It's been so long....

I haven't blogged in almost three months. I'm so bad. Maybe I need to get back on the horse. There is so much. Kindergarden, growing up. I'll have pictures and dish to come soon.

Summer 2008

Busy, Busy Busy. I've lost wireless for a month now. Can you tell I do everything wireless. I was on the phone with the cable company, and the wireless. Forrr hours, for them to tell me that the wireless router was defective. This after two hours of roaming around on the main computer, pinging the host and doing all kinds of fun things. Why they couldn't have told me that after a half an hour i don't know. Frustrating. That seems to be the main feeling for the summer. I hate being frustrated. It just seems like i'm hitting my head against the wall at times.
My new job, I'm doing very well at. Who knew I'd like working in a prison mailroom. I'm usually the last one out the door, with the other women i work with, tapping their feet and telling me to come on. I find that i'm very much task oriented. I want to finish everything, everyday. THat is not always possible, no matter how hard i work. The holiday season is going to be worse. But i'm up for the challenge.
At home, the summer has been interesting. The house i grew up in is now my house. The downstairs works well with central air, the upstairs with the bedrooms not so much. We use a lot of fans. There is still other peoples things taking up half of my dining room. But someday i get it done. I've been cleaning, and cleaning out a little at a time.
My daughters, well they are the wild girls they always are.
Hannah is almost in kinder garden. Which is unbelieveable to me. She is such a leader, whether you want her to be or not. She is sensitive too. I worry for her. She will get her heart broken a lot. She sang her first special this summer at church. A little friend of hers, asked the morning she was to sing if Hannah could sing with her. I said sure. Hannah took it all in stride. She marched up to the platform, not a nerve, not a fear, and sang. And marched off. She has also decided that she likes to help me clean, and make the beds herself, you know i'm not knocking that. She still can't imagine why anyone would do something that wasn't her way. Lord, help me to guide this child. I need much grace.
Phoebe Jo is coming out of her shell around strangers more. She says hi to people, but they don't always here her. Then she's mad, "mama, i say hi to that lady and she not say hi back" lol. I've explained to her thousands of times they just didn't hear her. She loves to play by herself, go figure. I love it. Hannah always needs somebody to play with. I watched Phoebe Jo play one day on the slide outside. For hours people, i didn't watch the whole time but for a good 20 minutes i did, just going up and down the slide. Phoebe sings, and sings all the words to alot of songs. At least when no one is looking but i enjoy it. And if anything with a beat comes on. She is boogieing down. It is so cute to watch her shoulders start wiggling.
My girls, my joys
I have struggled this summer. Still am. Maybe it's my age. ewww, i hate that. But i feel myself slipping into depression. I kick and scream my way out. Poor Tommy. He has had to put up with me. I'm a easy going happy person by general nature. But this summer i've struggled so hard. I find myself wanting to cry for no reason. And the PMS horrible. Do you all struggle?
I work very hard to be consistent with the girls, i want them to be sweet well behaved girls. Sometimes, a lot of times i feel i'm getting no where. I know it won't get easier, but i wish it would ease up some.
Well, enough of my rambling. Have a good day.

EVERYBODY..... EVERYBODY.... SHE'S FIVE!

I can't believe it. My star, diva supreme. She is now five years old. Hannah is so sweet. She has now started making my bed. No, I didn't ask her to, she just found it something she could do. (and no i don't make my bed, horrible I know) So, now every night she comes upstairs and makes the beds. On the day before her birthday, she walked everywhere telling everyone "Hello, my name is Hannah and tommorow i will be FIVE!" She is so funny. She has never met a stranger. She graduated from pre-school. There was only one moment where I got teary eyed. They play Pomp and Circumstance as the preschoolers walk in, in there construction paper mortar board hats. I had to say to my self don't cry, don't cry. Life moves so fast, now they are graduating.

hummmm....Stress...yeahh

So, there has been a lot of stress at the compound. Have you ever wanted to just do the primal scream thing and then spill out all your feelings and there is no one to do it to. yeah, that's where i'm at. Lets see. There's been a suicide, a pastor resign, a crisis of faith, yeah that's just a start and the suicide doesn't have to do with the pastor resigning. I know better than putting my faith in men, in mankind in general. But a pastor of 17 years, i'm just tired, weary, put off.

I wish you had a scratch and sniff screen

In my world there is one sure sign that it's spring. The lilacs start blooming. The ones in our yard have been there most of my life. I call them Heritage Lilacs. They smell soo good. We also have blooming plum trees. I was impressed by God's nature, this plum tree had been broken almost completely in half and yet even from the bruised and battered tree it still bloomed beautifully. Ok so you preachers, who don't read this blog there is sooo totally a message in that. I thought the pictures turned out well.

In other news I got a job. Thank the good Lord. I'm in prison. No really. I'm working at a prison in the mail room. I really like the job. I like the people I'm working with and the job keeps me busy the entire day, so much so i want to work over. But that is not an option there, when it's 3:30 pm they are all gooonne. It's close to home too. So I am very thankful. I went inside the prison it self today. It was no big deal. Don't get me wrong I respect the fact that these men are in there for a reason, but i'm not scared. I told one of the men my first name, i think that was a no no. The women that work there don't want them to know there first name. (shrugs) i think its kinda silly for grown men to call me Miss JerriAnn. That's what the kids in daycare used to call me or Miss Colvin. They are grown men for pete's sake.

So that all the news that is the news. Come back again for the next installment of As my world turns.

The new doo's

Here is Miss Phoebe Jo, showing off her talents along with her new doo. The face is inspired by her cousin Alyssa. The doo is the only thing we could do to even up her hair.















Here is Hannah sporting her short layer look it was warm today and her hair is going all frizzy. We layered her hair and it curl like no ones business. Go figure.






Ahhh sisterly love. Yeah it was mostly staged, but not entirely. My beautiful girls.















Here is a picture of Phoebe actually smiling a good smile. It's hard to get a picture of it,of course it had to be blurry. (notice the cat in the window in the background. They are loving the windows being open)







Ok, let me explain. You remember Smokey the cat my Hannah adored and came up missing. Well, my brother was at the bank last week and there was a cat there. He was mostly white with a few gray spots. He looked a little, and i mean a very little like Smokey. My brother being the kind hearted man that he is and knowing the Hannah still missed Smokey decided to bring him home to us. He is now our outside cat. His poor nose looks pretty bedraggled. He is so sweet though and a real talker. So, this is now Spot our outside cat. We have tried letting him peek inside but George had a serious fit. Besides he's good outside.

OOhhh nooo a Famullet

I had a small crisis at my house. My daughters came down from upstairs, I saw Hannah first, and I noticed a chuck of hair hanging from the side of her head. Then her sister came in to my line of sight. OHHH people. My beautiful blonde girl has a female mullet. It's awful. I have a hair appointment for them in the morning. I immediately called my sister. Most of the conversation went something like this. "oohhh Jeannette, Ohhhh jeannette." at least my side of it. Her side went mostly "Don't kill them. It will be ok. Let them live at least I get there. Don't kill her I'll get an appointment with Dawn." I'm pretty sure, I scared my sister a little. You see I don't cry, not often, and I was seriously in tears. So, now tomorrow, I will go to Dawn, who is a great hair stylist, and see what she can do. There of course been pictures taken of Phoebe's hair. I'm hoping to get one tomorrow afterwards. Her hair is going to be short. OOHHH