I finally called the doctor today to schedule an appointment. For about a week now, I’ve had pain down my neck and shoulder. I don’t know whether I have a pinch nerve or it’s something else. But my neck feels a little stiff and there is some tingling going on. I’ve had trouble sleeping due to the pain. I can’t handle the pain anymore…!
I wish my doc would recommend that I get a therapeutic massage or get some type of therapy. A couple of years ago, I was going to a chiropractor but honestly, I rather get a massage instead. Although I’ve heard from several people today that acupuncture works wonders. I may even consider that option if nothing else helps. I just need some form of relief without having to take medications.
After work, stiff neck and all, I decided to go get my pictures downloaded to a CD. As I entered the store, I heard an old man in crutches having a loud discussion with the store manager as he was in line at the cash register (he might have been a homeless guy). Because of him, there was a long line of customers waiting to purchase their items. I continued to walk into the store and went over to the photo section to use a Kodak machine so I could purchase my picture CD.
While waiting for my pictures to download, I heard the old man getting closer as his voice got louder and louder and before I could turn around to see what was going on (due to my stiff neck), he got too close to me and literally pushed me hard (with his elbow). So I got pinned between the Kodak machine and the old man. It happened so quickly that I did not have time to react. Lucky for me, nothing happened. I finally turned to see the guy and he was still walking and talking loudly as the store clerk (who was walking him out) turned to me and apologized. Usually when things like that happen, I tend to get nervous, but at that point, I was more worried about my neck.
So how do you spell relief..? I DON’T CARE …! JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!
Monday, June 26, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
you can say it, but can you spell it...?
Conversation between the kids as they were eating pizza:
Beebo: “That’s absurd.”
Deming: “Man, Beebo uses big words everyday.”
Beebo: As they continued with their conversation he blurts out… “sodium chloride!”
Deming’s
friend: “I bet you don’t even know what it means.”
Beebo: “That’s salt!”
Deming’s
Friend: “But can you spell it?”
Beebo: “S-A-L-T”
Everyone laughs!
Beebo: “That’s absurd.”
Deming: “Man, Beebo uses big words everyday.”
Beebo: As they continued with their conversation he blurts out… “sodium chloride!”
Deming’s
friend: “I bet you don’t even know what it means.”
Beebo: “That’s salt!”
Deming’s
Friend: “But can you spell it?”
Beebo: “S-A-L-T”
Everyone laughs!
Friday, June 23, 2006
...
As I am standing waiting for my train, a young pregnant girl (in her late teens or early twenties) comes up to me and says in a low and raspy voice... "Can I ask you a question?" I turn to look at her and she's either not feeling well or she's on some kind of drugs. She says, "Do you have spare change so my baby and I can eat?" For a split second, I felt sorry for her and almost dug into my purse to get some change, but my train was coming and I said to her, "Sorry, I don't have any."
And every day for the past week or so she continues to come up to me (and to everyone else whose standing around) asking for money for food. It's terrible knowing that she uses her pregnancy as part of her trick to get money from people. A couple of times, I've seen an older guy talking to her (he looks like he's part of this little scheme) and she begins her rounds.
Today, for the first time, I felt a mixed emotion of sorrow and disgust. But the one person I truly felt sorry for is the little baby she is carrying inside of her. The young girl was smoking a cigarette as she went around asking for money. So not only is she smoking while she's pregnant, but you know she's a junkie and is using whatever money she gets for drugs.
If you don't care about yourself that's one thing, but then why bring an innocent child into this world? How can you continue what you are doing while being pregnant? The poor little baby is going to come into this world with serious problems and addictions and who knows where it may end up. This baby doesn't deserve this.
It's so sad.. just thinking of how many pregnant girls are out there doing the same not only to themselves but to their babies.
And every day for the past week or so she continues to come up to me (and to everyone else whose standing around) asking for money for food. It's terrible knowing that she uses her pregnancy as part of her trick to get money from people. A couple of times, I've seen an older guy talking to her (he looks like he's part of this little scheme) and she begins her rounds.
