He did it. The grad student did it! I knew he would. I have NO DOUBT in him or his capabilities. If only we could get him to believe in himself.
Well, we are officially half way done with the schooling start of school. Hurray for that. Passed all of his classes and has above a 3.0 GPA!!! Yeah for him.
On the second hand...Florida is still a huge possibility for next year. That would mean. Him in Florida. Me and the three boys here. Hmm.... that would be interesting. But I can do it.
I dare you. Throw that challenge my way. We will graduate and we will do this.
I still am LOVING it down here and my friends are amazing. This life experience has been amazing, and I have learned and grown so much as a person. I have definitely been blessed for it. Even if I had to live with my three boys and sell my house, oh and move a state away, all by myself...(well...I did have alot of help from the parents, the in laws, and the friends).
So for everyone in my life. Thank you for being you and making my life enjoyable. I don't ever want to leave this stage...except for having $30.00 in my checking account for the next three weeks until loans come through...hmmm....gotta love that one!
I think I am going to make a list of the funny but difficult things about being in grad school. And of course I have to laugh at them...if not I might cry.
Like last night at prayers this was my 6 year-olds...
"Dear Heavenly Father, Please bless Mom won't be mean to me anymore. Amen" And the grad student busted up laughing. And I had to laugh to. If not I might have cried. It's not fair I am the only one that is here to discipline him so I am always the mean one and the grad student is the hero. It's hard...but it's worth it...
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Huh, What?
Ever been shocked. Well meet me. Totally wierdo.
I was at the gas station today with the boys. I had a bunch of errands to run and told them that if they were good I would take them there and get them a treat. They had picked out their treat and we were waiting for the soda fountain and a lady, probably oh 45-ish had one child probably 18 month-ish and she was watching me and they boys. Then she came up to me and said, I get having one, having two they can be friends but any more than that you might as well have 15 because you can't keep track of them. I laughed and said, Well, they all fit in my car. And she said, Yeah, Thank ^$@ for seatbelt laws or you'd have more. Hmm.... okay then.
It was wierd because my boys are very well behaved. When I take them places I am usually complimented on them and their behavior, in fact the man at the cash register gave them each a silver dollar for being so well in the gas station. That lady should spend a day in Utah, I think she would have a heart attack. I mean, seriously, I only have three children, that is not alot at all. I should have told her I had 9 siblings. She proably would have passed out.
I was at the gas station today with the boys. I had a bunch of errands to run and told them that if they were good I would take them there and get them a treat. They had picked out their treat and we were waiting for the soda fountain and a lady, probably oh 45-ish had one child probably 18 month-ish and she was watching me and they boys. Then she came up to me and said, I get having one, having two they can be friends but any more than that you might as well have 15 because you can't keep track of them. I laughed and said, Well, they all fit in my car. And she said, Yeah, Thank ^$@ for seatbelt laws or you'd have more. Hmm.... okay then.
It was wierd because my boys are very well behaved. When I take them places I am usually complimented on them and their behavior, in fact the man at the cash register gave them each a silver dollar for being so well in the gas station. That lady should spend a day in Utah, I think she would have a heart attack. I mean, seriously, I only have three children, that is not alot at all. I should have told her I had 9 siblings. She proably would have passed out.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Then sings my soul...
My Saviour, God to Thee. How great thou art. How great thou art!
I am amazed yet again. Not only is our car working flawlessly this morning, we found out that Eli is getting money that we didn't know about from part of his retirment that wasn't enough to roll over to another IRA yet. A miracle. That is what it is. Just when we needed it. We will be able to save this in case our car acts up again.
We are truly being watched over.
And to top it off the laptop hasn't been working for about two weeks. I really needed to cut vinyl and it's such a pain to have to carry my machine down stairs to connect to our computer. I thought, I will carry the laptop upstairs plug it in and hope it works. And it did.
And I am amazed! There are miracles everyday! And I can attest.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Is really all I can say! Cross your fingers we can get through this week. The stress level is outrageous at our house...and well, as you know, it kind of feeds of each other. With the Grad students finals this week and his stress, I am stressed and the kids are being out right naughty.
I noticed at the bus stop that my oldest had gum still stuck to him from last night. I don't even care. It's everywhere. It's still on the couch. Does anyone know how to get it off.
The grad student keeps saying that he doesn't think he is going to make it and that we shouldn't have even moved down here that he is just going to fail. I don't understand why he likes to wallow in his own self pity. Cause I am NOT giving him a pity party. I am NOT. He has made it this far, the school believed in him, heaven knows I believe in him. So why can't he believe in himself? Or why does he have to act like he doesn't? It gets a little old.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Pushing the buttons
yeah. he better watch it. my oldest is walking a fine line these days. today i found gum strung all over the basement. on him. on his brother. on the sofa. and he lied about it. and i have had it with his lying. this has been an issue with him from the start and i don't know how to get him to stop. i have tried everything.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Are you kidding me???
