon
Four corners to my bed
Four angels round my head
One to sleep
One to pray
and two to watch until the day. Amen
This prayer doesn't mean anything much to me anymore, not since I became a Christian when I was 17.
I'll leave you hanging here. I'll pick up my story whenever I sign back in..... More to come!
So, I was going about my day. I had finally stopped procrastanting (sp?) and got off of chat, neopets, mindsay, and a few other sites and got busy.
I finally finished dejunking my room. And while cleaning out my closet, I found one bat, one 12 inch softball and one 11 inch softball, my first catching pud, my last pair of highschool softball cleats, six batting gloves, one lefty mitt, and an equipment bag. With a suprise!:O I always wondered where that dayum box of condoms in my senior year had gone too! Now I know! At the bottom of my softball equipment bag!:D Looks like my mom only took the main equipment bag of my softball gear and handed over to my diabetic counselor. I put all the gear in the bag and it is sitting next to the mudporch door so I can hand it over to my mom's to give to my diabetic counselor. Once I meet my goals, THEN I can have all my gear back!
I changed my bed sheets (the bi weekly changing!:D), rounded up Randy's and my dirty laundry, put away clothes and had just gone down stairs to start a load of laundry when I got the phone call from the school!
Secratary: "Jackie? Can you come up to the school? DeLaney smashed her fingers into the class room door somehow!"
Me: "Dayum! Is she bleeding? Can she bend her fingers at all?"
Secratary: "No blood, but lots of swelling and discoloration. Hold on let me see if she can bend her fingers. It is on the first knuckles that got it. She can bend all her first knuckles with out pain but her left ring finger."
Me: "Dayumit all to hell! Okay, let me get dressed, call the doc's office to see what they want to do and I will be up."
I got dressed (it was cleaning/lounge day so I took the kids in my jam jams and was still in them!), put a call into the doc's office, called my mom and asked if she could look at the finger before I decieded to drive to the city with DeLaney. And got on the road.
Luckly by the time I got there, (they were icing the finger down) the swealing had gone way down and according to the Mission Secratary not the school Secratary, the discoloration had gone from angry deep purple down to a angry pink color. She still couldn't bend that left ring finger though and she had a good size dent in the finger with a bit of dried blood but nothing major. I signed her out of school and we headed down to the Tribal Clinic so Granny could take a look at her finger for me.
I didn't think it was broke but I wasn't taking any chances. My mom agreed with me that she didn't think it was broke but suggested I take her up to the doctor anyway. I again called the doctors office to let them know we were coming up, stopped back at the school and signed Coltin out. (Randy is on the road, my mom didn't get off of work till 6 this evening, and yay not really an emerency so my dad wasn't going to go pick my boy up for me!)
We were right. It isn't broke just badly brused. Doctor didn't even order xrays but we are going to buddy wrap the left ring finger to her tall man finger for a week. If her nail turns black or if she complains that she can't move it at all, then we are to take her back up to get the nail taken off and then get some xrays. The doc did clean out the dent and put a small gauze wrap around that and suggested we keep that on for about 3 or 4 days so it doesn't get infected.
What a day.
I treated the kids to what Randy calls "Dog Food" aka McDonald's for an early supper. When we got home, I dosed DeLaney up with some Motrin and made her ice down her fingers again. Then we went about our afternoon/evening chores.
I did manage to get a few more loads of laundry done, fiddled with my sewing machine (it is acting up) and managed to get one panel of a set of bottom curtains done for my kitchen.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that we have no more incidents of injuries at school this year. DeLaney is really worried about testing now for our next taekwondo rank. We have a couple of finger tip punchies that we have in our form and have to demenstrate on the bags. I told her not to worry if her fingers are still hurting when it comes time for testing we will let Mr. Johnson know that she can't punch with her left hand and he would understand. He is allowing mommy to forgo the jump kicks and take steps instead so I dont' injure my knee.
She seemed okay with that.
Now I am off to procrstanate some more.
Ever wonder if your an idiot or not? Well I don't have to wonder anymore! I am an idiot! Two years since I have played ball, have bad knees with my right knee in a bad need of being total reconstructed, six months into being recently dignoised with Type 2 diabetes and what do I do? I slide into 3rd base and tore up my thigh!
Pretty isn't it! I am actually quite proud of that scrap or what ever you call it! I hit a line drive right down the middle of left and rover that hit the fence. Would have been nice if I had a base coach to tell me to run from second or third though! I am one of these folks that just run! I almost made it but rover on the other team had an arm and the third basemen just tagged my toe before I hit the base!
We lost both games but thankfuly my friend Cindy's dad is the coach and a back up player like her mom and he tells those who think they are going to be die hard about it to get over it and we are out there to have fun! They make fun of me cause I go out to catch with a cig in my mouth and I go up to bat with a cig in my mouth. I took my medicine on the way up so I couldn't have a beer but I still shouldn't have taken it!
I am glad I informed Cindy and her sister Shannon who also played that I was diabetic and I wasn't sure what playing softball would do to me. My body is use to the taekowndo and walking so my sugars don't fluxate when I do those things but I wasn't sure what they would do playing ball.