Today, for the first time, I felt a mixed emotion of sorrow and disgust. But the one person I truly felt sorry for is the little baby she is carrying inside of her. The young girl was smoking a cigarette as she went around asking for money. So not only is she smoking while she's pregnant, but you know she's a junkie and is using whatever money she gets for drugs.
If you don't care about yourself that's one thing, but then why bring an innocent child into this world? How can you continue what you are doing while being pregnant? The poor little baby is going to come into this world with serious problems and addictions and who knows where it may end up. This baby doesn't deserve this.
It's so sad.. just thinking of how many pregnant girls are out there doing the same not only to themselves but to their babies.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
sun plate...
It's practically the middle of June but the past few days have felt like the beginning of fall. It's been cloudy and cold! Instead of getting out the shorts and tank tops, we've been pulling out our sweaters and jackets! So much for putting the winter clothes away.
What's up with that? Where's the sun?
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
She's come home...!
Yay! We found my pet Coqueta!
The pound had called us yesterday to let us know they had her, but we were out and didn't get the message until last night. My hubby went to pick her up this morning. They found her last Sunday a few blocks down the street.
The kids and I are so happy to see her back and well. Welcome home my baby girl!
The pound had called us yesterday to let us know they had her, but we were out and didn't get the message until last night. My hubby went to pick her up this morning. They found her last Sunday a few blocks down the street.
The kids and I are so happy to see her back and well. Welcome home my baby girl!
Saturday, June 03, 2006
coqueta...where are u?
I’m so sad…!Our pet Coqueta of 14 years is missing! The night before last, I let her out in the yard to pee and when I opened the door to let her back in, she was gone. I called out her name several times, but didn’t see her anywhere.
My kids went out looking for her but soon got late and and they had to come inside to go to bed. We’ve been searching for her ever since and as of yet still haven’t found her. We called the vet’s office and the dog pound in hopes that someone found her and turned her in. No such luck!
She’s not one to run away. I’m beginning to worry about her. I’m hoping she finds her way back home. She’s up there in age and can’t hear very well.
I just hope it’s not too late and something bad has happened to her…!
Coqueta where are you?
Friday, June 02, 2006
how well do you know yourself...?
As I was riding the train on my way home from work, I saw an ad posted for Loyola University, which read:
“Know yourself first
Change the world second.”
It got my attention. It got me thinking. Hmmmmm, know yourself first. How well do I know myself?
Do I really know who I am? I know my limits…at least I think I do. But do I really know them if I haven’t been pushed hard enough? What are my strengths and weaknesses? Questions I hate because I don’t know how to answer them.
Know yourself first… o.k. well, I’m… I… I don’t even know what to say. Every time I try to put it into words… things about me… I draw blanks!
The other day, one of my daughter’s friends asked me, “What did you want to be when you were growing up?” I honesty didn’t know what to say. Did I have dreams and hopes? Did I ever think I would amount to anything? I finally answered, “I wanted to be a flight attendant.” Yeah… I think I wanted to be that. At least it was one my choices.
A long time ago in school, I was given a short questionnaire which contained questions about myself, i.e. what type of career I wanted to have, etc. I knew kids who knew exactly what they wanted to be and where they were headed. I kept going back and forth with my answers as to what I wanted to be and what kind of career I would choose. I couldn’t make up my mind. I didn’t think I could be a professional such as a lawyer or a doctor because I had to deal with people and I wasn’t confident enough to be able to make tough and serious decisions.
I remember answering that I wanted to be an actress/model/dancer. Of course, it was something I knew was not within my reach. I loved to sing but I don’t have the voice for it. I wanted to be a model but I was too short and didn’t have the skinny body. I loved the movies and dancing so I thought I could be an actress and a dancer, and yet, I was too shy and embarrassed to even go onstage.
I was…still am hopeless. If I were to start all over, I still wouldn’t know exactly want I want to be. I could never make up mind… I’m too indecisive. I tend to be embarrassed easily and I have low self-esteem.
Now that the kids are a little older, they seem to pay more attention. I have to be careful… I don’t want my kids to grow up and be like me.
