Merry Christmas!

Here is a video I took of Lauren a couple of weeks ago when she found the singing Christmas squirrel.

So Sad

Last night, my mom called me and told me about an accident that happened near Farmington last week.

Apparently, these 2 young boys (around 21 years old), had come up to Farmington to see one of the boys' parents. While they were on their way back to Albuquerque they hit a patch of black ice and slid into oncoming traffic. They were then hit 3 times by other cars. I don't watch local news, because it's too depressing, so I hadn't heard about this.

The reason my mom called to tell me about this is because one of the boys (Adrian) is the son of my mom's friend. And, Adrian used to be in my mom's Sunday school class.

Adrian's parents came up to Farmington to be with him in the hospital, but the motel they were staying at was infested with cockroaches and they were running out of money and had to get back so Adrian's dad could go back to work.

So, mom asked me if I would go up to the hospital to check on him and then report back. They have tried to get in touch with a priest here in Farmington, but the Episopal Church does not have a priest anymore. So I offered to call my pastor to see if he would be willing to go see him.

I got in touch with the associate pastor at my church and he said he would definitely go to the hospital to see him and see if there is anything he needs.

I went to the hospital today to check on him. When I first walked into the room, I thought he was watching TV so I quietly said his name. Then I realized that he was asleep. I didn't want to wake him, so I left the room and told the nurses I wanted to leave a note for him.

I know they can't tell me anything about his condition being I'm not family, but I told them to please call me if there is anything he needs. I feel so bad for him being in the hospital all by himself with no family here. Especially during Christmas. All I know is that he's got a shattered leg, shattered arm, black eyes and only about 4 teeth left in his mouth.

I will probably go back up there this evening to check on him again and see if there is anything he needs....socks, pants, etc. But for now, I'm just waiting to hear from Pastor Keith to see how his visit with Adrian went.

Please pray for this young man. He is all alone in the hospital and his parents don't have the money to keep coming back here to see him.

First Post

Wow! It's been such a long time since I have even thought about making another blog. I think it will be good for me though because I tend to keep my emotions bottled up and this will be a way for me to express myself without exploding on everyone around me.

I hate to start out my blog with a complaint, but I'm just having "one of those days". I had a hard time going to sleep last night so when the alarm went off this morning, I just really didn't want to get up. When I finally pulled myself up out of bed, I realized that it was almost time to take Sean to school. When I came out of my bedroom, Sean and Lauren were sitting on the couch wating TV (both of them in their jammies). I told Sean that we were running late and he needed to hurry up and get ready for school. And then the fight started..........

I don't know what it is with that child. He absolutely HATES to be told what to do. So when I told him to go get ready for school, he gave me that look....the one that says, "I don't know what you're talking about". So I turned off the TV and told him again to go get ready. He turned the TV back on and yells "Lauren is watching cartoons!!" and took off running to his room. By the time I got there, he had slammed the door and locked it. I was furious! I started banging on the door and telling him to let me in. Of course, he didn't. So I went about my morning business and when he finally opened the door, I was standing there with a pair of pliers and a screwdriver. Yep, I took his doorknob off the door. I am so tired of him locking me out. So I put a stop to that! Of course, I'm probably going to get into trouble for doing that, but at this point I really don't care.

I finally got him in the car and off we went to school. I am so mad by this point that I'm not even speaking to him. I dropped him off and came straight home.

I just hate days like this. I feel awful for the way I acted this morning.....I acted like a teenager instead of a 32 year old woman. My enitre day has been ruined.

Christmas break starts tomorrow and I have mixed feelings about it. Two glorious weeks of sleeping in and not having anywhere to go.....but then again two weeks of fighting kids and not having anywhere to go. LOL

Okay, so I'm done with my rant.

Merry Christmas to All.