Christmas Week

We had a very very busy but fun week last week. I am tired and at my first day back at work 1/2 sick and some how I bit the underside of my tongue and burned the roof of my mouth. All in all, it is going well I think!

Jagger had about 10 Christmas's, and after that, we stopped trying to count and about 8 of which was just with mine and Clints families. He got a ton of stuff again and so did we. I wonder what we will have to do to make people understand to STOP buying stuff for us. I think next year we are going to suggest drawing names for more than just the siblings. Clint has 4 other siblings and that isn't counting their kids or significant others. So after you calculate 6 grandparents...it gets to be too much to haul home and way too much money spent! I would rather them take the money they were going to spend on me and donate it to someone.

Speaking of doing good....we finally were able to go back to the Grand Saline cememtery and look at "Baby Grands" new headstone. I know that it is kind of a morbid thing to get excited about, but we were completely heartbroken when we realized that everyone had just forgotten about a child that was found in a road ditch. Jagger has really taken to us stopping and putting flowers out or a stuffed animal. I want to show him that if you see something you don't like, don't wait around for someone else to change it. There isn't anything wrong with trying to correct the situation. We got some pictures, but I don't know how to load them, so if you have a myspace you can see them there...if you don't have one get one and search for me www.myspace.com/aka_nikkioglesby

I have been trying to get motivated for school to start back up on Jan. 5th. I am more excited that I won't have to travel so much and I can hopefully start running again. We will see, but my goal is to do some 1/2 marathons or atleast the 5K we walk every year for Susan G. Komen. I know 5K isn't far, but it can be when you are out of shape! I am also hoping that with a little bit more free time, I will be able to get involved with a charity I have been wanting to participate in for some time now. C.A.S.A. I would love to be a child advocate. Hopefully I will be able to set some ground work down for my future with this organization now or atleast find out where I am suppose to be in this crazy old world. Well, thanks for reading and have a Happy New Year!

This year

Well, this year is wrapping up to an end faster than I can wrap my presents. I have realized that even though everything seems to stay the same day by day, there will be a time that you look back, and everything has changed. There has been a lot of changes in the past year...day by day. I have started a new school...from TJC to UT Tyler, now from UT Tyler to Portland State University...GO VIKINGS! lol...if I get accepted.



We started this year riding our dirtbikes every weekend with a group of really good guys...to losing one to a dirtbike accident. He was the glue that held us together, pushed me in my faith, taught me a lot about riding and not to be a chicken in anything I did. He didn't listen to my excuses, he normally called me out, and I still do not believe he is gone. By losing him, I also learned to pick up the phone when I think of someone and call them then instead of saying, "Oh later". You see, Butch called me on the Thursday before he passed, but I was "too busy" to answer (which was something I never did because I always had time for Butch-daddy), little did I know, that would have been the last time I would have talked to him. He was 64 and out rode and out lived us all. He raced his whole life and at 64 was still running over the younger competition. That reminds me when I hear a lot of people say they don't want to start school or fulfill their life dreams because they are too old, Butch wasn't too old to get back on his bike after 10 years of not riding and was showing everyone that Butch Lawrason was back. RIP Butch.



On the other hand, Jagger was tested for the academy. He is in a magnet school now and will test again in January. This reminds me of just the opposite of what Butch taught me...that no matter how young you are, it is never too soon to start your future. If you don't do it now, then you will soon become one of the people that say they can't because life passed them by. Should have, would have, could have. If you fail, don't stress, but keep working. Your purpose will reveal itself in ways you never expected. If you say nothing, do nothing, then you will be nothing. Challenge yourself to go 2 steps farther than you planned even when life knocks you back 4 steps.

