Tragedy Strikes

Well, we had a bit of trauma today.

Scott and I have been bribing Abby to get her to cut off her long locks. Her hair is just too long to handle. Three days ago, Scott asked her what it would take to get her to cut her hair. At first, she asked for a horse, then a trampoline, then I think she settled on 6 finches. She wanted birds that would sit on her finger and be able to play with them. When I told her that finches weren't "holding birds." So, we decided to get a parakeet or two.

This morning, Abby and I made the trek to the pet store and we both fell in love with this beautiful little parakeet. It was yellow with some green splash on it. It had little periwinkle blue cheeks that were so precious. So, we walked through the store and picked up all the little toys and treats for the cage. We were so excited! We brought the birdie home in the little box that the clerk gave us, Abby held it so carefully all the way home. She accidentally dropped the box when we pulled into the garage onto the floor of the car, and that scared us both. But the bird was fine.

Well, we came into the house and put the cage together with all the toys and the seed and the water. We got the whole thing put together. Murphy, Leila and Bluebell were all close by wondering what all the excitement was about. They were soon to find out!

Abby reached into the little box to get her new baby, "Cami" (short for camoflouge). She pulled Cami out and Cami jumped out of her hands and into BLUEBELL'S MOUTH! Luckily, we were right there and grabbed Bluebell. Blue let go and the bird flew toward the front door. Murphy got so excited, he was down the stairs and got the bird as it hit the floor. He proudly started running to the doggie door, as Abby, Ivy and I were chasing him and screaming.

We caught the dog before he left the front room and got the bird out of his mouth. I had the bird in my hand and the little thing looked up and me and slowly closed it's little eye. Of course, Abby and Ivy were still screaming and then I started to bawl, too. Megan and Nellie were awakened by all the commotion, and they saw the pretty little bird- dead in my hand.

We all held the little thing, cried and prayed. Bluebell couldn't stand all the noise and attacked Ivy's leg. (She is a very sensitive cat) So, then we had more nursing to do. Well, we all bawled for 45 minutes and then I had to go to work. We have saved the body for burial when Scott gets home.

I am sure that we all have headaches from the trauma to all of us. Murphy has been skulking around the house, I can tell that he feels bad about what he did. Bluebell is only annoyed at all of us, as she usually gets cheers when she brings home little dead things. I have told the kids that this is no one's fault but mine. The cat and the dog only did what comes naturally to them. I should have kept the animals locked away until we got the bird in the cage.

So, that is the trauma o'the day.

I am sure that someday, this will all be something we will laugh and shed a little tear for.

I am still going to make Abby's hair appointment today.

My Girls

Okay, I am going to try to post my family's pictures so that I can show how beautiful they are! Let's see how computer literate I can be! Okay, Here are some pictures of my beautiful girls!

I just got done attending a review class for my online patho class. My brain is fried. I wish that I could use this time coming home on the train as useful study time, but I am afraid that I am just bushed.

My little house today was a "Grand Central Station." I can't believe all the little kids that came over. It was tough to know where my kids were and where the neighbor kids were all the time. It was a little fun, I must admit, seeing all the friends playing, and doing so well together. I only got a little "put out" when I had to clean up some of the mess. My kids are getting pretty good at cleaning up after themselves.

I do enjoy being a mom, but sometimes I feel like I fail miserable at it. I hope that my kids grow up knowing that I love them, and I hope that they do somehow, someway, learn to enjoy cleanliness.


well, my stop is coming up, gotta go!!!

Wow! I am sick...Boo hoo hoo! I called in sick to work tonight, I feel pretty guilty for doing that. But everytime I sneeze, cough or cry, I don't feel so bad. I think I over react when I feel guilty about calling in sick because I abused the privilege when I was a teenager. I hated working at KFC, and I think I called in sick too many times. Conversely, now, I really love going to work. I learn so much when I am there. When every employee is there (and no one has called in sick) it runs rather smoothly. I know that it can be a bad night when an ED is short-staffed.

Scott took all the kids to the Demolition Derby at the fairgrounds, they have sent me a couple of texts that say they are having a blast.

I decided to stay home and do a little homework. So far, it is going well, with the exception that Leila ate a page in my homework and I can't finish part of it, because I don't know what to do. Silly dog!

Every once in a while, Murphy comes over to me and kisses me. Then Leila gets jealous and attacks. I think I have had a nice doggie-spit-bath tonight (a couple of times over!)

So, this new college class that I am taking is proving a bit more difficult than I expected. din't score very well on the first test (70 %), I am going to have to do much better if I want to get a B+ in this class. Anyway, so the studying is taking a bit more time away from my family than I would like. Especially mentally--I keep thinking about the class, even when I am supposed to be playing with my family. Like even right now! My little family are all outside playing with a little campfire that Scott made.

So, I guess I better get out there!

Ripping out carpet and new callings

Well, I got a bug this week and decided to replace Megan's carpet with Pergo this week. I got her room cleaned out tonight and ripped out the carepet, the pad, the little nail-down thingies, and the baseboards. Scott came home about then and helped with the rest of it. He did the little detail stuff-the getting the staples out.

Right near the end, one of the Bishopbric came over and asked me to teach a new Sunday School class. I think it will be fun. I think that I will enjoy it. We will see. I was getting so comfy in not having a call right now. I may have to adjust the thinking a little!

I am excited to figure out how to post pictures, I would love to show the room progress!

College Chemistry = B+

Well, I found out that I did indeed get a B+ in the college chemistry class. I was quite desparate for the grade, I worked pretty hard for it. I tried to understand the material. But I think it all came down to Heavenly Father helping me, once again. I prayed before the course and asked him to help me just enough to get the B+, and He came through for me. He always does, even when I don't deserve it. It amazes me and makes me think that I am meant to move on in my education.

Even in High School, I remember asking for help with studying. I knew that I needed a certain score on the ACT to make it into the Nursing Program, and I worried and worried about it. I have never been strong in Math, and I was concerned about my grades and ACT score.

The night before the ACT test, I remember having a dream. It was a scary dream, I was in a hotel lobby and I was with a man that was hurting me. I cried out, asking for help. Then, a little blue eyed girl came up to me and took my hand and told the man to stop. He got angry and walked away. The little girl took my hand and took care of me. Then, all went dark, and I heard a voice, a man's voice say, "Ask and ye shall receive, Knock and it shall be opened to you."

It struck me then that Heavenly Father would be there for me when I asked for help. That He would help me to achieve those things that would help me in my life achieve the things that are good for me. Over and over, He has answered my prayers, always for the best.

I am now looking forward to the new class (hurdle) to jump. Pathophysiology. I think that I should do alright. My Goodness, I have Been a nurse for 17 years, should understand the nature of disease by now, don't you think? I think I will pray this time, too.

So, I have a week between these 2 quarters. I think I will start ripping apart Megan's room. Our sweet puppy, Murphy, loved the closet to potty train when he was a puppy. I can't stand the thought of having a stinky closet anymore, so I am about ready to rip the carpet out. I am so excited to start.