So how can I possibly make a difference… especially in my children’s lives?
Try as I might, my only hope is that I am a good mother to them and that that in itself will make a difference.
“Know yourself first
Change the world second.”
It got my attention. It got me thinking. Hmmmmm, know yourself first. How well do I know myself?
Do I really know who I am? I know my limits…at least I think I do. But do I really know them if I haven’t been pushed hard enough? What are my strengths and weaknesses? Questions I hate because I don’t know how to answer them.
Know yourself first… o.k. well, I’m… I… I don’t even know what to say. Every time I try to put it into words… things about me… I draw blanks!
The other day, one of my daughter’s friends asked me, “What did you want to be when you were growing up?” I honesty didn’t know what to say. Did I have dreams and hopes? Did I ever think I would amount to anything? I finally answered, “I wanted to be a flight attendant.” Yeah… I think I wanted to be that. At least it was one my choices.
A long time ago in school, I was given a short questionnaire which contained questions about myself, i.e. what type of career I wanted to have, etc. I knew kids who knew exactly what they wanted to be and where they were headed. I kept going back and forth with my answers as to what I wanted to be and what kind of career I would choose. I couldn’t make up my mind. I didn’t think I could be a professional such as a lawyer or a doctor because I had to deal with people and I wasn’t confident enough to be able to make tough and serious decisions.
I remember answering that I wanted to be an actress/model/dancer. Of course, it was something I knew was not within my reach. I loved to sing but I don’t have the voice for it. I wanted to be a model but I was too short and didn’t have the skinny body. I loved the movies and dancing so I thought I could be an actress and a dancer, and yet, I was too shy and embarrassed to even go onstage.
I was…still am hopeless. If I were to start all over, I still wouldn’t know exactly want I want to be. I could never make up mind… I’m too indecisive. I tend to be embarrassed easily and I have low self-esteem.
Now that the kids are a little older, they seem to pay more attention. I have to be careful… I don’t want my kids to grow up and be like me.
So how can I possibly make a difference… especially in my children’s lives?
Try as I might, my only hope is that I am a good mother to them and that that in itself will make a difference.
a poem for grandma...
As I was cleaning out a drawer, I came across a poem my daughter wrote a couple of years ago (I assume since it has no date) for her grandma on Grandparents Day.A Poem for Grandma Jean.
by Deming
My grandma is so funny.
Her hair is fluffy like a bunny.
She has brown eyes.
Her eyes are medium size like mine.
She is my dad's mom
She is my mom's mom friend.
It's like friendship never ends.
She has tan skin just like my dad's.
She buys us toys.
So that's my silly dad's mom, buyer of toys, Grandma Jean.
Love,
Deming
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Happy birthday grandma...!
May 30 was my kids great-grandma's birthday. She is 79 years young!My grandma is an amazing woman. Even though she went through tough times in her life (my grandfather died when my mom was 9 years old), she was able to pull through with 8 kids. She had an interesting, hard life, full of experiences. But that only made her a better person. She's funny, doesn't hold back and she tells it like is.
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Happy birthday to my hubby...
May 28.My husband had a good birthday. After a long weekend coaching his softball team. He got the best gift of all... his girls won the Memorial Day weekend tournament. For a coach... that meant a lot to him. He was happy and excited.
We spent the rest of the week cleaning out the yard and finally got to relax a little!
Happy birthday my love... :) !
Memorial Day weekend softball tournament...
My husband's junior traveling team competed in a Memorial Day weekend tournament. They had already played three other games and beat the other teams they played against. This was their fourth and final game. It was the bottom of the 7th inning. They were tied and the other team was last at bat. Our girls had one girl hurt coming home. Everyone was biting their nails and cheering hard for their team.
Our fast pitcher got on the mound ... 1, 2...3, she struck them out! It was nerve wrecking! I cannot imagine what it must be like being in the game itself! Fortunatley, they had to go for another inning to break the tie. Who will win?
It was the top of the 8th inning and our team managed to get three runs in. The fans were cheering and clapping with excitement. Whoo hoo! Go SC!!!
