Winn-Dixie

I usually go to Winn-Dixie because its the closest grocery store to my house. The prices may not be a reasonable as some of the other stores, but I go there anyway. And complain about the prices while I am there. Don't get me wrong, sometimes they do have some good specials; and believe me I jump on them. But lately they have been having some really GOOD deals. They call them "Meal Deals." They range from pizzas to hams. If you purchase the "featured item" you get 4 pre-determined items for free. Well this week I purchased a spiral glazed ham and recieved a tub of macaroni and chees, a half gallon of Breyers Ice Cream, a 2 liter coke product, and a pack of Hawaiian King rolls. All for just $21.00!! Now that's a deal. When I see one of Winn-Dixie's "meal deals" I jump on it. I'm trying to feed a family of 5 and it helps save a little money. Kudos to Winn-Dixie on this one.

Lisha

Why??

Have you ever just wondered why? I don't have any regrets, just sometimes I look back and wonder why? If it is meant for me to know, God will show it to me.

Just a little bit of what was on my mind.

Made a Mistake

I just realized I made a mistake. The kids have all been a little under the weather, so I went and bought a new thermometer to check their temps. Well somehow I showed them what to do with it and now every 5 minutes they are checking their own temps, to see if they are sick. I wish I had never shown them how to use it. All I hear now is "Beep (as the thermometer comes on)! Am I sick now Mommy? Beep (As the the thermometer goes off)!

On a another note... Darrick found ET on HBO OnDemand and decided to let the kids watch it. They LOVED it. Sarah loved it so much she got up this morning and watched it again. Any time she had to move away from the tv she would say "Pause it Mommy, so I don't miss anything." Mind you she just watched it yesterday. While watching it she would tell me what was going to happen or say something like "you've got to see this Mommy, Watch! Watch! Watch! Did you see that?" I thought it was SOOOO cute. Smiling just thinking about it now.

As you can see there is not much to my days. :)

Lisha

Klutz...

So I decided to play softball with my church's team. Mind you I have never played one day of softball in my entire life. The only experience I have had with a softball was tossing one with my friend back in high school and get a nice kisser for my efforts.

When I told my husband and the rest of my family they all said the same thing, "What, with your two left feet? You know you just twisted your ankle. You don't know anything about softball!" And I said its for fun, and I'm going to do it. Well last Monday was our first practice, and it went pretty well. No injuries, and I even did half way decent out there. I left feeling really good about playing. Yesterday was our second practice...

I get out there all ready to play and have a good practice again. While warming up it happened. No, I didn't re-twist my ankle, I took a softball to the face. The chin to be exact. It hit me pretty hard, but it didn't feel anything like when I was hit back in high school. I felt my jaw pop, so I just kind of slapped it back in place, shook it off and kept on warming up. Well during practice I felt my chin and could feel that it was swollen a little; and it kept tingling during practice. But me being me, kept on practicing. By the time practice was over, it was really hurting. Noone said anything during practice so I didn't think it was that bad.

Well when I got home my husband said it was HUGE. He called my mom and they had a good laugh at my expense, which didn't really bother me. They both said I needed to stop playing, and I said no. Well I finally looked at it and it was HUGE and hurting pretty bad. I finally decided to go to the hospital after talking to my friend who is a nurse. On a side note: I didn't want to go to the same hospital I went to for my ankle because nowadays, if you go with too many injuries they start making notes, and my friend said they would suspect domestic violence, and we all know that didn't happen, I'm just a true klutz. Luckily it wasn't broken, because I sure didn't want to get my mouth wired shut. But it did continue to grow. By the time I went home I looked like Shrek. I had an awful time sleeping, make that trying to sleep, and I am dead tired this morning. As soon as the kids get out for school, I am going to try to get some more sleep.

Here's to being a Klutz.

Can Anyone Please Explain

This last week the kids have been out for Spring Break. It was very uneventful and relaxing. I just have one question... Why when it is time to get ready to go back to school, do two of the kids decide to get sick with the "krud?" I am trying to get them well so they can go back tomorrow, but as you know you can't rush these things (or at least I can't anyway). If anyone can explain this phenomenon, please let me know.

Lisha

Ouch!

Well yesterday was supposed to be any other Friday, but that just didn't happen. While I was out with Sarah, we did our usual thing of racing to the car. This race was a tie, but crazy me decided I wanted to beat a 5 year old, and jumped for the win. Weeeelll...that just didn't work. I wound up on the ground after twisting my ankle. Trying to get, I almost blacked out and my ears started ringing. After I made it to it took me a minute to get myself together. While trying to get myself together, all Sarah was saying was, "Mommy you need to close the door, you need to close the door." I had promised her a snack from the store, so I guess she really wanted it. Luckily it wasn't my driving foot since I had to go and pickup my husband. I ended up at the hospital. Luckily it wasn't broken, just sprained. I am now in a wrap and gel splint, and on crutches. So much for my uneventful day. That's what I get for trying to beat a 5 year old.

Sarah, The Hero

Early this morning Sarah, my youngest daughter (age 5) came in my room. This is a usual occurrence, since I am the mother of an insomniac. She informed me that my son, Cam'Ron (who is an asthmatic) couldn't breathe or move. Since it was 10 to 3, I just kind of waved her off and said, "He'll be okay, now go back to bed." It took me a minute to soak in what she had told me, and when it did, I immediately got up. By then he was crying and crawling into my room saying he couldn't breathe. I then immediately got his medicine and began our process. I hate to think what would have happened if Sarah had not gotten up and told me what was wrong with her brother. I know that God had a hand in making sure she was able to wake me up and tell me what was going on. I am so thankful! She is a hero in my book! I love you and I am so proud of you!

Love, Mommy