I was trying for a photo of my two Lucies. Couldn't get it to edit right but by golly, my lawn edited just right. By the way, that's Rebel's fescue if anyone wants to know.
Not doing too badly around here. Just the typical daughter drama. Stacy, Randa's mama, is pregnant. LIttle Randa will be 16 mo. old when the baby's born. She asked if we were mad. We told her no that we were just disappointed by her life choices. What can we do?
Nothing. She's an adult now. Making her own decisions and right or wrong, we still love her.
Sheala was driving to work a couple of weeks ago, accidently hit a rock, the rock punctered the oil pan, the engine seized and now the insurance co is totally her car. The child works at a nursing home as a cleaner for minimum wage. No money for a down payment for another car and she knows we don't have it. Medical costs have ruined us yet again. And we have insurance but that's another story at another time. I don't know what she's going to do. She feels like nothing is going right for her and I don't know what to do or say. Mark is being no help at all and yells at her about her decisions in her life. Which, I admit, some have been pretty strange.
My children have no "gumption". They still think that Mom and Dad will bail them out all the time. We can't. We won't let them be homeless or go hungry, but we can't buy cars and pay their bills for them. They don't realize that Mark is the only one working in this house and my little monthly check is gone is one day. He pays for everything. When it's gone, it's gone. Once in a while we can go somewhere on the bike. That's been only one time this year.
I just had to come here and gripe. You know, familiar people. Maybe it's the heat. We've been in the upper 90's for the past few days. Some neighboring towns have hit over 100.
Thanks for listening.
I hope our little group is doing good.
Hugz,
Karen
Sometimes I feel like the world is testing me, and the hardest thing to do is stand up and say I am strong enough!