Finally the other team was up and was their last chance at bat to score runs. The pressure was on for our pitcher. Can she do it? Will the other team catch up and beat us?
I heared my husband yell out to our pitcher, "Come on now! Don't give it up... you can do it!" "Just focus... one batter at a time!" The pitcher closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She began to fully focus on each pitch. She was on full concentration mode and she was fast. She was on fire...! She struck the first batter... then the other... and finally the last batter!
Hurray! The crowd went wild! They won the the tournament ... 8-5!
Congrats to SC!
camping...
May 26-28.
My daughter went to her first Girls Scout camping trip.
They went horseback riding, hiking, and swimming at the beach. She got to camp out and enjoy time with her friends.
Amy's b-day...
May 20, 2006.After my daughter's game, we celebrated Amy's birthday by going bowling and later had a sleepover at my sister's house.
Happy birthday Amy!
Congrats to Class of 2006...!
May 20, 2006.
My godchild graduated from HS!
Even though mygodchild and her family have gone through difficult times, she has shown us that she is not willing to give up on herself or her family. She managed to survive HS and has finally made it through this point in her life! She chose the right path... and that was to finish high school and soon, by midsummer, begin college!
Congrats! We wish you well and are very proud of you!
Sunday, May 21, 2006
teenagers...!
I’ve been doing a lot of yelling at my kids lately. They just don’t seem to listen. My son has a tendency to argue with me when asked to do something. “Why do I have to do it?” He asks. “Because I’m asking you,” I reply. To which he begins with a whole slew of arguments as to why he shouldn’t do it. “It’s not my turn… I didn’t do it…it’s not fair.” And he won’t quit until he makes his point. I get exasperated because all I wanted from him was to do what I asked him to do.
My daughter is on the sensitive side but she’s now starting to rebel…she’s 13!!!
She’s had a study guide to complete at least three weeks in advance before her test. The teacher e-mailed me on Thursday informing me her test will be this Monday. I was upset because I know it takes my daughter at least a week of studying to become familiar with her study guide. I told her dad about it and, knowing she wanted to go to her school dance last Friday, he told her she had to completed the study guide by that day or she wouldn’t be able to go. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going to allow her to go to her dance. I wanted to show her that she had to take responsibility and that there are consequences if she didn’t. Am I wrong on this?
I had a talk with her on Thursday and told her that she was going to have to study all weekend for this test. “You have your cousin’s birthday party to go to and it’s a sleepover.” “But since you waited too long to complete and review your study guide, you cannot stay for the sleepover.” She says, “O.k. o.k. I know.” “Alright, I just want to make sure we’re clear on this,” I say. She did complete her study guide by Friday and her dad let her go to her school’s dance. But just because she completed the guide didn’t mean she studied and knows her questions.
Yesterday, morning, she had to go to her friend’s house to finish a school project. She later had to go to her softball game. Once her game was over, we went to her cousin’s birthday party. First, we went bowling and after that we went to my sister’s house where they were going to have the sleepover. When it was getting late, I told my daughter, “Come on, it’s time to go.” “But why?!” “I want to stay,” she moans. “It’s getting late!”
All the cousins said at once, “No. Can’t she stay?! Please! It’s a sleepover!” My sister then says to me, “Why can’t she stay?” “Let her stay.” “I’ll take her in the morning.” I said to her, “No, she can’t stay. She knows what she has to do.” We went back and forth on this (now I know why my son is this way) and my sister was getting upset with me too. “Why do you have to be this way?” “I said I’ll take her in the morning!” But knowing my sister and the kids, they will be up all night and getting up really late. I wanted my daughter to get an early start on her last day of studying. Especially when she has a game scheduled for later today.
I began to feel bad and a little guilty for not letting her stay and wondered if I was doing the right thing. Didn’t we have this discussion already? Somehow I knew this was going to happen.
