Monday, March 30, 2009

"Someone is having a case of the Mondays!"

I don't like Mondays. Ok, well, maybe I do, it just seems strange to me that if something weird is going to happen, it happens on a Monday. I think that Mondays exist so that I have a day to complain about.
Today is Monday. Need I say more? Well, yes, I guess I have to or you wouldn't understand what I'm talking about.

It started as a fairly "normal" day in the Moyer house. Having used up all of my snooze's I had to get out of bed. Brad was up and ready to go. We watched the morning news and weather and then he was off to school.
I had about 20 minutes before it would be time to wake Corey and Collin. I went to the laundry room and gathered their clothing that should have been put away yesterday. I watched some more news and some more weather, but don't quiz me on what I saw. I watch it and get nothing out of it. (This is every day of the week, not just Monday.)
I tried several times to wake the boys. Mondays are the hardest for me to get them up. I usually sing something silly to them to get them giggling and then, before long, they add to the silliness too. They're awake, and it works! ;)
Like any other day, I start off a sentence for them to finish (I do it at night, too). "Today is........" and they fill in the blanks. So, "Today is....Monday, Day 1 (school schedule), March 30th, etc., etc. ....and then I realized "Today is....Spring Picture Day!! Ack!!! I didn't plan out what they'd wear, I didn't get them haircuts like I had hoped to, and by this time we were running a little behind schedule!
The boys both chose stripped shirts. If we don't like the pictures, we don't have to buy them and we didn't have to put any money out up front, so I can deal with that. I told the boys we had to hurry. They came out to the dining room and made sure they had their backpacks loaded and lunch money for the week. (They even put a cute SpongeBob sticker on their envelopes for the lunch lady!) I told them it was time to brush their teeth and that they should brush them extra good today for their pitures. In true "Corey fashion", he pipes up with, "I don't have to brush my teeth. I'm not going to show them when I smile. Michael can smile without showing his teeth." Only Corey! Ugh.
They both went in the bathroom and really didn't take that long. I got my shoes on, since we were running out of time! We hurried out the door and down the driveway.
When we got to the end of the driveway, we noticed something on the road. A little possum (I'm pretty sure it's spelled with an "O", but I don't like it. lol My blog....my spelling rules!) We wanted to investigate, but didn't want to get too close. I remember Aunt Linda telling me about the one in her yard that she thought was dead, tongue sticking out and everything, that scurried away! So, we stayed in the yard, just behind the guardrail and we looked. It didn't look like it was breathing, but with the wind blowing it's hair, it was hard to tell. It didn't look squished, so we still weren't sure. Our investigation soon ended because the bus pulled up.
With the boys on their way to school, I got closer to the possum. The animal lover that I am, couldn't bear the thought of this poor thing being run over, over and over again. As I watched for cars and stood in the street over this little creature, I was sure he/she was dead. I headed back up the driveway, went into the garage, and got a shovel. Back down the driveway, into the street, and I slid the shovel under it. It didn't move, and it wasn't very "stiff". He/she was a fresh kill. It wasn't easy getting him/her onto my shovel and a truck drove by and slowed down. I could see that they were looking at me and I can only imagine what was going through their heads. LOL Possum on the shovel, I now had to decide what to do with it. I walked into the woods a bit and layed him/her down at the trunk of a small tree. I (honestly, I'm not joking) said a few words, "Rest in peace little guy, or girl", to be exact, and I headed back up to the house. I didn't put the shovel inside the garage because I figured Dennis might want to hose it off. It wasn't messy or anything, it's just the thought. Poor little thing must have died from internal injuries. There was so little blood.
By this time, it was probably close to 8:30 am. I was thinking I should probably go in for a shower, but decided that YoVille was more important. I was still mourning the loss of this little creature that I only knew for a short time and for none of his life.
Of course, YoVille turned into Bingo, and Bingo turned into other places on the internet. I would get my shower eventually. I called Lois to see how Miranda was doing. I learned the night before that she was in Lehigh Valley Hospital with 2nd degree burns. We chatted for a little bit and then I let her go so she could get back to the hospital.
I'm not sure what time I called, but then I got my daily call in to my mom. We speak to each other often on the phone. She cracks me up sometimes! LOL I get my great sense of humor from her, I'm sure. We were talking about Jon & Kate Plus Eight. I was on the couch, looking out of my front window. I'm not sure why, but I then looked down at my feet. I was wearing TWO DIFFERENT SHOES!!! Just then, my cell phone rang and I knew it was very close to noon. Dennis calls me every day on his lunch break. I had Mom on my left ear and Dennis on the right. I had to tell them both about my discovery. LOL All mom could do was laugh. I know that I probably got that trait from her too! LOL Dennis asked about Miranda, I told him and he said he'd talk to me when he got home. Mom and I talked a little longer and then she had to go since she wasn't getting anything done either.
I had several more phone calls, and then finally, around 1pm I was finally headed for the shower. The shower went well, without incident. Well, except for the fact that Trevor had taken a shower a little earlier and used MY favorite towel! LOL
I did a little picking up before it was time to get the boys from school. We got home and we took a walk down to the woods so they could see the possum. (I wouldn't allow them to go into the street to see it, especially since we weren't sure that it was dead.) Of course, Corey did an, "Awwww, poor little thing". Corey is my compassionate one. And Collin, well, he wanted to poke at it with a stick! ****Shiver**** We looked at it in amazement. It's feet almost looked like hands and it's tail looked like canvas or maybe a rope. Part of it was gone. Then, we saw something just under the tail a bit. OH MY GOSH!! It was a "mamma" and it had a baby sticking out!! I then got a stick and moved the tail a bit.........no. It was not a "mamma possum" at all. **clear throat** It was a little "boy possum".
The rest of the day went on pretty much the same as any other. Phone ringing almost non-stop, the boys fighting and trying to come up with excuses not to do their homework, and me trying to get supper done.
What a day.....What a MONDAY!!



