*gak*

I think I want to start keeping a diary. There is so much I would like to write about but can't because I don't want to be a bad sample by posting things on the internet that are personal. *sigh*

Like I would write about my day but what if a certain someone doesn't want to be mentioned. Or I write about a fund raiser and mention how much someone gave as a donation, is it bad to do that?

The news of late is that Victoria and I moved into what was the kids school room, which is pretty teeny tiny so half of my stuff is still in the kids closet. And I became a home manager, hah, I always told myself and everyone else I would never be on the steering council, I guess the Lord had other plans. PTL. It's as hard as I thought it would be.

I'm starting to think I need a cell phone. Organizing schedules means lots of calls and running around trying to find people. Hah.

Me and A Boy

Here is what happened yesterday when taking care of the three little boys in our home. One of the boys had been giving me nothing but trouble all afternoon. Dinner time was nearing and I needed the boys to clean up their toys.

"Alright, start putting the toys away guys." I said, but it apparently went unheard. "Umm, guys!" I said, successfully getting their attention this time. "You need to put away the stuffies and the legos. Go ahead and start, it's almost dinner time." "Stop being so bossy." Said the eldest. "Excuse me?" "Stop bossing us around." He said again. "Come here." I said as patiently as I possibly could. "Look, I am an adult, you are a child. You don't talk to me like that." I said, taking his hands in mine. "You're not an adult." He replied. "You're a kid like me." "What?!?! No. Do you know how old I am? I'm older then Dante and Vicki." I said, trying to make him understand. At this point he just looked utterly confused. "You're not older then Dante." He said, totally convinced. "Dante is big!"

No wonder I had had so much trouble trying to get the kids to listen to me. Apparently, I had just looked like a very bossy kid.

In the end I am still not sure if this little guy understands that I am not his peer and I am in fact an adult and older then Dante. I mean, it's one thing when Jamie teases me about looking like a 12 year old, but actually having someone believe that I am a child...*gerrrowl*...it's beyond words. I'm sure the little guy didn't mean anything disrespectful by it.

Is anyone else having the problem of people thinking you are a child?

400th

I went canning for the first time in my entire like last Thursday. It's pretty much like store fronting except not. I had one little old lady wave me by and then call me back, not to give I might add, only to tell me I should go home. I smiled and starred at her blankly as the light changed and she drove away. It was only then I realized she though I was a run away.

Another guy called me over three lanes of traffic to give me a donation and while I was there I guess he just thought it was the best idea to ask for my phone number. Hah! Well I told him very honestly that I don't have a phone and he drove away.

Tati has this theory that blondes do better at fund raising. Boy, I dyed my hair just in the nick of time.

P.S. This is my 400th blog post! Yay!

Feeling Old, Being Young

Today I was talking to Ruth, of Johnny, about food and what we can and can't eat. After our discussion I came to the conclusion that I eat like most FGAs with health problems. I have yet to find another SGA,YA, SrT, or JrT that eats like me. It's not always, or even sometimes, the funnest thing to do. I'm not supposed to eat anything with sugar (I'm allergic and hypoglycemic), white flour, white rice, any processed items, I’ve recently started having a hard time eating red meat, food coloring, shrimp (I'm allergic), MSG, Aspartame and the likes (of course), and a whole bunch of little things in between. Not only that but I take over 10 vitamins a day, eat 5 'meals' a day, I drink mate, tea, and lots of water.

Haha, imagine how my health would be if I just ate anything anytime. *laughter* Sometimes I just feel like a little old lady….I even knit!

Kiddos