In all of this, I have noticed that I stress too much on the little things. Stressing on the little things keeps you from accomplishing the bigger ones. When I realized that I needed to leave my current university, I realized that I didn't know what to do or where to go, but after a month of doing nothing, then a month of freaking out.....I remembered God is good and even if I can't get in this semester to PSU, I have some other classes I can take until my application process is complete. Plus, there is something bigger than me working right now and I just have to relax and let it happen, but not get lazy or too comfortable because as quickly as it was answered, it can be changed. God has it planned out but I do not know when or how the changes will come. All I can do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

I noticed that when I think life is going poorly it is that the bad things that keep me humble. A lot of people ask God "God, show me my purpose in life...." but they soon follow that up with "...but only if it fits into this life I want, or as long as it fits in with the education I think I needed." Stop asking for God to work out your plans, but be open to ALL of his plans. Even when I finish my degree in Criminal Justice / Spanish and go into something unrelated, there was something I learned, or someone I met along the way that is going to mold what I do for someone else. There is someone out there that needs you and we have to stop trying to force our agendas. WHOA let me get off this soap box and finish studing for my test! I feel like I am starting to ramble a bit.

12-04-07 This day is over

You might be thinking why I called this blog this day is over, because it in fact has just begun. I am not talking about the present day, or yesterday but the fact that there are certain things that people just do not do anymore. Things that our grandparents would be turning in their graves over. Over the past, oh lets say year, I have been to about 6-8 weddings, wedding showers, baby showers and yes, even funerals. Out of all of these, I have received about 2 thank you cards. Anyone that knows me knows that I take great pride and careful planning in my gifts, especially if we are very close. Many of them handmade, imperfections and all, but made with love. I sit nervously while you open my gifts in hopes that they are perfect for the recipient. I have even been known to send a little package of cards with my gift just to do two things.....1. Hoping the new mother or bride does not have to make so many trips to pick them up, and 2. To send a hint that this should be done. I am not expecting a thank you card and do not keep count, but let me tell you why this should be done. Any woman that has been or ever been or is going to a shower, look around at the elderly women that attend. They are the ones that expect it. They are the ones that know that there are certain things that should be done in this world. They are the ones that still cook from scratch and hand writes every letter that is sent from their homes, no matter how shaky their handwriting is. I don't know exactly who has or who hasn't send me a card, but when I don't get one, I know these ladies didn't either. Good luck getting them attends your next venture celebration. They do keep count and they do take note. ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
After my wedding, I sat and hand wrote over 300 thank you cards, and I couldn't do it all myself. I have seen brides take initiative and have their guest write their own return envelope; this is a great way to ensure that you don't have to bear all of the responsibility and time consuming efforts. But, sometimes that is called for. I even recruited Clint, my dear sweet husband, to carefully write out a few themselves. People love to see that Clint sat down, no matter how much he dreaded it and write those notes. Even with his sloppy "man-writing". He understood, that I didn't want to be there writing those any more than he did and he did a great job. I got a card yesterday in the mail from someone that got married in July. This is perfectly acceptable too. The first few months of marriage are a whirl wind and I was surprised to see it come. The longer you go, the less likely you are to send them out. I have even gotten a thank you card from the help/flowers for yes.....a funeral! If grieving people can send out thank you cards, how come happy people can't?
When you don't send out thank you cards, this shows that maybe you don't expect me to send you one either.....this makes me wonder how much love is involved when you sent me gifts, because you don't expect one from me. Maybe you don't see the love in the blankets that these elderly women give you. Maybe you don't know what it takes to make something so detailed. Maybe you just don't care. Just anyone that reads this, please reconsider that there are certain traditions that should be cherished.

3-11-08 I just want to make a statement....