Sunday, March 29, 2009

Not following the rules......

I'm breaking my own rule tonight. I've been trying to be in bed by 11pm. It's now 11:05 pm. I will pay for it in the morning and I will fight off a nap during the day, I'm sure. (Another new rule: NO NAPPING!)

I'm not the only one who has broken rules and had to suffer the consequences. Corey found out what it's like too. The school held a "school wide celebration" on Friday and he was not able to participate. He had 2 pink slips for bad behavior in the past few weeks. Two slips means no celebration.

I'll be the first to tell anyone that my kids are not angels. They don't always follow the rules no matter how blue in the face I get. I've been stressing to them from day 1, that bad behavior on the school bus or at school will not be tolerated. I was getting warnings from the bus driver about the boys and I've tried to correct that by not allowing them to ride the bus home in the afternoon. I think the almost hour long ride makes my boys antsy. We live 3 minutes from the school, yet my boys are the 2nd to last to get off of the bus. It's working out fine now, even though I'm not all that excited about having to go and get them every day.

One of Corey's pink slips was from a bad decision he'd made on the bus. He spit on a boy because the boy said he could run faster. Ugh. I questioned Corey about this and his response was, "It was just a little bit". UGH!! I explained that it didn't matter how much, it mattered that he did it. He was not thinking before acting!

The other pink slip was because of his behavior in the boys' bathroom. He was caught swinging on the stall door. Another case of not thinking before he acted. He knew it was wrong.

I understand school rules. I know that it is for the safety of the children and I know that proper behavior is expected. I am not against Corey's pink slips, although, it just about killed me to escort my crying son to the car on Friday afternoon. Everyone looked at him as he sobbed. I wanted to sob with him, even though I wanted him to learn his lesson too. It's so hard to see your child hurting so bad.

The school wide celebration was "game day". I volunteered to help with Bingo in the cafeteria. While some grades were playing Bingo, others were in classrooms playing the board games they'd brought to school. I think the salt in Corey's wound was that on Thursday (day before celebration) he wrote a letter to "Mom and Dad" asking if he could bring a board game to school. It was signed, "Love, Corey", and in his best handwriting. I'm pretty sure that the teacher had all of the students write a letter, but I don't think she'd realized that Corey was not participating in the celebration. It just wasn't like Corey to be in so much trouble and if either of the boys would be in trouble, we'd think it would be Collin. (He can be so devilish!)