We eventually left the party. Once we got home, I went upstairs to my daughter’s room to have a talk with her. I was a little upset with her for putting me in that position. I felt like I was being the bad guy here! I began to reminder her of our little discussion that we had earlier and she began to cry. “Why do you have to be that way?” “Why couldn’t I stay?” “I completed the study guide and I studied on Thursday.” “You never let me do anything!”
Should I have let her stay? Was I wrong in not letting her? Am I being unfair to her? She doesn’t get to do anything? Wait a minute here... she did get to go to her school dance and she went to her cousin’s party. Why would she say I don’t let her do anything?
I went to bed upset knowing that this was only the beginning. Wait until she’s in high school…I don’t think I’m ready for this…!
My daughter is on the sensitive side but she’s now starting to rebel…she’s 13!!!
She’s had a study guide to complete at least three weeks in advance before her test. The teacher e-mailed me on Thursday informing me her test will be this Monday. I was upset because I know it takes my daughter at least a week of studying to become familiar with her study guide. I told her dad about it and, knowing she wanted to go to her school dance last Friday, he told her she had to completed the study guide by that day or she wouldn’t be able to go. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going to allow her to go to her dance. I wanted to show her that she had to take responsibility and that there are consequences if she didn’t. Am I wrong on this?
I had a talk with her on Thursday and told her that she was going to have to study all weekend for this test. “You have your cousin’s birthday party to go to and it’s a sleepover.” “But since you waited too long to complete and review your study guide, you cannot stay for the sleepover.” She says, “O.k. o.k. I know.” “Alright, I just want to make sure we’re clear on this,” I say. She did complete her study guide by Friday and her dad let her go to her school’s dance. But just because she completed the guide didn’t mean she studied and knows her questions.
Yesterday, morning, she had to go to her friend’s house to finish a school project. She later had to go to her softball game. Once her game was over, we went to her cousin’s birthday party. First, we went bowling and after that we went to my sister’s house where they were going to have the sleepover. When it was getting late, I told my daughter, “Come on, it’s time to go.” “But why?!” “I want to stay,” she moans. “It’s getting late!”
All the cousins said at once, “No. Can’t she stay?! Please! It’s a sleepover!” My sister then says to me, “Why can’t she stay?” “Let her stay.” “I’ll take her in the morning.” I said to her, “No, she can’t stay. She knows what she has to do.” We went back and forth on this (now I know why my son is this way) and my sister was getting upset with me too. “Why do you have to be this way?” “I said I’ll take her in the morning!” But knowing my sister and the kids, they will be up all night and getting up really late. I wanted my daughter to get an early start on her last day of studying. Especially when she has a game scheduled for later today.
I began to feel bad and a little guilty for not letting her stay and wondered if I was doing the right thing. Didn’t we have this discussion already? Somehow I knew this was going to happen.
We eventually left the party. Once we got home, I went upstairs to my daughter’s room to have a talk with her. I was a little upset with her for putting me in that position. I felt like I was being the bad guy here! I began to reminder her of our little discussion that we had earlier and she began to cry. “Why do you have to be that way?” “Why couldn’t I stay?” “I completed the study guide and I studied on Thursday.” “You never let me do anything!”
Should I have let her stay? Was I wrong in not letting her? Am I being unfair to her? She doesn’t get to do anything? Wait a minute here... she did get to go to her school dance and she went to her cousin’s party. Why would she say I don’t let her do anything?
I went to bed upset knowing that this was only the beginning. Wait until she’s in high school…I don’t think I’m ready for this…!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The challenge...
I went to the doctor this afternoon to get a physical.
The major concern…I’m overweight! I got on that scale and I almost died! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Was the scale broken? Would it help if I took off all my clothes? I knew the numbers flashing at me were correct…after all, it was a digital scale. OMG! Is that really how much I weigh? How could I have let this happen to me?!!!
I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and have a tendency of eating when I’m stressed even when I’m not hungry. I know this is bad but I still do it! Why? I have no idea.
My brain talks to me and tries to reason with me. It even tries to put some fear in me but my mouth and stomach tell me a different story. It’s like the angel and the devil on my shoulders.
The Angel: “No, don’t eat it. You’re just doing it because you’re stressed. Walk away, you don’t need it!”
