LOL......Ana doesn't think adults have chores.
My day started at actually 6:45 when Ana walks in, but I went to the nursery at 7:30. I started the process of merging the addresses for the ala-talk; a chore that always takes me a while since I can never remember exactly how I did it before. Finally I had that done, labels printed and put on 138 newsletters.
Next, it was figure out, yet again, how I print the newsletter to PDF/without purchasing that part of the PDF thingy. Finally, that's done and the newsletter is sent to those who request it via email.
All this time, constant interruptions by dear hubby asking questions I don't have answers for!!!
By now it's almost 10--yes, it took from 7:30-10:00 to get that small chore done; given the many interruptions I had.
I have to potty, grab purse and head to McComb for a Medicaid recertification for the girls. That appt. is at 10:45. It takes a good 35 minutes, sometimes longer to drive to McComb. I left at 10 and arrived over there at the office at 10:35 in spite of getting behind some slow traffic.
30-45 minutes in there taking care of that; out the door, by one bank who apparently doesn't allow walk ins and I needed my check cashed for the newsletter and stamps. By WalMart to return Stacie's license which I had to have; on to another bank to cash the check. From there, off to the post office to buy the stamps, out to car to stamp the newsletters, back into the post office to deposit them--whew, done. By McD's for a Big Mac, home, eat lunch, water house #2, answer phone, talk to customers...Terry decided to go eat supper with his mom, so he left at 2--customers still here when girls come in from school. Finally customers are gone and I start planting some 4" million bells.....did the plum, yellow, sunrise, rose star and tropical punch. Also got most of those moved into the house they go in---went to water them in and the hose wouldn't work.
Oh yes, Terry said he had to replace that hose--but he hasn't. I may have to do that tomorrow.
All this time when I take a break, I'm resending that email newsletter to one member who is having email problems. I think she finally got her email fixed.....the newsletter didn't come back, but my email to her did. Go figure!!!!!!
Then it's almost 6 and I have no customers. Stacie picks up the girls, we take care of the paper giving me the right to stand in her place today, fax it to medicaid, she leaves and so do I.
Whew-- I think it might be close to time for some supper. The weather is thundering off in the distance....so I expect we'll have some rough weather. I hope we escape serious damage though. Small towns and areas surrounding us were hit hard in the wee hours of the morning..one small town almost whiped out from a cat 4 storm/tornado.
God just keep us all safe.
Klara
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Wednesday's chores
A rainy day usually gives us time to play a bit of catch up. I started my day off by crawling around on my knees pulling the dead vinca from the 4" trays and organizing them. Then I had several flats of vinca in cell packs I had to go through and clean up, making sure all cells in a pack had a plant.
Then Terry and I pruned and loaded up 80 6" pots of million bells and carried them from the back greenhouse out to the front and put them on a table.
I then started planting tomatoes---I managed to get around 27 flats planted, tagged and all moved except for the last 7. We had several customers today in between rain showers. During some of the down time waiting while a customer browses around I watered some thirsty plants in #3.
Then Terry and I pruned and loaded up 80 6" pots of million bells and carried them from the back greenhouse out to the front and put them on a table.
I then started planting tomatoes---I managed to get around 27 flats planted, tagged and all moved except for the last 7. We had several customers today in between rain showers. During some of the down time waiting while a customer browses around I watered some thirsty plants in #3.
Tuesday's work
Yes, this time of year I'm quite tired. Yesterday I started at 8 planting some baskets. I have a basket type tomato and I also do the upside down tomato in a basket with leaf lettuce planted on top. I had the baskets mostly ready when Kokomo Head Start came for their field trip--which I had prepared for by filling a couple of flats of 4" and wetting it as we were planting carrot seeds for them. So there was an hour spent with children while Terry waited on customers.
They left and I got back to the basket job....amid customers. Then I started on a tray of tomato plants, planting them into their selling packs. This tray had 288 plants and before I got half of them planted Garner, from Garner produce in Foxworth came. He's an older man and we have to help him but he carts away 2-300 dollars worth of stuff to sell over at the produce stand.
Before he was loaded and gone another one of my wholesale customers came and we pulled and loaded 23 flats of bedding and 15 hanging baskets for him--that was all his truck would hold.
Plus taking care of the retail customers. Terry finally took off to finish the tray of tomatoes I had started while I put the girls to watering as I still had customers... ....thankfully neither of them had homework.