So, here it is, now 11:24 pm. I'm still awake, but I know that I won't be as hurt as Corey was on Friday. Thankfully, there is one more school wide celebration this year. I'm sure Corey WILL be participating and hopefully, I'll be awake enough to volunteer my help.

Goodnight.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Interesting, to say the least.....

Almost every time I talk to my Aunt Karen, she tells me that my life is interesting and how much she appreciates my sense of humor. I love to laugh and I think it's a very important part of my life. I'm not sure where I got my sense of humor from? Probably both sides of the family. I'm so grateful for that. A day without laughter is a day....well, I'm not sure how the rest goes but if I were to finish it, I'd have to say, A day without laughter is a day that my pants stay dry. (Definately get that from Mom's side of the family! ;) LOL)

Sometimes, it's one of those, "you had to be there" things, but the past few days I am laughing at (with) my kids.

For example, the other day we were driving in the van when Corey pipes up with, " I know where John the Maniac lives". W H A T???? Turns out, he meant "John Stafiniack (Stuh-fin-e-ack). John is in a higher grade than Corey and also a boy we know from scouts. Ok.....guess you had to be there.

Tonight, Bradley is researching subliminal messages. HUH? Some may call him strange, but I think it's kind of funny, but neat, the way his brain works. He's already wanting me to try and wake myself everyday at 3am to read posters on my walls (have to be white with black lettering he says). Sure Brad! LOL

And then there's Corey, again. LOL Today his main objective was to keep track of how many times each of us has passed gas. Yes, you did read that correctly. We had to let him know if it was loud, silent, and each and every one of them was to be counted.

By now, you are probably thinking that there is something wrong in my house. Maybe too many fumes off of the furnace? No. We watch, probably too much, television. Not long ago we watched, "Myth Busters". Corey was amused by one of the myths about flatulence. Each of the crew on the show recorded what they ate and what made them gassier. Beans were a proven gas giver. lol So, in his own way, Corey is doing some Myth Busting of his own. LOL Ok,....maybe you had to be here for this one too. LOL I have to add, though, just for future reading that Dennis passed the most gas today. *wink* (Let's hope he's done, I'm soon going to bed!)

Alright, while I'm still on the subject, I guess I should add, too, that it's not just my immediate family. Just last Saturday night I received a phone call from Aunt Linda (mom's sister). I was to complete the following...... "Beans, beans the magical fruit..the more you eat the more you toot.....________________________. I learned that there is more than one ending to that, depending on where you grew up, and sorry, Diane, but I have to say that I'm somewhat glad that I didn't grow up in Jim Thorpe! *wink* LOL Now that I think of it, my dad grew up in Jim Thorpe so I will have to ask him how he thinks it ends. I'm not sure that it will match Diane's version. LOL (Message to self, ask Diane to repeat her answer so it can be documented!)

If you are reading this and made any sense of it, that's great. If not, just have a good laugh because you are so confused. If you are a member of my mom's side of the family, feel free to pee your pants. I know I will.....laugh. :)

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

He can breathe.....

Finally, after quite a few years of having a "mouth breather", Bradley had his adenoids removed today. We were to be at the hospital by 8:45am this morning and our timing was real good. We found a great parking spot and even better yet, as we were walking into the hospital we met up with Aunt Karen (dad's sister). She was going the same way we were, to the Short Procedure Unit (that's where she works. She schedules surgeries.).
Ted, if you are reading this, YES, Brad did wear his red "hoodie". LOL When we got to the SPU, Brad was given a room and instructed to put on a gown. He answered questions for the nurses and was excited about getting an IV put in. My son is strange. LOL I love him, regardless, but I do have to say that he is not like his mom when it comes to IV's and blood draws. (I always turn my head away and can't watch it being done!)



Dr. Wakstein came in and talked to us for a bit and it was soon time to head to the OR. I walked beside Brad's bed into the room where they prep you for the OR. We answered some questions for the anesthesiologist and Brad was starting to feel sleepy. He dozed off for a minute or two and woke up. Dr. Wakstein asked Brad if he knew what was going to be happening in a few short minutes, to which Brad replied, "an adenoidectomy" (the dr. and nurses found it amusing that he used that term lol). Dr. Wakstein then joked and told Brad that he thought he was giving him breast implants. Brad, half-asleep, gave a smile. Dr. W is a character! LOL He's very professional but has a sense of humor too!