I LOVE driving cars that are pieces (excuse my language) of shit. Seriously. You have NO IDEA how embarrassing it really is. I really don't care what it looks like. I don't care that on the front of my car there are spots where there isn't any paint anytime a rock hits us. I don't care that the rear passenger window won't roll down, or that the driver window won't roll up all the way. I don't even care that the inside light won't work or that the wipers won't work on the lowest speed and when you turn them off they stay half way up the windshield. I don't care that the back window sprayer sprays the car behind you if you use it, I don't even care that if you hit the lock on the back door the alarm goes off whether the car is locked or not. I don't care about that. But what I do care is that when I hit the brakes the car stops, and when I hit the gas the car goes. Well, it's not working like that right now. And I could scream.
My lovely son, this happens about once a week, left his car door open again, like shut, just not latched so the lights stay on. And I forget to check because the kid is 4, plenty old if you ask me to SHUT a door. So luckily the grad student hadn't left for school yet. A miracle I know. My life is full of miracles...so he gave me a jump and was off. I closed the garage put the car in drive and the car stopped. Are you f-n kidding me? I honked the grad student didn't hear and sped away. So I ran in the house grabbed my phone because I forgot it and called the grad student. He was annoyed, heck so was I. He turned around and came back and jumped me again and left. So I leave and hit the stop sign at the end of our street. Yeah, jerked forward, jerked forward, jerked forward. The engine didn't cut but it was like I wasn't getting gas. There was a line of cars behind me. EMBARRASSING. So I turn on my hazards pull to the side. Call the grad student. He pulls over, I can see him up on the side of the road. So I pull back on the road. He pulls behind me. I hit the next light. Same freaking thing. The car goes while it's doing the jerking it's just like trying to walk somewhere taking two steps forward and then one step back every where you walk. Wouldn't that get you far?
So he jumps in I take his car and he drives like a wild man. Jerking and hitting the gas and hitting the brakes to see what is wrong. It randomly does it, not every time you start. And like I said, the car doesn't die, it just doesn't go. So it stopped. I go to my son's school for a dedication of it and it does fine. The grad student goes to school late, sorry professors. Please forgive my naughty car!
Then I go to leave from the school. There are literally 20 or so cars behind me. I make it through the first stop sign, get to the second...oh keep in mind, there is construction through here and it's down to one lane with NO SHOULDER. The car wouldn't go. I wanted to pee. My heart raced, I feel so dumb when this happens. My body temperature literally rises and my blood circulation gets faster, I can feel it. I hate being the center of attention, or the cause of a problem. Ugh! So I turn on my hazards. This time I can't even jerk forward. There is NOWHERE for the cars behind me to go, in fact there is no where for ME to go. So I turn the car off, restart it and it did the jerk forward thing and then went. So I got through the dang stop sign.
So another stop sign is coming up, there are alot of cars stopped at it in front of me. There is NO WAY I am doing that again, so the speed limit is 45. I am doing like 15 so I can plan it out that when I finally get up there I will be the only one and can kind of roll through it. Illegal I know, but what the crap am I supposed to do. So It works. Thankfully. Then the last one is coming. So I plan to do the same thing. Poor cars behind me, I think the one directly behind me knew what was happening. So they didn't ride my tail. SO I make it through the next one too. I mean it looks like I stop, I just slow really really down, but don't let the car actually stop.
I make it the rest of the way home and STOP in the driveway to test it out. It works fine. I don't get it. I am ready to scream. This car better make it and it better last, cause we have NO WAY of getting another one until my husband graduates. And I can't be car less. This is a joke.
Of course I call my daddy. Cause he is super dad and even if he doesn't know what is wrong, it always makes me feel better to get his reassurance. What can I say...I am a daddy's girl! He says check the transmission fluid level. And it could be the fuel pump. That's what the grad student thinks too. So we will replace the fuel filter first and see if that does the trick. If not the fuel pump, swallow lump in throat...I don't know how we will have Christmas if we have to replace that...I think I will just go without a car for a while if that happens.
So send vibes towards my car...I need it to run...and it really has been a good car, being that it was rolled and almost totaled and all. If I could go back 6.5 years to that horrible day, I would have leaned forward and rocked and rocked so I would have flipped one more time to get that extra 1000 dollars worth of damage. Dang it all. Nothing I can do now but pray...please car please...just one more miracle....you can hang in there for 18 more months and then, we will put you to rest for the rest of your life...I am not ready to let you go yet... I need you more than you need me... Let me be selfish and you be not selfish and stay with me...for a little while more...
I know I have been getting miracle after miracle, and after we have graduated I will gladly pass them on...but for now I need them, and I need them badly. And if my son leaves his door open again his fingers just might get chopped off. Not literally but I did threaten him of such behaviors and that if he does it again he doesn't get to go in the car...I mean what's his deal. He can't buckle himself and he can't close his door.... He's 4...He's 4... that's the problem...He's 4 and I want him to be 20... after all...he is only 4... and we will make it through whether we have a car or not... and then in 18 months I can have ANY car I want!!! Hurray for that!!! And yeah, that means I will NEVER have to have a mini van because we will be able to afford a huge suv with enough seats. Call me a snot. I am. I H A T E mini van's and then reputation that comes with them. Oh 18 months...can you come fast enough???