I finished the day off by cleaning up the flats of Vinca. Vinca is hard to grow period until it get super hot and dry, so in the cell packs we're prone to lose a number of plants. Someone has to go through and make sure all 3 cells has a plant. Then we had that after 6 customer after we had showered and were ready to leave. :)
They left and I got back to the basket job....amid customers. Then I started on a tray of tomato plants, planting them into their selling packs. This tray had 288 plants and before I got half of them planted Garner, from Garner produce in Foxworth came. He's an older man and we have to help him but he carts away 2-300 dollars worth of stuff to sell over at the produce stand.
Before he was loaded and gone another one of my wholesale customers came and we pulled and loaded 23 flats of bedding and 15 hanging baskets for him--that was all his truck would hold.
Plus taking care of the retail customers. Terry finally took off to finish the tray of tomatoes I had started while I put the girls to watering as I still had customers... ....thankfully neither of them had homework.
I finished the day off by cleaning up the flats of Vinca. Vinca is hard to grow period until it get super hot and dry, so in the cell packs we're prone to lose a number of plants. Someone has to go through and make sure all 3 cells has a plant. Then we had that after 6 customer after we had showered and were ready to leave. :)
Shandi and the Jackson Urologist
We finally had our appointment in Jackson with the urologist to discover what the abnormality was/is that showed up on the tests run on her in December.
I was not impressed with the doctor up there at all.
We saw two docs, a young one who possibly was a med student and the old ugly doctor Harman who was about as friendly as a viper.
The young one walks in, asks where is her film, we tell him, he leaves. A few minutes later he walks in and says with no explanation at all:
We recommend doing the balloon procedure again up against doing invasive surgery where we'd go in and repair the problem.
huh?
You haven't even told us WHAT the abnormality is dude.....
Oh yes, he replies--she has reflux at 1%. We scale them 1-5 and she's at 1 which indicates the balloon is deteriorating and no longer working. We hoped she'd outgrow this......we? You weren't even here when she had the first procedure done, how can you say WE?
Then he tell us Dr. Harmon will be in a few. Eventually old codger comes in and says ......we'll set up to do the balloon. Turns around and walks out!
Stacie and I just look at each other.
Then a nurse? or some woman walks in with a calendar book and says June is the earliest they can do.
I protest because Shandi will have to stay on the antibiotic until them.
She scrounges around in her handy dandy calendar and finally says.....I think we can work her in May.......how's May 20th?
I was a bit snippy when I said...Ma'am, I suppose we have to take what we can get, now don't we?
We were advised that she'd have to wait because they take the little babies first due to no food or drink after midnight.
She assured me that someone would call prior to the 20th of May to give us a time to be there. BUT, if we haven't heard from them by the week before to call up there. Yeah....I've tried that before and it takes days to actually get to the department you need.
*grins* ok, all you wanted to know was the results!!!!!!!!!!!
But the balloon procedure is really a piece of cake. They put her to sleep, insert a catheter, shoot the chemical compound that makes up the balloon into the catheter...she wakes, potties, keeps some clear liquids down and is sent home.
I was not impressed with the doctor up there at all.
We saw two docs, a young one who possibly was a med student and the old ugly doctor Harman who was about as friendly as a viper.
The young one walks in, asks where is her film, we tell him, he leaves. A few minutes later he walks in and says with no explanation at all:
We recommend doing the balloon procedure again up against doing invasive surgery where we'd go in and repair the problem.
huh?
You haven't even told us WHAT the abnormality is dude.....
Oh yes, he replies--she has reflux at 1%. We scale them 1-5 and she's at 1 which indicates the balloon is deteriorating and no longer working. We hoped she'd outgrow this......we? You weren't even here when she had the first procedure done, how can you say WE?
Then he tell us Dr. Harmon will be in a few. Eventually old codger comes in and says ......we'll set up to do the balloon. Turns around and walks out!
Stacie and I just look at each other.
Then a nurse? or some woman walks in with a calendar book and says June is the earliest they can do.
I protest because Shandi will have to stay on the antibiotic until them.
She scrounges around in her handy dandy calendar and finally says.....I think we can work her in May.......how's May 20th?
I was a bit snippy when I said...Ma'am, I suppose we have to take what we can get, now don't we?
We were advised that she'd have to wait because they take the little babies first due to no food or drink after midnight.