Not too long ago a woman with a small child (1 small child) told me that she didn't see how I did it.....working full time and going to school full time, being married, with a step child. She tells me she works with a child, but I have only known her to stay at home. REALLY? Her husband has his own business and they make a ton of money.....enough that she does the paper work but has time to do everything and anything she wants. You don't see how I do it? I have sometimes been guilty of doing too much and spreading myself too thin that it at times causes quite a strain on my home life then when you add my husband going to school too, it can make things a lot worse or can make us so busy that we don't realize we have been lacking in adult time one on one. I personally feel like I do not do enough. I a lot of the time, I feel like I am always going, but not making an impact on someones life like I really want to. I feel like I should be influencing someone instead of focusing on myself. (even though, focusing on myself right now means I will greatly help others later) I realize that there may or may not be something missing in my life because I have no kids but that is because we have decided not to have kids that will be with a sitter all day and our parents all night until we get home from school, because school isn't something we are willing to give up on, even being 27 and 28 years old. The real accomplishments are the single mothers that work full time and go to school full time because they realize that the might be missing out now, but they will be able to provide so much later when their children are old enough to appreciate it. The mothers that stay at home to make sure their children learn from the best and become well rounded people and not a cancer on society. I am about to volunteer my time for hopefully Smith County Juvenile Services but I wanted to do that anyway....I am just currently enrolled in a class that is requiring it. These kids will be products of their environment. So how do we judge that we are doing too much or when do we know that we are admired by the people we want to be the most like. If I had kids of my own, I better be able to stay at home. Isn't staying at home with your kids suppose to be the most precious and most wanted times of our lives? So why is this woman that is basically a stay at home mom telling me she admires me? I am not trying to bring her down by trying to build me up, because I really don't think she would ever read this.....but why am I "doing so much?"

3-24-08 What chew talkin’ bout Willis?

Ok, after about a year and a half of searching...I finally found the Chinese Crested puppy I have always been dreaming of. First off, Kenyon was the nicest lady I have ever met and she agreed to meet me an hour closer because I was driving 4 hours...so this cut my trip by two. Clint was "less than thrilled" about this new addition to our house. He had at one time allowed Priscilla to be an inside dog but that only lasted a few months because well.....Beagles shed worse than any dog on the planet. So, knowing that I already wanted a hairless Chinese Crested....I started working my magic! These dogs normally start anywhere from $800 to $1500 and even go as high as $2500! I knew I would never get one, but I kept searching anyway. I found Willis! He was perfect! (and affordable no where near the $800 starting point.)I wanted a grey, white/black one from the start. If you dont know about these dogs, they are some of the most loving dogs ever. They are lap dogs that where used in Africa in the 1700’s as bed warmers. THey come in two varieties....with hair (powder puff) and hairless. Normally they get all their teeth and usually loose the front ones so their tongues hang out. Willis didn’t get his front teeth, but can still eat dry food. He will get to be about 8 lbs. They dont need bathes every week, just wipe them with baby wipes, no shedding, and since no teeth, no chewing. I "get" to buy him clothes for the winter and need to put sunscreen on him for the summer so his little hiney doesn’t get burned! LOL! I love him so much already and can’t wait for him to get "ugly" Just remember " Real dogs don’t wear fur" lol.

9-10 Friendship isn’t always knowing someone.

So, yesterday, I got a call that surprised me to say the least. It was from someone I know I haven't talked to in months...several several months. It wasn't even someone I really even knew. It was an acquataince that I had met only a handfull of times, and really didn't even know her last name. I was shocked but pleasantly surprised to hear from her. Except, I knew why she was calling and that made me alittle uncomfortable. Soon, I had to deal with the fact that she was clearly more troubled by the call that I was.
She, she had lost her husband not long after I met her. I had written her with my number to tell her that I was sorry for her loss and to please call if she needs anything. Her husband hasn't been gone that long in the grand scheme of life and I don't like a lot of people take that offer I gave her seriously enough and I think when people say "Call me if you need anything" do not ever give it a second thought when they say it too. Maybe that is why the hurting do not do it because they know it is just lip service. When she called me on Tuesday (or was it Monday?) I knew, she did. I wanted her to call me if she needed help, someone to talk to, someone to cry to, someone to just come sit in quiet. I was so glad to hear from her.
Well, she did, out of the blue and I was estatic! Long story short, she told me that it was nice to talk to someone that didn't know them very well because all she had was close family and friends and sometimes she didn't want to duel on her loss. Sometimes she wanted to talk about other things to help get her mind off something that was constantly there. I haven't had a really close loss, in the family I mean, but I kinda got it. She told me that conversations with friends / family before the death of their loved one was cheerful and always never a pause or awkward silence, and now that is all it seems to be. It was nice talking to someone that wanted to know more about where she grew up, her kids and life experiences she had. Her husband isn't talked about because he isn't here physically, but because he was there before. I just hope all of you that read this, reach out to someone that may be in need, because you never really know who that is or when they need it.