My lovely son, this happens about once a week, left his car door open again, like shut, just not latched so the lights stay on. And I forget to check because the kid is 4, plenty old if you ask me to SHUT a door. So luckily the grad student hadn't left for school yet. A miracle I know. My life is full of miracles...so he gave me a jump and was off. I closed the garage put the car in drive and the car stopped. Are you f-n kidding me? I honked the grad student didn't hear and sped away. So I ran in the house grabbed my phone because I forgot it and called the grad student. He was annoyed, heck so was I. He turned around and came back and jumped me again and left. So I leave and hit the stop sign at the end of our street. Yeah, jerked forward, jerked forward, jerked forward. The engine didn't cut but it was like I wasn't getting gas. There was a line of cars behind me. EMBARRASSING. So I turn on my hazards pull to the side. Call the grad student. He pulls over, I can see him up on the side of the road. So I pull back on the road. He pulls behind me. I hit the next light. Same freaking thing. The car goes while it's doing the jerking it's just like trying to walk somewhere taking two steps forward and then one step back every where you walk. Wouldn't that get you far?
So he jumps in I take his car and he drives like a wild man. Jerking and hitting the gas and hitting the brakes to see what is wrong. It randomly does it, not every time you start. And like I said, the car doesn't die, it just doesn't go. So it stopped. I go to my son's school for a dedication of it and it does fine. The grad student goes to school late, sorry professors. Please forgive my naughty car!
Then I go to leave from the school. There are literally 20 or so cars behind me. I make it through the first stop sign, get to the second...oh keep in mind, there is construction through here and it's down to one lane with NO SHOULDER. The car wouldn't go. I wanted to pee. My heart raced, I feel so dumb when this happens. My body temperature literally rises and my blood circulation gets faster, I can feel it. I hate being the center of attention, or the cause of a problem. Ugh! So I turn on my hazards. This time I can't even jerk forward. There is NOWHERE for the cars behind me to go, in fact there is no where for ME to go. So I turn the car off, restart it and it did the jerk forward thing and then went. So I got through the dang stop sign.
So another stop sign is coming up, there are alot of cars stopped at it in front of me. There is NO WAY I am doing that again, so the speed limit is 45. I am doing like 15 so I can plan it out that when I finally get up there I will be the only one and can kind of roll through it. Illegal I know, but what the crap am I supposed to do. So It works. Thankfully. Then the last one is coming. So I plan to do the same thing. Poor cars behind me, I think the one directly behind me knew what was happening. So they didn't ride my tail. SO I make it through the next one too. I mean it looks like I stop, I just slow really really down, but don't let the car actually stop.
I make it the rest of the way home and STOP in the driveway to test it out. It works fine. I don't get it. I am ready to scream. This car better make it and it better last, cause we have NO WAY of getting another one until my husband graduates. And I can't be car less. This is a joke.
Of course I call my daddy. Cause he is super dad and even if he doesn't know what is wrong, it always makes me feel better to get his reassurance. What can I say...I am a daddy's girl! He says check the transmission fluid level. And it could be the fuel pump. That's what the grad student thinks too. So we will replace the fuel filter first and see if that does the trick. If not the fuel pump, swallow lump in throat...I don't know how we will have Christmas if we have to replace that...I think I will just go without a car for a while if that happens.
So send vibes towards my car...I need it to run...and it really has been a good car, being that it was rolled and almost totaled and all. If I could go back 6.5 years to that horrible day, I would have leaned forward and rocked and rocked so I would have flipped one more time to get that extra 1000 dollars worth of damage. Dang it all. Nothing I can do now but pray...please car please...just one more miracle....you can hang in there for 18 more months and then, we will put you to rest for the rest of your life...I am not ready to let you go yet... I need you more than you need me... Let me be selfish and you be not selfish and stay with me...for a little while more...
I know I have been getting miracle after miracle, and after we have graduated I will gladly pass them on...but for now I need them, and I need them badly. And if my son leaves his door open again his fingers just might get chopped off. Not literally but I did threaten him of such behaviors and that if he does it again he doesn't get to go in the car...I mean what's his deal. He can't buckle himself and he can't close his door.... He's 4...He's 4... that's the problem...He's 4 and I want him to be 20... after all...he is only 4... and we will make it through whether we have a car or not... and then in 18 months I can have ANY car I want!!! Hurray for that!!! And yeah, that means I will NEVER have to have a mini van because we will be able to afford a huge suv with enough seats. Call me a snot. I am. I H A T E mini van's and then reputation that comes with them. Oh 18 months...can you come fast enough???
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Don't worry I found it!!!
I don't know if anyone recalls but during the move a box went missing. A very important box that contained all the boys immunization records, current bills due, my birth certificate, my social security card, car titles...anything I thought we might need that I didn't want packed away in an unknown place.
Of course this is the box that would get lost naturally, right?
Well I found it today. Sealed up put into a bigger box with the stuff I need to scrapbook. So it's a good thing my scrapbooking urge came back...or I don't know how long it would have been before I found it...it's already been 5-6 months of it there...
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