wigs are fun

The girls had a bit of fun with my Mom's wigs yesterday. It is good to giggle even with hard things like loss of hair from chemo.

It feels good to laugh

I just thought I would let you all know we made it. The girls were wonderful and extremely cute! All the old men and women had to comment on good behavior as we walked by and tell us about their grandchildren. We had a lay over in AZ and we flew out for a final hour before we got to Calif. The girls were so tired of sitting still by this time that they broke out in laughter and did not stop for a full hour. I shushed Alannah several times and she told me "Mom it feels good to laugh". How could I argue? When the plane touched down the giggling had become infectious and several rows behind and in front of us were stifling laughter. Thank God for our kids! They really put life into perspective.

Bad day

Jason and I got up this morning and resolved ourselves to do the dreaded taxes. We have put it off because we knew we would owe. The church takes no taxes out of his check so it leaves us completely on our own and as self-employed. We had money set aside but we had no idea how much we would need to pay. We were in fairly good spirits in the morning when we started. The first mistake was not eating breakfast before the big push. When lunch came around and our tax debt was going up and up in the little box at the top of the computer we were a bit queasy and not that hungry, so we pushed on through. By late afternoon we were entering in our bank info to have the appalling amount withdrawn from the account. We were shocked and snapping at one another every time we came face to face. Jason took off down the stairs to go clean the kitchen. (Something he only does when he is upset!) I stayed in the office to clean the mound of paper work up, and pay a few bills. I went down to grab my paycheck from the kitchen only to find it gone. I asked Jason if he had seen an envelope with my name on it and he grabbed it out of the trash, ripped in half, and wet with coffee grounds. He said it looked like trash. (I did not find this funny) Glaring at him I rushed up stairs to call Savannah's school to find out where her away game was. Angry and in a hurry I jotted down the address and we rushed out the door. (Still no food by the way.) I snapped at Jason for driving to fast and he scowled at me for being bossy. We came to the school 35 miles away with out a wrong turn and I was feeling (although hungry) like maybe our day was looking up and perhaps we could put this ugly tax thing behind us. Jason and I were even starting to act cordial to one another. As we came closer to the kids playing softball we could not find Savannah's team. After wandering around we called the school only to find out that the secretary had given us the wrong school! My head pounded and I wanted to scream. The silence in the car was defining as we headed back twenty miles or so, the other way to the correct school. We made it just in time to watch Savannah bat. The game was over at 7:30 and we were all too ready to eat. We all spent a few minutes arguing over where to eat and finally got to Fazoli's. Not much was said between Jason and I until our way home from the restaurant. We grinned at one another and he said, "Do you feel better? I do!" Yes I did in fact feel much better! We are home now and I feel the object lesson for the day is: Have lots of snacks and sustenance around when doing your taxes.

Busy

Busy busy busy! Sorry it has been a while. My child security system is now up and running and I hope I won't need to work daily! I have a lot of things going around in my head and I am not really at a place to write about them so I will just give you all some updates. Savannah's fundraising is starting to get moving and I am really happy for her. She got all A's and B's on her report card and she is doing really well in softball! We are so proud of her. Judah and Alannah are trucking away and oh so sweet!(Most of the time) I am thrilled with Judah's teacher and she is learning soooo much in school. My mom starts a new kind of chemo soon and we are hopefull the side effects won't be as strong. The family and I are going out to see everyone at the end of the month. I am relieved at this plan and can't wait to hug our family. Things are moving faster than I would like and I am wrestless in spirit. I don't know if I need to slow down or be happy with the pace. My spirit has that burning feeling in it's lungs like I am running, and out of shape. I am ok if I know I am running the race I am supposed to, I just am not totally sure of that right at this second. I am rambling. sorry! I hope all is well with everyone. May your creator bless your day abundantly. On a fun note: Jason and I are going to a dance/ fund-raiser and I got this dress and coat at a vintage store. Fun Fun