Hi!
Hmm, where to start.... :) The past month has really been a bit of a blur to me. It feels like I never had any time at home. I just loved it, even with the worry about a job. So Saturday I went happily off to Wal-Mart to start my new job, better money than the last Wal-Mart job and it sounded like an easy time. But not so. I knew without having done it, it was to be a pretty nasty job. But thinking that and doing that are two different things. First off, no one wants to train the new girl because no one really knows what they are doing. plus litte Miss Boss everyone Around is feeling threatened. So new girl gets to do dishes and clean because she doesn't know the policies and never will because she is stuck in the back doing dishes and putting stuff away and digging through the freezer. And suddenly, a light beams from the heavens, Regions Bank calls. They have actually called 6 times since Monday. And today is Tuesday. :D I called back (also for the 6th time) and told them to call me on my home phone tomorrow and that I would not step foot outside the house until I talked to them. Holy Moly cross your fingers for me. I am shriveling up, literally. My hands can't take the dish soap. ;)
I don't know if you know this about me but I am extremely sensitive. I almost shut Facebook off because I was getting smacked every time I came on by somebody, and usually different somebodies. No I don't mean you. :) I do realize that it can sometimes be hard to determine a persons intent by what they write so I am the first one to give someone the benefit of the doubt, but sometimes there is no mistaking nasty intentions. And sometimes it is just people not realizing what they are saying. Sometimes it is LACK of intention. Anyway, after a bad day of it Sunday, I got up Monday to tons of happiness. I even got a Facebook message from my daughter-in-law saying they would either come over or go to the lake with us for the 4th of July. And today got a nice long message off Eric about his experiences in Japan. Plus positive notes from friends and relatives and a nice surprise that you had been on and written on our blog. I really have missed you too since going back to work.
Dave came home Monday night with some Hosta's for me! He and Mary had ran off to Wal-Mart to get something Mary had forgotten (now I have forgotten what it was!) and came home with them. He went out and planted them for me right away. I am a spoiled wife. :D I am still sad our well meaning friend killed my honeysuckle. (with the Poison Ivy spray) But the Hosta's have started me well on my way to recovery. ;) And the Nasturtiums are blooming even more prolifically today. I will try to manage to collect ALL the seeds and plant them all over the place next year, and send some to my favorite cousin. *hug*
I was thinking about you while waiting in the car for Mary to come out after work and I have some questions I wish you would answer or ask your Mom and answer. Such as...Why did you guys move to Parma? I remember when you did. Like your house over by the Post Office and Aunt Jackie giving me grapefruit for breakfast (yech) and your pug. Who did you have for 2nd grade at Parma? I had Mrs. Lucy but can't remember the other teachers name. I was in Mrs. Lucy's class when she had her heart attack and Kay Vaughn took over. When did you leave Parma? Did you know we graduated the same year? Can your Mom think of any stories about her Mom? Larry said Uncle Amos knew them well. What year were your parents married? Mom said Grandma Cora's hair was dark brown. It looked red or blonde in that photo. What does your Mom remember it to be? Everyone keeps saying someone was Cherokee, any idea who? Mom said there is Irish, was that the Petty's? There were a load of Parson's and Goodman's in the village where Dave comes from. :) Almost forgot the sticky one, Terry said that I was an accident. I had heard somewhere that Mom had tried for a girl. Any info on that one? Either way I am here and after the divorce she sure didn't want a girl, just trying to unfuzz the past. If you ask your Mom don't tell her you're gonna tell me, I would assume a normal person wouldn't say if it were the first one since the end result of the "accident" might not appreciate it. I look at it differently, I figure if I was an accident I must really have meant to be when and where I was! :)
You are lucky to have your family around and in and out. I know sometimes it can be...a...time consuming :) but so worth it! Love ya Bunches, don't float away!
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