My hubby gave to me -
a bright shiny red SUV!
Okay, he didn't. Maybe when gas prices go waaay dowwwwwwn! Gah! I can't believe the prices! It's hard for me not to reminisce when I'm at the pump, thinking back on that little silver Corolla and putting 5 bucks in to last the week! I'm not that old, either. It was like 75 cents a gallon. Before 2001, it took a while for gas prices to climb as astronomically as they are today! Even back in 2001 we weren't even paying 2 bucks a gallon. I remember that July, Dock man was bitching about gas being $1.79. So, doing the math - it took about 13 years for gas to climb a dollar in price. Now, in 7 years, we've jumped nearly $3. This is just sick & twisted. Especially since the oil companies are reporting 36 billion in profit for the first quarter... not mmmillions, bbbbbillions! They are lining their pockets even better now that there's a "crisis". I know I don't read enough stuff or even think enough about politics & the economy, but the way everything is getting out of hand, I just can't understand the why - not at all.
Ahhh...I feel a little better. I am so glad the day camp is done! No more early mornings for me! Yahoo! At least not until school starts again.
I am already not happy with my header & the image decorations - sorry, but I have to change. When it's "right" for me, I won't change it for a very long time. I'm not into the images I used. Can't feel it anymore. I haven't been working much on my bloggy stuff - I'm going start a couple more (ad blog & store blog), but I've been doing so much with the kids. It's like I'm antsy as hell to work on all my "projects". Maybe the next couple of days will give e the time to work on my layouts & pick a name for my store... Another thing I need to work out - Ebay store or Etsy store (along with my blog store). I know not many dropped by to praise my work, but I am confident that I can do this. I keep thinking those are my first ones, so I will get so much better! Plus, not everyone likes the same style stuff. I have to be a little more diverse in style - I can't make what I like all the time. Heh.
I forgot to mention the fit my daughter threw at day camp. Fun. I always talk about how good my kids are when we are "out" anywhere. Most of the time, they really are.
Miss Independent was so very tired after an early morning, a long drive, & a long morning walk, that she couldn't help herself. She wanted someting she couldn't have. First simple, quiet tears & shivering lip. All of the sudden - full blown fit! I had no bedroom to put her in til she calmed down, I couldn't console her (miss independent..), my hell hath glazed eyes weren't working, whipering angrily in her ear wasn't helping & ignoring her made it worse. It was awful! I mostly felt really bad for her because she was being so stubborn I couldn't pick her up and she was. so. tired!. I felt eyes on me thinking, "aren't you gonna do something?" I finally got her to go pee, cause after she started dancing & yelling while fit-ting, "I g o t t t a go peeeee!" I had no choice but to pick her up & feel her wrath. In the bathroom, told her I knew she was tired and me, quite pissed off, I added that she had to cut it out - NOW! What I really wanted to do was put her in bed! She cried during her pee, she wouldn't pull her pants up & we went back out into the play area & she refused to move. I went out to grab our stuff, thinking we could sit in the car for a while & maybe she'd nap. *sigh* I was entirely angry & frustrated.
Along comes this girl, no older than 11. She takes Miss Independent's hand & walks her into the building. I gather my things & go in to see this girl consoling my daughter in such a sweet way, talking to her about being there meant having fun & crying wasn't so much fun! I'd seen this girl all day with 2 younger sisters, so I'm thinking this was something that came rather naturally to her. It was bliss! I was so thankful - what does one who is thankful do besides say thank you? I had no idea. It just felt like it wasn't enough.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
On the second day of summer
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4 comments:
You know now is the time for buying an SUV and let it sit till gas drops. I think they are giving em' away now!
Give that girl a bucket of chicken!! I love the girls that love babies and love to help out. They are blessings in cut off shorts and tank tops.
I like the jewelry. I don't wear jewelry ever. My mom had my ears pierced when I was young and I have not worn earrings pretty much since then. The wedding ring is rarely even on. I don't know how women do it.
Give that girl a bucket of chicken!! I love the girls that love babies and love to help out. They are blessings in cut off shorts and tank tops.
I like the jewelry. I don't wear jewelry ever. My mom had my ears pierced when I was young and I have not worn earrings pretty much since then. The wedding ring is rarely even on. I don't know how women do it.
yep... you got to love those little "angels" in life who turn up right when you need them. Only 11 but exactly what you needed at that time... I agree... get that girl a bucket of chicken!
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