The first game I subbed and was a hitter. My knees swelled and were hurting but not so bad. The second game I caught and hit. That is when I got my hits and had to run the bases. I came home twice and tagged out once and the fourth time I was benched because between my knees and tearing up my thigh; another highschool classmate ran to the concession stand for me to grab me a candy bar. I started shaking and going woosy but I ended up having to hit because one of the back up wives that subbed in for me got out of batting order, I jacked it right at the second baseman and he threw me out. Nobody held it against me. Well one of the other highschool classmates of mine tried to get onery but my brother's highschool classmate that was pitching told her off and she went home early.
After the games, they asked me if I wanted to go to one of the all night reasturants but I thought it was best that I got the kids home to bed. Primo (the pitcher) and his wife followed me home to make sure I didn't have an accident because my sugars dropped so low and even after the candy bar they were low. It really wasn't out of their way instead of taking one highway home they just followed me and made a circle back to their hiway by 5 miles.
The first picture is of the purty scrap before a bath.
The second picture is of it all cleaned up after soaking for about a half hour. Sorry for an almost ass shot! That is what you get with an 8 year old taking the pictures!
I made my girl stay up to take the pictures and help me banage it up. I ended up taking a couple of my pain pills for my gallbladder because hell even sitting hurts! I took my sugars again and ended up having to eat the rest of my steak from last night and drinking another soda.
I am such an idiot! I am a 30 year old woman who is going to have to realize my body gave up on me over 3 years ago! Or I am just going to have to get my knee done and work my way back up from walking to running. If I play anymore ball I am going to have to cut the sliding out!
Yo. hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii its me :o kasy? yeeeh course who else wud it beeee rama lama bang bang flash bang bingg banggggg ping ponggg ting tonggggg or somin like thatttttt unzip my bodi rip my heart outtttt '-' sooooo this weekend wasssssssssss FUN.. :| yeh.. sure so thurs n fri i had games n i got to catch more u no cus taylor was gonnna b gone this weekenddd for one day.. alright so im playin more etc n fridayy my sister overheard taylors gran n mom tlkin.. her gran asked why she wasnt catchin.. nn her mom said becus they're gettin me readi to catch for the weekend cus taylor wont b there.. as if to say.. kasy's backup.. like wtf? godddd that pissed me off like no other blah.. stupid assholes -.- but i caught the first game n we won 14-0.. then the second game taylor was back n what happened? i got sat out.. the ENTIRE game.. n we won 10-0.. blah.. assholes.. then my coach tlks to my gran n says that he wants me in the outfield cus i cn catch.. god damnit ima catcher for fucks sake -.- not an outfielder.. *mumbles* then the next day.. i start out rite? in the outfield.. and what happens.. what what???????? u guessed it.. i got sat out in the middle of the game..... stupid sons of bitchessssssssssssssssss grrrrrr.. n we won 4-2.. it was so hot n humid that day.. horrible.. then we had foreverr till we played again.. n we went round shoppin n stuff which was boring too lol my friend kesha went along so it wasnt as bad.. but wen we got bk i went to warm up before our game and u know what happend?... Cherish.. another pitcher who thinks her shit don't stink wants to warm bri up, our main pitcher.. cus cherish used to b a catcher.. n kirk, our coach, tells her to get some equip ya no.. n she comes bk wearin my catchers helmet n shin guards.. god that pissed me off.. i mean my bro bought that for me it wasnt for ne one to use -.-.. dumb bitch.. but yeh.. after we warmed up again i went over behind the dug out we was gonna av n kirk came up to me n said i was playin first base.. n the reason for me sittin on the bench so much was becus i played a lot thurs n fri.. WHAT THE FUCK??????????? THEY put me in so i could PRACTICE and then he goes and uses it against me?? godddddddddddddddddddddd gah.. i hate em -.-.. we lost that game.. 6-1... we played adams.. very good team :\ n we sucked it up ne way.. plus bri was sick n the ump had a shitty strike zone.. but yeh we got third place in the tourny.. n now i have nothinnnn for the week cept prac on thurssss so i get lotsa time wi lauraaaaa aww each day this weekend i came homee n slept wi her a lil n then tlked to her till 3am n stufff awww heh was great :) n after readin her mindsay i told her how i felt n stuff.. n we both feel the same .. she wants me to goto college ere but i dunno still.. im so blah.. i jus wanna b wi her.. i think if we visited n stuff itd b easier for me to decide.. mite not b so hard if my mom wasnt so against us too.. i cnt even let my mom know im with her.. i feel so horrible having to hide it.. i hate it.. but its the onli way i cn be wi her :\ tears me up wen i cnt speak bout her in the way i feel.. i feel odd tlkin bout her too .. cus i hid it from my mom that i even spoke to her again :\ i avoid it wi my mom.. i tlk bout her to my sis thou blahhhhh ne wayyy i think thats about alll shes at her grans tonite.. meh i miss her.. :\ but its cus i went swimmin so yeh ill see her soon thouuuu but thats all for meeeeeeeeee wooooooooossssshhhhhh
~Kasy
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