It was time for me to go. Dr. W walked me to a little room that I could wait in until the surgery was done. Adenoid surgery was usually a 20 minute procedure. Not too bad. It felt much longer than that as I waited, and as hard as it was, I tried not to worry. (I worry all the time, especially about my boys!) Finally, Dr. W came to me and told me that everything went well. Brad was very swollen and the obstruction was quite large. He also has a bit of a sinus infection. Brad was still in recovery and I'd be able to go back to his room in the SPU soon.

I sat in that room for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Dr. W came and got me and told me a nurse was supposed to come and get me. They didn't know where I was. Dr. W and I chatted for a bit on the way back to Brad's room.

When I went into Brad's room, I was expecting to see a very groggy boy, but he wasn't. He looked good and was anxious to show me that he could breathe through his nose. He was in no pain. (Thank you, God.) Trevor was scheduled to work today, so he stopped up to see his brother before his shift started (so sweet!). Since Brad was doing so good, I asked Trevor to go with me over to Aunt Karen's office so I could have my pic taken with her. He snapped a pic, talked to Aunt Karen, walked me back over to Brad, and then went to work.



We had to wait for a while before they would release Brad. Brad and I chatted and giggled, stuff we normally do. lol He was ready to go home, but we couldn't leave because it was hospital policy. It was getting closer and closer to time to pick Corey and Collin up from school and I was starting to panic. My cell phone battery went dead because I was updating Dennis through texts. I couldn't call the school to have the boys ride the bus home, and I couldn't be sure that I'd be home in time to get them. I asked the nurse how long we'd be there and explained to her about the boys. She told me I should just go get them and Brad would be soon ready after my return. She said he was in good hands, and I didn't doubt that one bit. All of the nurses were so nice!

I raced out to the school, got the boys and went back to the hospital. Brad was getting dressed and no long after we were on our way. I couldn't wait to get home.

It's almost 9pm now, and Brad finally hung up the phone. He talked to his friend, Blake, from the time he got home until just a few minutes ago. He is in no pain and is feeling good. I, on the other hand, am worn out. lol I wish I could've came home and stayed here, but tonight Corey and Collin had scouts.

Now, I am home, will stay home and don't plan on leaving until tomorrow afternoon when I get the boys from school again. Whew!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Video Fun Starring Corey.....

Corey's broadcast....Take 1

Corey...Take 2 (not much different from the first, but he insisted he do it again! lol)

Video Fun starring Collin.....

Collin, inside a box. The box is supposed to be a television.

Collin.....Take 2......

Interview with Collin.....

Collin, Age 7 (Asked these questions on February 27, 2009)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
Do your homework!
2. What makes mom happy?
when I do my homework or when I smile
3. What makes mom sad?
when I play video games and don't do my homework
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
when she makes diarhea jokes
5. What was your mom like as a child?
you had brown eyes and you liked to play games a lot
6. How old is your mom?
38
7. How tall is your mom?
don't know
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
clean, play games
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
go on the computer or do chores
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
when I say that someone's drowing in the middle of the lake you go to the middle and get them out
11. What is your mom really good at?
making colored cookies or cupcakes
12. What is your mom not very good at?
catching birds because you never do
13. What does your mom do for her job?
clean
14. What is your mom's favorite food?
pizza with chicken that has hot sauce
15. What makes Mommy proud of you?
when I get my homework done on time
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Bakugan
17. What do you and your mom do together?
playing bingo and scratching off a ticket on the computer
18. How are you and your mom the same?
both have brown eyes
19. How are you and your mom different?
one is bigger one is small or you could put the girl is big and the boy is small
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
because she lets me tickle her

Interview with Corey.......