She assured me that someone would call prior to the 20th of May to give us a time to be there. BUT, if we haven't heard from them by the week before to call up there. Yeah....I've tried that before and it takes days to actually get to the department you need.
*grins* ok, all you wanted to know was the results!!!!!!!!!!!
But the balloon procedure is really a piece of cake. They put her to sleep, insert a catheter, shoot the chemical compound that makes up the balloon into the catheter...she wakes, potties, keeps some clear liquids down and is sent home.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Enabling
When they don't take care of what they're supposed to take care of--what do many of them do? Run to mama or daddy.
Why? Because as Robby told Stacie one time--mom and dad will always take care of it for me.
And for many years we did. While he spent his money on alcohol and drugs, going out partying, new clothes, movies, etc--we paid fines so they wouldn't come arrest him. After all, he was working. We didn't want to screw that up. Still, he never used his money to pay his obligations.
Finally one day I had enough. I refused and continue to refuse to work my ass off to hand the money over to a person perfectly capable of working and managing his money. Period.
When I married, I cut all hopes of help from my folks. True, mom did let us stay with her a month when we moved back home from the coast, just until we found a place to live.
If I wanted a home, I had to work and earn the money to rent or buy it. If I wanted to take care of my son, I had to fork over the money. If I wanted a way to go places, I had to buy it, insure it and put gas in it. If I wanted health insurance, it was up to me.
When Terry and I both quit our jobs on the same day--each not knowing the other quit--we found something to do to earn enough to pay the necessities. We didn't have any extra for non essentials--but we made it until we both found regular jobs again.
Why was it ok for us to fend for ourselves and it isn't for our kids?
I know times are rough. I know our kids have a problem==addiction. But how often have we allowed them to figure a way out of the problem they have gotten themselves into?
I know there are times when help is necessary. My grandma helped me out a couple of times when she saw a need. But, she also saw that I was doing everything I could to make it and she knew the situation was basically beyond my control. That's when we should want to help, if and when we can financially.
I don't mean to be pointing the finger at anyone who has helped their child simply because anytime a finger is pointed at anyone, there are 3 more pointing back at me. I've done it all.
But I, so far, have stopped doing it for my son. The only way he gets any money from me is to work for it and I don't pay him above average wage either.
The only way I help Stacie, is one big ticket purchase at a time for which she simply doesn't have the funds for at one time...such as 4 new tires. Then she pays that back and there is no other help until that loan is paid is off. Anything else I do, is because I want to do it and I can afford to it.
Why? Because as Robby told Stacie one time--mom and dad will always take care of it for me.
And for many years we did. While he spent his money on alcohol and drugs, going out partying, new clothes, movies, etc--we paid fines so they wouldn't come arrest him. After all, he was working. We didn't want to screw that up. Still, he never used his money to pay his obligations.
Finally one day I had enough. I refused and continue to refuse to work my ass off to hand the money over to a person perfectly capable of working and managing his money. Period.
When I married, I cut all hopes of help from my folks. True, mom did let us stay with her a month when we moved back home from the coast, just until we found a place to live.
If I wanted a home, I had to work and earn the money to rent or buy it. If I wanted to take care of my son, I had to fork over the money. If I wanted a way to go places, I had to buy it, insure it and put gas in it. If I wanted health insurance, it was up to me.
When Terry and I both quit our jobs on the same day--each not knowing the other quit--we found something to do to earn enough to pay the necessities. We didn't have any extra for non essentials--but we made it until we both found regular jobs again.
Why was it ok for us to fend for ourselves and it isn't for our kids?
I know times are rough. I know our kids have a problem==addiction. But how often have we allowed them to figure a way out of the problem they have gotten themselves into?
I know there are times when help is necessary. My grandma helped me out a couple of times when she saw a need. But, she also saw that I was doing everything I could to make it and she knew the situation was basically beyond my control. That's when we should want to help, if and when we can financially.
I don't mean to be pointing the finger at anyone who has helped their child simply because anytime a finger is pointed at anyone, there are 3 more pointing back at me. I've done it all.
But I, so far, have stopped doing it for my son. The only way he gets any money from me is to work for it and I don't pay him above average wage either.