9-26 I want to see her...because I never met her

First, let me say this. I am and my mother is of sound mind. I know you won't believe me, but I swear it is true. There are a couple of declarations that I need to throw out here, but they will make sense later in this post. 1. My parents do not smoke. 2. My mother doesn't drink at all, and my father just has one or two. 3. My mother doesn't allow anyone to smoke in their house. 4. This house that they live in was previously owned by a non-smoker as well. 5. This started about 5 years ago when they moved in. ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Now. Lets get started. It will take some explaining but you will get it in the end, and I will try to make this as painless as possible. My mother's parents are both dead. My grandmother who was from ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />England died a few months before my birth, and my grandfather died a month before my wedding. So, he has been gone for more than 5 years and all of his siblings are deceased as well for over 20 years.
Not long after my parents moved into their current house, we started having Thanksgiving regularly there, my aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. This wasn't a family that spent a lot of time together over the years, and after my grandfathers passing we decided that they are very important. Mom's second bedroom is where either my sister spends the night or my Aunt stays. It is far down a long dark hallway from the rest of the house. Jagger stays in that room and I have to tell you, if I had to stay in it, I would sleep in the living room. SCARY! Mom goes and stays in there when dad snores too loudly.
Mom has been awakened by the feeling that someone is sitting on the bed, when my dad was still working nights. I asked her if this scared her and she said no. She has been woken up with the hallway lights on while her dog was growling in bed, while she was home alone. I just couldn't get it.
Anyway, my mom, my sister, and my aunt have all at different times woke up because of the smell of cigarette smoke. Last Thanksgiving they were talking about it when my mom said that is the only place in the house she smelled it except once in the kitchen. I told mom that someone must have smoked in that house and it was just coming through the vents when the heater kicked on....and she looked at ME like I was crazy. Oh well. That day there was a crock-pot that my cousin Kathy had left. We were going to be seeing her in the next couple of weeks to do some Christmas shopping so mom washed it and put the lid on it and set it on the counter out of the way. I saw it with my own eyes. When my mom told me to get it out of the back seat, I saw it. Inside the pot with the lid ON was some cigarette ashes. Crazy!!!
This is where it all comes together. Last night mom was telling me about how the night before; dad had fallen asleep on the couch. When he came to bed about 3:30, she was awake (very light sleeper) and she told him "You don't have to be quiet, I am awake". So dad drifted back asleep and started snoring like always. Mom had enough and was headed down to the extra room. The hallway was lit enough to see. Down this hallway are picture frames that hold my grandfathers pictures and pilots' patches and my grandmothers British Women's Air Force pictures. A memorial. So, she was walking down the hallway, and there stood her mother. She said "Mother?" and my grandmother just smiled. Mom turned around and there stood my grandfather's sister, Lorena. Mom said "Aunt Lorena?" and then she turned back to her mom and said "You both are dead, does that mean I am dead too?" At that second, they disappeared. Mom thought she had died in her sleep, which scares me to death. As I talked to her, I asked her if she was scared or how she feels about it now. She said that she wasn't and isn't scared. I believe in ghosts....but, I want them to visit me. That sounds scary, but I want to see the women I never knew. We never really experienced anything like this. Oh and why do we care if we smell smoke and find ashes? Because my grandmother smoked heavily. That whole side of the family did. That is what they did in the 40's because there wasn't much else to do.

