Finally...the day I have waited for. A day off with no one to answer to and nothing to do.....so that is exactly what I have done....nothing. I got up at 7am (slept in, I did!!!) and made Joseph breakfast, got him off to school. Ever since, I have just lazed around. Something I am not used to. Something I haven't done in quite some time.
As a matter of fact, I believe I will go and do more of the same. Either that or steam clean the carpets....I have a feeling the carpet cleaner is going to win...
Jill
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
The Big Check
Well, today is the day I wrote "The Big Check." Just call me All-State, with "accident forgiveness." I decided this was Joseph's freebie when it comes to accidents. But $1787.68 was an awfully big check to write.....His Dad kicked in some....a percentage that he thought was fair. Let's not even go there. I am so frustrated with the childishness and petty torment of my ex-husband that I can hardly stand it.
Anyway, this will make it so that Joseph's car insurance will not go up...thank Heaven, because $2200 a year is threatening to break the bank as it is!!!
Oh, well, it's only money!!!
Anyway, this will make it so that Joseph's car insurance will not go up...thank Heaven, because $2200 a year is threatening to break the bank as it is!!!
Oh, well, it's only money!!!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tomorrow
So, tomorrow my VP of Operations is coming in for a visit.....naturally, it is my day off. So I will depend on the people at my store to call me at home and let me know when they are coming from Kingsport, so that I can meet my boss and his boss there.
Luckily, things have been going pretty well for us in the last few weeks, despite the shaky economy. I predict it will get worse before it gets better, but you still have to manage your operations.
On another note, I received the estimate from Joseph's fender bender....$1787.68. All that for a ding in the bumper and the quarter panel.....I was going to try to pay it our of pocket, because I can't afford an increase in Joseph's insurance. Especially now that his Dad has decided, "not to contribute another penny...." Yes, that area of my life is still mangled.
I don't mean to use this blog as a bitch session, which I have seemed to do quite often. But it has been a long time since I had a "Dear Diary," thing.
Peace & Love
Luckily, things have been going pretty well for us in the last few weeks, despite the shaky economy. I predict it will get worse before it gets better, but you still have to manage your operations.
On another note, I received the estimate from Joseph's fender bender....$1787.68. All that for a ding in the bumper and the quarter panel.....I was going to try to pay it our of pocket, because I can't afford an increase in Joseph's insurance. Especially now that his Dad has decided, "not to contribute another penny...." Yes, that area of my life is still mangled.
I don't mean to use this blog as a bitch session, which I have seemed to do quite often. But it has been a long time since I had a "Dear Diary," thing.
Peace & Love
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I knew it had to happen....
Well, I knew it had to happen, and today it did.....I got the phone call all parents dread. The call from my son that he has had an accident. It wasn't a bad accident, just a minor fender bender in the local convenience store parking lot. But an accident, nonetheless. And, yes, it was his fault. That means insurance premiums go up, and I worry more than ever when he is in the vehicle. But none of that matters as long as he is okay...and he is...Thank God....
I have to go now and talk to him about being more responsible, more careful. It is not a talk I am looking forward to. Joseph is my baby. When he hurts, I hurt. And he is hurting now, so badly. This scared him to death.....that is a good thing. It will only serve to make him more careful. But I want so badly to tell him that is was just an accident, no big deal. But it IS a big deal. What if someone had been walking there, rather than parked, waiting for people to move? Lord, please help me to find the words....
Jill
I have to go now and talk to him about being more responsible, more careful. It is not a talk I am looking forward to. Joseph is my baby. When he hurts, I hurt. And he is hurting now, so badly. This scared him to death.....that is a good thing. It will only serve to make him more careful. But I want so badly to tell him that is was just an accident, no big deal. But it IS a big deal. What if someone had been walking there, rather than parked, waiting for people to move? Lord, please help me to find the words....
Jill
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Today
Today was a long day, but nowhere near as long as yesterday. I had a QA (Quality Assurance) inspection today. Improved 4 points over last year, I am happy to say. But preparing for it was rough. However, it is over, and I am glad.
In 2 weeks time, my boss' boss will be in for a visit. Luckily, he and I get along very well. I think he and I share the same vision, career wise. I look forward to seeing him.
Tonight is the NCAA Women's National Championship Game.....I have looked forward to this for months, as I just knew Tennessee would make it to the finals!!! Candace Parker (CP3) is playing with a shoulder injury. It separated twice during the Texas A & M game. They were barely able to pull out the victory over LSU. Tonight, Stanford, and man, do they look tough. But I am pulling for my girls!!!
Go Lady Vols!!!!