The only way I help Stacie, is one big ticket purchase at a time for which she simply doesn't have the funds for at one time...such as 4 new tires. Then she pays that back and there is no other help until that loan is paid is off. Anything else I do, is because I want to do it and I can afford to it.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
visitation update
We had our session with the counselor yesterday, and since she's in the office with the youth court judge, I had hoped to have a chance to speak with him.
As if on cue, he came in, even though he wasn't actually working yesterday, before Stacie and I went in to update Sylvia.
I briefly explained to him the important parts of the visitation problem--snake and boxer shorts. I reiterated that we both do desire the girls have a relationship with their dad, but it needs to be a safe relationship.
He checked the computer on the last known visitation order, but unfortunately it was signed before they began putting everything in the computer. He said we couldn't get a copy of it because it's youth court and all that is confidential.
He did say, however, that if the snake and boxer short problem continues for us to contact DHS and let our caseworker start an investigation.
*duh* I hadn't thought of that, since it was concerning brief visits not permanent custody.
The girls did go visit their dad. I don't recall if I posted about that. He finally came at 10:20 on Saturday to get them. The girls said when they got to his house, the boys were elsewhere and when Michelle came in from where ever she was and discovered they were there, she left and didn't return until 11 at night, at which time she slept in the other bedroom. The boys were not present at all.
Dad brought them home at 11 on Sunday morning. So we endured 3 days of aggravation for him to have a 24 hour visit. Neat, huh?
Sylvia took extensive notes concerning the visitation saga and I carried her a copy of the details I had typed up.
Stacie, Ana and Sylvia had a good session together, working on Ana's perception that her mom loves Shan more than Ana. Sylvia doesn't get to see Stacie often, due to her work schedule--so it was good that she had this time with her.
All in all, I left feeling much confident that the visitation will be worked out for the girls best interest. I also feel that maybe now, with the knowledge that she can take steps herself via DHS to insure the girls visits with their dad are safe...Stacie will feel less fearful about Roy's threats to take the girls away from her.
And the New Year marches on.
As if on cue, he came in, even though he wasn't actually working yesterday, before Stacie and I went in to update Sylvia.
I briefly explained to him the important parts of the visitation problem--snake and boxer shorts. I reiterated that we both do desire the girls have a relationship with their dad, but it needs to be a safe relationship.
He checked the computer on the last known visitation order, but unfortunately it was signed before they began putting everything in the computer. He said we couldn't get a copy of it because it's youth court and all that is confidential.
He did say, however, that if the snake and boxer short problem continues for us to contact DHS and let our caseworker start an investigation.
*duh* I hadn't thought of that, since it was concerning brief visits not permanent custody.
The girls did go visit their dad. I don't recall if I posted about that. He finally came at 10:20 on Saturday to get them. The girls said when they got to his house, the boys were elsewhere and when Michelle came in from where ever she was and discovered they were there, she left and didn't return until 11 at night, at which time she slept in the other bedroom. The boys were not present at all.
Dad brought them home at 11 on Sunday morning. So we endured 3 days of aggravation for him to have a 24 hour visit. Neat, huh?
Sylvia took extensive notes concerning the visitation saga and I carried her a copy of the details I had typed up.
Stacie, Ana and Sylvia had a good session together, working on Ana's perception that her mom loves Shan more than Ana. Sylvia doesn't get to see Stacie often, due to her work schedule--so it was good that she had this time with her.
All in all, I left feeling much confident that the visitation will be worked out for the girls best interest. I also feel that maybe now, with the knowledge that she can take steps herself via DHS to insure the girls visits with their dad are safe...Stacie will feel less fearful about Roy's threats to take the girls away from her.
And the New Year marches on.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Guard lizard
This afternoon around 2, Shan came into the nursery for a sandwich. As I made her a PB&J, she informed me that she WAS going to watch tv in my bed, since she couldn't get the TV in the living room to work right.
But, she goes on to tell me, I wanted some peanuts to eat while I watch tv....her papa keeps a can of roasted peanuts by the bed on his side table.
Well, hon, I asked her....you know you can have a peanut.
But....momo, then I saw the lizard on the can of peanuts. He was just laying there looking at me. So --she says, holding her hands up to her mouth and her eyes getting wider and wider--I just backed right out of there without a peanut or watching tv.
Oh ...so you found papa's guard lizard?
Papa's what? she asked.
Papa's guard lizard. It's there to guard his can of peanuts.
Well, he needs to get rid of it, momo. It scared me half to death.
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