Corey, age 7 (Asked him these questions on February 27, 2009)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
Do you want to eat supper?
2. What makes mom happy?
when I help you do the dishes
3. What makes mom sad?
when we don't do our homework
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
say funny jokes
5. What was your mom like as a child?
what were you like?
6. How old is your mom?
38 (typed in by Corey)
7. How tall is your mom?
I don't know, how tall are you?
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
go on the computer
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
do chores
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
being funny
11. What is your mom really good at?
typing
12. What is your mom not very good at?
doing notes that are separated on guitar hero
13. What does your mom do for her job?
wash the dishes and clean
14. What is your mom's favorite food?
pork chops
15. What makes Mommy proud of you?
doing my homework
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Mary from Mary had a Little Lamb
17. What do you and your mom do together?
play Monopoly Jr.
18. How are you and your mom the same?
we both like to play games
19. How are you and your mom different?
one is a girl, one is a boy
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
cause you always smile at me

Interview with Bradley.......

Bradley, age 13 (Asked him these questions on March 1, 2009)
1. What is something mom always says to you?
go to bed
2. What makes mom happy?
taking pictures
3. What makes mom sad?
everything
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
tell jokes
5. What was your mom like as a child?
I have no clue
6. How old is your mom?
39 (close, my birthday is on Wed.)
7. How tall is your mom?
a little taller than me
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
take pictures
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
how am I supposed to know if I'm not around?
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
photography
11. What is your mom really good at?
photography
12. What is your mom not very good at?
keeping songs out of her head
13. What does your mom do for her job?
housemother
14. What is your mom's favorite food?
shrimp
15. What makes Mommy proud of you?
my intelligence
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
no clue
17. What do you and your mom do together?
answer questions like these
18. How are you and your mom the same?
both have mustache and chin hair (thanks a million, Brad!)
19. How are you and your mom different?
my mom has more facial hair (I think a grounding is due! lol)
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
you do crap for me (nice, real nice Brad)

Interview with Trevor......

Trevor, age 19 (I asked him these questions on March 7, 2009 as part of a note on Facebook.)

1. What is something mom always says to you?
be careful
2. What makes mom happy?
being careful
3. What makes mom sad?
not being careful (I see a pattern her, smart allec!)
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
telling me something stupid
5. What was your mom like as a child?
I don't know I wasn't there
6. How old is your mom?
39
7. How tall is your mom?
5' 9" (close, 5' 7")
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
facebook
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
I don't want to know
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
photography
11. What is your mom really good at?
photoshop
12. What is your mom not very good at?
fixing cars
13. What does your mom do for her job?
sits on her butt all day (Thank you, Trevor. Lovely, just lovely.)
14. What is your mom's favorite food?
haddock
15. What makes Mommy proud of you?
that I finally got my license
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Stimpy (??? oh geez, Trevor!)
17. What do you and your mom do together?
nothing
18. How are you and your mom the same?
we both like to listen to music and funny stuff
19. How are you and your mom different?
the kind of music we listen to
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
because she tells me she does

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Happy Birthday to me.....

Yes, today is my birthday. Do I have to tell you how young I am? Ok, I'm 39, but I don't feel 39. I'm not really sure how old I feel, I just know it's not 39. Confused? Age does funny things to you. *wink*

It's been quite the day, to say the least, but no real celebration. I'm ok with that. :) I'm hoping to talk Dennis into going out to eat this weekend. (I'm pretty good at getting what I want. lol) Tonight was just too busy.

I'm not sure what's going on, but I've been having many thoughts about many things lately. Today, "Big Rich" Ahner was on my mind. I'm not sure how many years it's been since his passing, but I know that he is missed. I think of him today, on my birthday, because of what he told me on the way to my sister and (now ex, and since passed away) brother-in-law's wedding reception. We got on the subject of birthdays and he asked me when mine was. I said, "March 4th", and he replied with, "that's a command". Huh? I didn't get it at first, until he spelled it out... March Forth. Of course, I thought that was neat, and have remembered that ever since (1991). Rest in peace, Rich.

My dad and brother were here for a little bit this afternoon. I was talking to my dad, not too long ago about pictures. I was telling Dennis about the awesome camaro dad had and how I remember when he brought it home. He made an amazing transformation! (Yes, my dad is THAT good with cars!) So, today he brought out a photo album and told me I could scan the pictures for myself.

The pictures aren't just of his camaro. There are other pics in there that really had the memories flooding back. Good memories. My dog and her puppies, the skinny and scrawny me (oh that was sooooo long ago! LOL), dad's gas station, and of course, his cars. I remember the '56 Chevy and when it got hit. Oh, dad was upset, to say the least. I'm hoping to get the pics scanned sometime tomorrow and I'll post some.

