alleluia

I was enjoying my Chinese buffet dinner when I heard a loud scratchy voice echoing across the restaurant from the bathroom "alleluia, alleluia. ..." oh yeah it was BooBoo: ) On our way out, Toots so politely hollers "grosious" to the handsome young Asian host.

FASD SERVICE DOG

I'm so excited. Toots has started a dog training class with Riley. I'm hoping he will help her cope better in society. She is doing so well. And a special bonus is that the class is near the grandparents so BooBoo can stay with them while we are in class :)

Big enough

The other night my Buck was trying to get Toots to eat her vegies and he told her that she needed to eat to grow up big. Her wise response, "Well Daddy, you are big - you don't have to eat so much." So true - for me too.

I'm excited. I feel good and ready to take on the day. We sold our camper, so I'm hopeful we will be able to get the boiler fixxed in the Timothy Center. And I get to plan a birthday party and a family vacation. Toot's PCA is able to come with us, so I can get a vacation while on vacation :) I just have to find someone to house sit.

I'm going to try to record Booboo singing. It is a hoot, especially when Toots tries to "help" him.

Buddy only has one night of racing left for the season. He's done well; crashed a few times, won a couple trophes, and met some nice people.

A hard year?

Today I read Claudia's blog about how bad stuff that happens can be summed up in 3 seconds. I'm kinda feeling sorry for myself so I think I'll try it. Now I know that I am incredibly blessed by many things and I am truly grateful and things could have been worse.


My mother-in-law was dead for about 8 min. (similar to my father who was "brain dead" for 1.5 years before he actually died) She survived and is o.k. - even b-sits for me.

Problems with county building inspector in regards to 2 sheds (and we didn't tell him that we were planning on using them as guest cabins either)

Youngest son scoped up and down to check out digestive track. Still don't have a diagnoses.

Husband in emergency room several times.

Boiler broken in Timothy Center.

Daughter in developmental evaluation - I'm a bad parent.

Brother's gorry death televised on national t.v. - repeatedly

Husband had major surgery- followed by a week in Intensive care - the day after brother's memorial service.

Oldest son had wisdom teeth extracted same day as husband's surgery.

Spent 20th wedding anniversary finally burying my brother.

Step niece's house flooded. Looses foster kids for awhile ("they" finally let them come home after they repeatedly ran away from new foster home)

Husband's uncle dies.

Plans for getting our ministry's non-profit status on hold since a major board member dropped out.

Experimenting with daughter's iron for sleep issues.

Husband hospitalized for a week on Christmas.

Brother's house still being cleaned out.

Nephew has major medical issues all spring.

Daughter's X-PCA called social services on us. Apparently, since she was unable to "fix" our family there must be something really wrong so that social services needed to be informed. (I think they were laughing at her report - but they still had to follow up on the call)

Husband under goes another surgery and hospitalization. Turned out good.

Financial problems. Big.

Husband under extreme stress at work.

Big storm. At least 20 trees really damaged. Lots of work.

Planning on closing the Timothy Center for the winter unless we can get the boiler fixed. :(



Well, that about sums up my year. Yep, 3 seconds. It definately could have been worse. But I feel better after whining and I really just want a boring year. The last seven years have been difficult. Hey - maybe I'm in for 7 good years; just opposite of Joseph in Egypt. (Uh O that would bring Toots to 13 years old ........)

bountiful harvest

I've been reading about all the produce that my blogging encouragers have harvested. So, I thought since I can do photos I would show off my gardening talent.

Tree photos... did it work?

Monday blues

It's a beautiful day outside. I hope that I can get out to enjoy it, but I have to drive 65 miles to our credit union this morning. I think I'll stop by the cemeteries as long as I'm close. I left real flowers last week on my brother's grave (sorta a no-no) so I should go exchange them for fake. My mom's b-day was last Sat. so maybe I'll drop off a rose at hers - only real flowers at this cemetery.

I've been thinking allot about our baby that was ripped away from us. She just turned 6 on Friday. I couldn't even bring myself to send a card. She's not my little girl, but she will always be my baby. I didn't give birth to her, but I loved her so much. It is so hard not knowing if she is really o.k. Her real mom doesn't notice any signs of FASD - yet. Did she really luck out? She drank so much the first 6 months she was expecting that she was surprised when the baby appeared beautifully normal. I loved her and would have cared for her anyway. How could she have "changed her mind"? How could she miraculously be able to care for the child. She says all is well. Life goes on.



My sprained foot is feeling much better so I'm going to try to work more on branch removal - big storm last month.