Jill
In 2 weeks time, my boss' boss will be in for a visit. Luckily, he and I get along very well. I think he and I share the same vision, career wise. I look forward to seeing him.
Tonight is the NCAA Women's National Championship Game.....I have looked forward to this for months, as I just knew Tennessee would make it to the finals!!! Candace Parker (CP3) is playing with a shoulder injury. It separated twice during the Texas A & M game. They were barely able to pull out the victory over LSU. Tonight, Stanford, and man, do they look tough. But I am pulling for my girls!!!
Go Lady Vols!!!!
Jill
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Home....
Well, I am just back from a quick trip over the Great Smoky Mountains to North Carolina. I didn't take any time off from work...just a quick 2 day jaunt over. I love the trip over, especially at this time of year. Each season offers so many new and exciting view through the park. I love it in the winter, when it is a magical world of icicles. But spring is so gorgeous, with the green just coming in, and the dogwoods starting to bloom.
There is, however, in my opinion, nothing like coming home. It has been a great many years now, since I left the comfort and security of Mama's house to marry Joey. We moved 1,000 miles away, to a wretched little apartment, that became our first, "home." I have lived so many places since that first little apartment. But they were all Mine. From North Chicago to Virginia Beach to Staten Island to Ten Mile to Kingston to Sunbright. With the exception of North Chicago, I picked out each and every home we had, and the one I have now. There was something about all of them that made me just have to have it.
When I picked out the first home I ever "owned," in Kingston, I had to have it because of it's close proximity to my Mom, who lived right down the road. I didn't know when I bought it that she would soon become ill and pass away. My Dad would then come to live with us. I will never be able to thank Joey enough for getting me through the death of my Mother, and the nervous breakdown that was my Dad's life from there on. Without him, I most surely would have dropped into a world of madness myself.
We lost my Dad in that house. We also lost his parents in that same 30 day time span. That was one of the lowest times in our life.....I think he would agree. But we got through it together, because that is what we used to do. Sometimes I miss my ex-husband so much it physically hurts. People who know us now or have only known us for the last few years could never understand that. But I do, and I believe he does, as well.
I don't know what brings this sadness up in me sometimes. It's not that I think my marriage was a failure....It produced a wonderful son, so how could it be anything but a success?
Actually, I kind of know what it is......I am reaching that time from the end of March to the end of May....that is the time when death seems to be-fall my family. I am not very superstitious (well, maybe a little) but when you have 8 deaths hit the family in the last 10 years, you start to sweat a little, come this time of year. I guess it brings out the melancholy in me.
So here's to home. The thing this post started to be about....Home Sweet Home. Home is where the heart is. Home is where you hang your hat. Home is where you rest your head. Home is where, when you go there, they have to let you in. There' no place like home......
Jill
There is, however, in my opinion, nothing like coming home. It has been a great many years now, since I left the comfort and security of Mama's house to marry Joey. We moved 1,000 miles away, to a wretched little apartment, that became our first, "home." I have lived so many places since that first little apartment. But they were all Mine. From North Chicago to Virginia Beach to Staten Island to Ten Mile to Kingston to Sunbright. With the exception of North Chicago, I picked out each and every home we had, and the one I have now. There was something about all of them that made me just have to have it.
When I picked out the first home I ever "owned," in Kingston, I had to have it because of it's close proximity to my Mom, who lived right down the road. I didn't know when I bought it that she would soon become ill and pass away. My Dad would then come to live with us. I will never be able to thank Joey enough for getting me through the death of my Mother, and the nervous breakdown that was my Dad's life from there on. Without him, I most surely would have dropped into a world of madness myself.
We lost my Dad in that house. We also lost his parents in that same 30 day time span. That was one of the lowest times in our life.....I think he would agree. But we got through it together, because that is what we used to do. Sometimes I miss my ex-husband so much it physically hurts. People who know us now or have only known us for the last few years could never understand that. But I do, and I believe he does, as well.
I don't know what brings this sadness up in me sometimes. It's not that I think my marriage was a failure....It produced a wonderful son, so how could it be anything but a success?
Actually, I kind of know what it is......I am reaching that time from the end of March to the end of May....that is the time when death seems to be-fall my family. I am not very superstitious (well, maybe a little) but when you have 8 deaths hit the family in the last 10 years, you start to sweat a little, come this time of year. I guess it brings out the melancholy in me.
So here's to home. The thing this post started to be about....Home Sweet Home. Home is where the heart is. Home is where you hang your hat. Home is where you rest your head. Home is where, when you go there, they have to let you in. There' no place like home......
Jill
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