I just have to laugh at today. It was so funny that dad was here and wished my brother a belated birthday. Ted's birthday was Feb. 7th. I didn't have the heart to tell dad that today was my birthday. The poor guy has always had a hard time remembering birthdays. I'm not sure where I got it from, but birthdays seem to be one of the only things I can remember. LOL (I'm different, that's for sure.)

I texted my sister, Chrissy, today and found out that Glenn is recovering. The poor man is in pain, but he's alive. Thank you, God. ** I don't think I got to post that Glenn had open heart surgery yesterday. Had he not gone to the hospital when he did, he would not be with us today. He had 3 blockages, 80, 90, and 100% blockages. The boys and I have cards with well wishes to be mailed to him, but of course, Dennis misplaced the stamps he just bought last week. I'll be going to the post office tomorrow. (That way, after I buy more, we'll find the lost ones. lol) Glenn could be home as soon as Friday or Saturday. I am just amazed by all of it. That was a major surgery!

I'm just getting ready to head off to bed now. And, I have to laugh some more. The cats were so quiet up until just minutes ago. Now, they are batting noisy things around on the linoleum. Ha ha!! (I love them dearly, so they get away with just as much as the kids!)

Just in case you are not aware, tomorrow would be Andy Gibb's birthday. (More memories flashing back.) When I was young, he was my idol. One year, I even sent him a birthday card with a note saying that mine was so close to his. ROFLOL

And, keep in mind, and mark your calendar. The 26th of this month is Kenny Chesney's birthday! (I'm like a kid again!) (And, Lisa M., I remember that it is also your birthday that day! )

Well, I am calling it a day. I am very tired.

Monday, March 02, 2009

March certainly is coming in like a lion.....

It's just been a weird sort of day for me today. Last night, we watched the school closings and delays scrolling across the bottom of the tv screen, hoping for at least a delay. NOTHING.

This morning, when we woke up, it was snowing and windy. The weatherman said the storm missed us. The snow got heavier and heavier. If you don't have snow where you live, I guess it would be hard for you to imagine. When I'd look out of my window, I just felt as if I were in a snowglobe. The snow didn't come straight down, due to the wind, I guess. It just kind of floated around and there was so much of it.

Bradley didn't want to go to school. Nothing unusual. He'd feel the same way if the sun was shining too bright. *wink* We were glued to the tv screen this morning, fingers crossed, but as the time got closer to leave, we knew there would be no delay or cancellation. Brad boarded the bus, and off he went.

About an hour later, Corey and Collin were to head off. Dennis stayed home today in anticipation of this "big storm", so I had him drive the boys to the end of the driveway. By this time, the snow was REALLY coming down! He took them down and told me that he was going to take a little ride to see how the roads were and he'd possibly go in to work anyway.

As the bus pulled up and my boys hopped out of Dennis' car, the bus driver opened his window. He told Dennis that the schools would be letting out early. HUH? Then WHY did they send them in the first place???? I should've just kept the boys home, but they really wanted to go. Today is Dr. Seuss's birthday and they have a celebration planned at school.

Dennis took a little ride and found that the highway was better than our road, but since the snow didn't seem to be letting up, he wasn't going to chance going to work. There are too many big hills on his way.

The boys all came home, safe and sound, and it almost instantly stopped snowing. The sun even came out. The wind didn't really die down and the snow on the ground was blowing everywhere. I feel so bad for those kids that had to walk to and from school today. It was bitterly cold out there!

Tomorrow, there is no snow in the forcast (thankfully), but the temps are going to really dip down. With the wind chill, it is supposed to feel like 10 below! Ugh!

I've been watching the tv screen for a while, and still no delay. Many other schools are having a delayed start tomorrow. Of course, by morning, things could change, at least I hope so, for the "walkers'" sakes.

I've had many thoughts cross my mind today. Some good, some bad. I'm experiencing technical difficulties with our new computer. I can't wait for a fresh start tomorrow. I'm hoping for a less stressful day and I'm keeping Glenn in my prayers as he goes in for open heart sugery in the morning. Chrissy is in my prayers too, as she has to try to slow down her workaholic husband. Love you, little sister! :)