The Devil whispering in my ear: “Doesn’t it look good? I bet it tastes soooo good. Come on, I know you want to try it. Just take one bite that’s all. Mmmm…just one bite… go on, it’s not going to hurt you.”
So guess who wins? I keep thinking to myself, “No, I don’t need it, I shouldn’t.” as I take a bite. “No, I must stop,” as I continue to take another. And the next thing I know, I’m eating away. My problem…I can’t just have one bite. The minute I have a taste (especially if it’s good), I can’t seem to stop myself. I keep going… and going… like the energizer bunny.
As I’m speaking with my doc, I tell her, “I have no will power, and I’m starting to consider taking diet pills or… and before I even finished my sentence she turns to me says, “It might seem like an easy way to do it, but there is no easy way. Best thing to do is exercise and follow it with good well-balanced meals.”
My doctor asked me, “How much weight would like to lose?” I wanted to say 60 pounds but only thought to myself. Of course, I had to be more realistic. “I would definitely like to lose between 30-40 lbs.” She looked at me and said, “You can do it.” “Just cut back on the breads and pastas. Reduce your sugar intake and avoid drinking sweet juices or sodas and I assure you, if you do, you will lose those pounds!”
Sounds easy, right? Yeah, right! It’s going to be tough not eating what I love…mmmmmm breads, muffins, bagels, sweet rolls and donuts! How can I fight the temptation and say “no” to them. Especially, when at work there is always someone bringing them in the morning. When someone offers me a muffin or donut (even if my mind is yelling out “No, don’t take it!”), my hand immediately goes for the muffin…I just can’t seem to refuse!
I have to put my foot down!
I’m setting a goal for myself to losing 40 pounds within the next 6-8 months;
I will make an effort to walk more (at least 30 minutes a day);
I will exercise at least three times a week (at least an hour of exercise); and
I will try to reduce my food intake and avoid the fatty and fast foods.
I know it’s going to be a great challenge… let’s see how and if… I CAN DO THIS!!!
And it begins right here… right now…with me getting off this computer and getting my BIG BUTT off this chair!
The major concern…I’m overweight! I got on that scale and I almost died! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Was the scale broken? Would it help if I took off all my clothes? I knew the numbers flashing at me were correct…after all, it was a digital scale. OMG! Is that really how much I weigh? How could I have let this happen to me?!!!
I’ve been under a lot of stress lately and have a tendency of eating when I’m stressed even when I’m not hungry. I know this is bad but I still do it! Why? I have no idea.
My brain talks to me and tries to reason with me. It even tries to put some fear in me but my mouth and stomach tell me a different story. It’s like the angel and the devil on my shoulders.
The Angel: “No, don’t eat it. You’re just doing it because you’re stressed. Walk away, you don’t need it!”
The Devil whispering in my ear: “Doesn’t it look good? I bet it tastes soooo good. Come on, I know you want to try it. Just take one bite that’s all. Mmmm…just one bite… go on, it’s not going to hurt you.”
So guess who wins? I keep thinking to myself, “No, I don’t need it, I shouldn’t.” as I take a bite. “No, I must stop,” as I continue to take another. And the next thing I know, I’m eating away. My problem…I can’t just have one bite. The minute I have a taste (especially if it’s good), I can’t seem to stop myself. I keep going… and going… like the energizer bunny.
As I’m speaking with my doc, I tell her, “I have no will power, and I’m starting to consider taking diet pills or… and before I even finished my sentence she turns to me says, “It might seem like an easy way to do it, but there is no easy way. Best thing to do is exercise and follow it with good well-balanced meals.”
My doctor asked me, “How much weight would like to lose?” I wanted to say 60 pounds but only thought to myself. Of course, I had to be more realistic. “I would definitely like to lose between 30-40 lbs.” She looked at me and said, “You can do it.” “Just cut back on the breads and pastas. Reduce your sugar intake and avoid drinking sweet juices or sodas and I assure you, if you do, you will lose those pounds!”
