Libby

Libby is my middle child and oldest girl.  She is also my quietest child.  She is very shy and doesn't talk a lot to people she doesn't know.  Which is why it surprised me that she came home and told me that she was picked to be in the play at school.  She goes to Calhoun Academy of the Arts.  Every year the drama class does a production.  This year it is about pirates.  They go through many trials that would make anyone want to turn around and go back home.  But they keep going.  Libby is part of the storm.  I am so proud of her.  Hopefully this will bring her out of her shell a little.

My Week

I hate being sick!  I have had an itch in the back of my throat for about 3 weeks.  Last Thursday it finally developed into a sore throat.  I lost my voice on Friday, and still haven't got it back.  I can't sleep because my nose gets so stopped up that I can't breathe.  I can't wait to feel better.  I learned last week that my dad has a new form of cancer.  Apparently this one is a very aggressive, fast-growing type.  But his doc says he is optimistic about treating it.  I just wish he could treat the pneumonia that put dad in the hospital.  This is a new month.  Hopefully it will bring better luck.

Research Paper

I've started doing research for my paper for English.  I'm doing it on the wrongly convicted/executed people on death row.  It is amamzing to me, with just an hour of research, the amount of cases of people thrown in prision for years even though they were later found innocent.  This is supposed to be the country where that kind of thing doesn't happen.  You are supposed to be found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, not found guilty because you wear all black and look creepy.  Our justice system  needs to wake up and do some major changes to keep this injustice from happening again.  It is bad enough that a life or lives is taken to need a murder trial anyway, but to take the life of an innocent person because the justice system fails them, that is murder also.

Deadbeats

    Why do dads think they don't have to take care of their kids once the parents split up? Yes, it is partly my fault for having children with such a loser, but he should still care enough to take care of his kids.  I mean, I didn't make them myself.  Why should I be the one struggling while he gets to have a carefree life.  Since he's not paying his child support, he got called in to court.  So, not only is he not helping me with support, I also have to miss my classes to go to court too. 
    He's not the only deadbeat.  The last time we had to go to court, there were many other guys there.  They were all lined up ready to go into the courtroom.  They were complaining, saying what a waste of time it was.  I felt like screaming at them that it was a waste of time.  If they would only be responsible and take care of their kids they helped create, then there would be no need to be there.
    Thank goodness for my husband.  He is the one taking care of my kids and me.  He works and lets me go to school not having to worry about having a job.  He takes care of my kids like a real dad should take care of them.  More men should be like him.  I have a son and I'm going to teach him how to be a respectable, responsible man, not a disrespectful, deadbeat loser like other men.

English Papers

I have been out of school for 14 years.  So, that means I haven't wrote a paper in that many years.  I got my first paper back on Thursday.  I made an 88.  The perfectionist side of me was screaming.  I wanted a perfect grade.  The realistic side of me was estatic.  I am completely happy with a B.  I can say thank you to Mrs.Turner, my 12th grade English teacher.  You were right when you said what you were teaching us, we would use again one day.  Now I am working on my next paper.  Hopefully this one will bring the A.  I have put a lot of time into it already, and its still not done.  I think I am getting better with paper writing, although I still would prefer to read books and discuss them in class.

When I Feel Helpless

I got a call this morning at 8:45.  It was the school nurse saying my child was sick.  He thought it was something he ate for breakfast and tried to lay down in her room for a while.  It didn't work.  He still felt really bad, so I went and picked him.  He was so pale and felt so bad.  As a mother, it makes my heart ache to see any child feeling bad, espically my own.  I brought him home and put him to bed.  He didn't have a fever so I think its just a little stomach bug.  I hate when any of my kids are sick.  I feel like there is nothing I can do to make them feel better.  That's what makes me feel helpless.

Ready for Fall

Fall is my favorite time of year.  When the leaves are changing colors and the temperature is dropping, I am at my happiest.  I hate being hot.  Summers in the south are miserable.  I compare the 100 degree heat to being in hell.  I love it when it is 60-75 degrees.  That is good blue jean and sweatshirt weather.  It also means its time for football.  There isn't anthing better than a beautiful fall day and a football game on the t.v.  Well, being at the game would be better.  When fall finally gets here, that means Thanksgiving is right around the corner.  I love getting together with family for dinner.  Its the best time of the year.