Oct 1 Your not completely dead until your forgotten about

Sunday, we had a few minutes to kill before we took Jagger back to Wills Point to meet his mom. We decided that we would stop in at the Grand Saline cemetery to see if a friend of mine had their headstone yet. Which, they did. This cemetery is very well kept with the graves blanketed in ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />St. Augustine grass and no trash to be found.
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I remembered in 2002, there had been a baby found in the ditch somewhere around Grand Saline, and they never found the parents, if you want to call them that, or the persons responsible. I will never forget how the community came together and declared this child as "their child" and the "town's baby". The last few times we have been out there…we would always go by to visit this grave of the child named "Baby Grand".

Last Sunday, I saw something that just broke my heart and I could tell it crushed Jagger as well. This grave had at one time had some flowers and stuffed animals. They were still there in fact, but they were shredded to pieces….with legs flung on other graves, and grass that was knee high. Who ever had been tending this grave had mowed over the animals and never came back because it hasn't been mowed in forever! I immediately started getting upset.

Monday, I called the funeral home that directed over this child's burial. They told me that they were sorry for the lack of care taken on this grave. Clint, Jagger and I had decided on Sunday, that we would start coming through every other week and put out flowers, pulling weeds etc. I had already decided to put a fund together to put out a small head stone. After all, this at one time was the towns baby, but I see now how the town feels towards their children. When I told the funeral director of my plans, he told me he would get back to me on prices.

Finally, after calling the owner of the funeral home several times, because he is a very busy man, I got my response. The funeral home is going to take care of everything. I was so happy. No one is ever completely dead until they are forgotten. I did not want this child to go unforgotten. The small metal marker wasn't going to be enough to remind people that there are laws in place such as the Moses Law / Safe Haven Law keeping parents from throwing their new babies into garbage bins, toilets, or the ditch. Instead they can drop them off with no questions asked at fire stations, police stations, and hospitals. That got me to thinking. There signs that say "Safe baby site", but I do not see them locally. If they are there, they may not be in places that I see. Next time I got to town, I will go look….but in the mean time, visit this site: http://www.religioustolerance.org/saf_have.htm

I do not tell you this story for any kind of recognition…and actually almost didn't blog about it. But I realized that sometimes we hesitate looking into something that we feel passionate about because we are too afraid it will take up too much of our time or money to get them done. But more times than not, all we have to do is ask and someone might be willing to help. I hope everyone that reads this realizes that sometimes we get into too much of a routine of only doing what benefits us or we chose not to do something because we might be "put out" for a small amount of time or effort. There is a lot more that can be done behind the scenes to make someone's life smoother. This child may not ever know what it has meant to me, but maybe someone that is thinking about abandoning their child may run across that grave and seeing the tiny market could encourage them to take responsibility or change their mind about abandon it at all.

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I normally blog on myspace, so today I am going to move them over here for everyone to read. Hope it doesn't get too overwhelming! Enjoy!

Thanksgiving!

Well, I know that I have slacked off my blogs, but I didn't know anyone read them until Saturday. I thought since I am currently on hold with the phone company, this might be a good time to start back up. A lot has gone one since my last blog. Jagger turned 10 and Thanksgiving came and went WAY too fast. Thursday was turkey day and I have so much to be thankful for. I have a ton that God has blessed me with. I got to see Clint's family that day and since his parents are divorced, that is an all day event. I am getting used to all the running we do but it can still be tough. Lukily, his family are all in the same town, so we don't have to go far. Clint has two cousins that recently had baby girls, so it was fun getting to cuddle with the newborns.

