Halleluia - it is Friday!

8/20/2004 11:10:00 PM Edit This 0 Comments »
I wish all week long for this day. I start Monday morning about 6:00am (okay, 6:30 after I hit this snooze a few times) longing for Friday at 4:30. I'm wishing my life away, I know, but I can't seem to help it. I did get a bonus today for a life policy and a group policy I sold. So that was good. I made up some of my time for having to take off to go to the ER with Sam when he fell at Tumbledrum. It made for a long day, though.

I took Sam to Meemaw's house this morning. He wanted to hang out with them today. I am also helping mom out with her wound, being like home health care. I was worried I wouldn't be able to do it at first but I learned alot about myself during the week mom and I were bedbound in the hospital. I'm not as weak stomached as I thought. When the necessity calls for it, I apparently do pretty good. And I think I've realized my true calling is to be a nurse, actually it always has been. That is all I wanted to do during my teenage years and then I just decided I didn't want to do that anymore. I heard mom say she thought it was because of Jessie and that her death kind of dashed my dreams. She thinks I decided if the medical profession couldn't help her, I wanted nothing to do with it. I have been wondering ever since if maybe my mom is right. Jessie's death took alot out of me, so why not that too? It's been 16 years. I was only 12 when she was born, 17 when she died. I also think I felt like I never had a right to voice just how much her death affected me because if it was that hard on me, I could not even fathom how hard it was on Stef. My God, it would've killed me. Stef is my sister, Jessie was her daughter, my niece.

Lizzie comes home tomorrow. I can't wait. I think I'll be able to sleep again once all my babies are back in the nest. I did get an anonymous comment on my problem with her being homesick and I think my anonymous commenter is right. The grandparents need to come here to visit Lizzie instead of making her miserable by her having to go there. And they are very understanding people and they care so much for Sam and Lizzie that I'm sure they will be more than happy to comply with that. So - whoever you are, anonymous commenter, thank you for your insight.

I lost another 3/4 of a pound this week. It doesn't sound like much, but my total is 30.1. Weight Watchers is an awesome, awesome program. There are 8 people in my office including me, and because of my enthusiasm and success, 4 others have started weight watchers. Of those 4, two of their mother's have started and one of their sisters. I think Weight Watchers should start giving me a portion of the proceeds. My goal is another 50 or so pounds. I really haven't set a firm goal yet, because I'm taking it one day at a time and I'll decide how far to go when I get there. What I'd really like to be able to do is wear Robbie's jeans. He is a skinny guy who can eat ANYTHING and usually does. He can eat anything and alot of it. Hard being married to someone like that when I can just think about eating a candy bar and I gain 5 pounds from the thought alone.

Well, I thought my boys were sacked once again on the couch but it looks like it's just Robbie that's doing the snoozing. Sam is completely engrossed in a movie about a volcano with Tommy Lee Jones and Ann Heche. I forgot the name of it.

I think the idea of a blog is a pretty good one. It's kind of like keeping a journal but it's open to public opinion and comment, which is fine with me.

I think I'll say goodnight. Until then -