Sounds easy, right? Yeah, right! It’s going to be tough not eating what I love…mmmmmm breads, muffins, bagels, sweet rolls and donuts! How can I fight the temptation and say “no” to them. Especially, when at work there is always someone bringing them in the morning. When someone offers me a muffin or donut (even if my mind is yelling out “No, don’t take it!”), my hand immediately goes for the muffin…I just can’t seem to refuse!
I have to put my foot down!
I’m setting a goal for myself to losing 40 pounds within the next 6-8 months;
I will make an effort to walk more (at least 30 minutes a day);
I will exercise at least three times a week (at least an hour of exercise); and
I will try to reduce my food intake and avoid the fatty and fast foods.
I know it’s going to be a great challenge… let’s see how and if… I CAN DO THIS!!!
And it begins right here… right now…with me getting off this computer and getting my BIG BUTT off this chair!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
...
I’ve been very busy with the kids in baseball/softball. They’ve been having a game almost every day. They had actually scheduled a game on Mother’s Day but luckily it got canceled.
The thing I’m most proud of is that I’ve been doing a lot of driving. If you know me…I don’t drive. I HATE DRIVING! I’M SCARED OF DRIVING! But lately, I have no other choice. My husband has his own softball team he’s carrying, my daughter is in another and my son is in another baseball team. I’m still nervous about driving. Slowly but surely I’m getting a little more confident behind the wheel.
I often wonder…why me? Why can’t I be more like everyone else? Why is it difficult for me to get behind the wheel? This is so stupid! I see young kids and little old ladies driving. So why can’t I? There are times when I actually cry over it, and many more times when I’ve fought with my hubby over this. But when I think of my kids, I’m doing this for them. If they only knew the pain and suffering I go through everyday!
Today, I had to drive my son to the field for his game. After dropping him off, I had to drive my daughter to her practice/meeting at another field and stayed there until they were finished. I then had to drive back to my son’s game and got to watch one inning. It was the last inning and they were 5-5, one out and my son was up to bat. He had two strikes on him and on in his last attempt to bat, he hit a line drive past first base. He ran to first, continued running to second, then to third. As he was running he slid to third base and tore his pant pocket. Everyone was screaming and cheering for my son. He had a proud look on his face.
All we needed was one run to win the game and since they were last at bat. Unfortunately, the other two batters struck out and the game was tied. It was a great inning and a good game against a team that last time slaughtered them. My son’s team is tough and never gave up!
I was glad when the game was over because my main concern was getting home safely. Ay, ya yay! What am I going to do?
The thing I’m most proud of is that I’ve been doing a lot of driving. If you know me…I don’t drive. I HATE DRIVING! I’M SCARED OF DRIVING! But lately, I have no other choice. My husband has his own softball team he’s carrying, my daughter is in another and my son is in another baseball team. I’m still nervous about driving. Slowly but surely I’m getting a little more confident behind the wheel.
I often wonder…why me? Why can’t I be more like everyone else? Why is it difficult for me to get behind the wheel? This is so stupid! I see young kids and little old ladies driving. So why can’t I? There are times when I actually cry over it, and many more times when I’ve fought with my hubby over this. But when I think of my kids, I’m doing this for them. If they only knew the pain and suffering I go through everyday!
Today, I had to drive my son to the field for his game. After dropping him off, I had to drive my daughter to her practice/meeting at another field and stayed there until they were finished. I then had to drive back to my son’s game and got to watch one inning. It was the last inning and they were 5-5, one out and my son was up to bat. He had two strikes on him and on in his last attempt to bat, he hit a line drive past first base. He ran to first, continued running to second, then to third. As he was running he slid to third base and tore his pant pocket. Everyone was screaming and cheering for my son. He had a proud look on his face.
All we needed was one run to win the game and since they were last at bat. Unfortunately, the other two batters struck out and the game was tied. It was a great inning and a good game against a team that last time slaughtered them. My son’s team is tough and never gave up!
I was glad when the game was over because my main concern was getting home safely. Ay, ya yay! What am I going to do?
Monday, May 15, 2006
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