Moms Thanksgiving was the hit is usually it. I get to see my Aunts /Uncles and cousins that some I see and some I don't. There was a new addition on that side too and she is gorgeous. I am so glad to get to see everyone because I get to laugh like we used too when we were kids. Games get played, football gets watched, kids get tickled and I get my mothers dressing!

This year mom, sissy and I woke up for the Black Friday sales.....I have never done this, and will not do it again. I didn't get anything cheap enough to make it worth it....just a few movies and some clothes and too many cranky shoppers. I did get Clint a special gift this year.....CLINT, IF YOU READ THESE BLOGS (which I know he doesn't) STOP READING NOW! I got him a new harmonica. Yes, he plays it, so I got him a bigger one and a new book.

Well, I guess I am off to buy a new washer and dryer....ours is going out...so Merry Christmas to me.

New School Semester!

And it isn't going as planned....but then I remembered...when does it go as planned? After spending 2 days driving back and forth to UT Tyler...I finally got registered for Fall 2008. I picked my major as Criminal Justice and my minor is Spanish. Since most people choose sociology (which I love) or psychology...I decided to do something different and my advisor was VERY excited that I did. Anyway. I only was able to get into ONE class! That stinks! I am used to taking 4-5 at any given time, but I guess this will help me adjust and get into the swing of a new school. Who knows.....

Well, Clint and I are moving our church letter to my old church...Hainesville Baptist Church. We are so excited and really love the preacher. We have been welcomed with open arms...unlike the last church where you MIGHT get a wave from a familiar face. Everyone is so happy to have us. We have already build several relationships with the preacher, young adult teacher, and a couple other members. I can't wait. It is so funny because Jagger isn't too keen (for some reason) on joining the youth so he sits in the congregation with us. The elderly ladies are like "But they have punch and cookies"....I remember that punch and cookies from when I was little but they were home made then, so there might not be much to miss now because the ladies that made them are either dead or bed ridden. We are not a very closed couple. That means, Clint and I will tell you of our not so great moments and laugh about them later. Most would sweep it under the rug or try to not talk about it but not us...we don't hid anything. We have been going to Hainesville for a few weeks and the preacher is already repeating our stories in good humor, but of course not telling the congregation who it is. I guess there isn't any better form of flattery, but it is still funny because it catches us off guard, and then we are like "Wait! He got that from us!"

I am starting to dislike weekends...

because I am so tired on Mondays! Friday night started with us rushing to Tyler to attend my graduation from TJC. I was excited, but not really because it isn't like I am done. I still have two more degrees to get before I would even consider being done...my bachelors and my masters. I did it for my parents though. We went to eat at Fat Catz and itwas awesome! The service was slow and forgetful, but oh well...I was there with my family. Mom, dad, Jagger, Clint, Clint's mom and stepdad and his grandmother "Maw". She is a hoot. She wanted to ditch the family and go to the bar next door. Oh Maw-sie.....what would I do without you?! This is the grandmother that gets the law called on her for shooting squirrels out of her trees with a .22......so you might say? She lives in the city limits. She is a heck of a shot though. So Friday night we get home and I was so tired, I couldn't sleep but Willis and I stayed up til about 2 a.m. and woke up around 6 for our morning potty break. I was really tired because I had fallen asleep on the couch and Willis had pushed me off.

Saturday we spent too much at Walmart as always, but relaxed the rest of the day. We decided to go see our new nephew and visit my father in law and his wife. Cooper (nephew) is so adorable and tiny! He is 6 lbs and Bailee his sister is so excited. He slept the whole time but I didn't care. Clint wouldn't even get close to him...he says the little ones make him nervous.

Yesterday, Clint, Jagger and I went to church. I really like Hainesville Baptist Church. They will break their neck to make you feel welcome and invite you places. Hubbard Chapel wasn't like that....you walk in and you might get a wave from someone you know. Bro. Terry will hold up the line to talk to you for a while. He is excited he will be our neighbor soon because he rides 4-wheelers and was estatic to hear we had dirtbikes. We thought we were selling but since EVERYONE and their momma are selling out because of gas, we decided to keep them. I mean they are paid for and we wont get much for them because of the market right now. It was so funny when people would ask Jagger his name because he would nod his head as he said "Jagger Wright". He even got compliments for looking people in the eye when he spoke to them. You could tell he was trying to be clear when saying his name because it was all elderly people that were asking him. lol.

Last night we won our softball game 18-4. I was skeptical about our team at first, but we possibly could be the team to beat. We have won both scrimmages and the season officially starts in September. I loathe going but when I get there my attitude changes. Of course, I pulled a muscle and dove for a ball that I should have had, but the other team figured out that they dont want to hit it to me. lol. Clint plays first and I am in the outfield. I love the outfield, but I can't throw as far as I used to since my shoulder surgery and I babied it for so many years. I just wish I could play this weekend in a tournament they are having for Cents 4 Sophie. But I have a baby shower I am throwing for Clints cousin. Well, that is all for now.

Whew, I am old!

Well, it is official...I feel like crap. Clint and I decided to start on a softball team to help with a little girl named Sophie that has a brain tumor. She needs $70,000 for an experimental treatment, and no, I know the little girls family, so this isn't one of those "chain letter" things that you get where you forward or send a card and someone donates money. Anyway, in a mist of all the talk of starting a team, we decided to play on a church league...called Spur on Ministries. Now, they don't like to be considered a "cowboy" church, but why call yourself Spur on then? Anyway, that isn't the church we go to but that is another opinion Clint and I don't agree on. But until our church gets a team together we will play for them. Saturday and Sunday, Clint, Jagger and my self spent the greater part of the day in the pool because we found some water proof cards and decided to play cards in the pool. This quickly progressed into underwater cards. We would throw the cards at the bottom of the pool and you had 30 seconds to find your best five cards and played poker that way. Then we would throw all the cards to the bottom of the pool and you had to find all the cards (solitaire style) in order the fastest. That was hard and tiring. Now, I know why mom was so uncool and didn't let me go swimming on game days! We had our first softball practice last night at 6:30....and I was about dead. I layed in the outfield on my fat butt at just watched towards the end. My gosh, my arm and butt are so sore. But, I must say after 8+ years of not pitching....I still somewhat have my ability to sling one underhanded. This is the longest way to say, I am tired. Wore smooth out!

So, I have made some gifts for people that where having babies and such. I posted a few pics on my myspace and now, I am overwhelmed with people wanting to order stuff. This is great! But, I am a little worried what will happen when school gets into full swing again. I may be biting off more than I can chew. I love to decorate and create things and love love love giving hand made things for gifts. I know I don't charge for what time I have in them because I just love to do it so much. Maybe that is why they keep coming back. I may have to go up on my prices but right now I am just enjoying the time to myself making things.

Welp, since most of you don't have a myspace.

I have decided to start a blog! It doesn't take me much to decide to air my clean or dirty laundry so this should be interesting. Most of my family doesn't have a myspace so I thought if we all got together and did this, it would be a very easy way to tell what is going on from day to day, week to week or month to month. You get the idea. Even if you don't have time, you can check it whenever you think about it.

Since school is out, I don't have much to report. Although, because I become so busy with school, once it does start, I might have less to report but I will try anything twice. This summer is going on with a bang. We have Jagger for our two weeks right now and man alive has it been hot! Since we decided to get a pool we have spend a majority of our time in it playing cards. I know, I found some water proof cards. We had intentions of planting some pumpkins and fall water melons since we didn't plant a summer garden and my father in law was unable to keep me in my daily supply of melons. But, we jacked around too long to get the place tilled for the pumpkins. I have plenty for my fall decorations but none to sell/share. Last year we threw some over old ones the fence and they are growing back this year. Oh gosh, could this get any more boring? This is what I have to captivate you with for my first blog?