So the party begins, this weekend I decided to stay home the whole time just to rest some and prepare for next weekend and the big gambling trip. Friday afternoon I tried my best to meet my little sister’s boyfriend at school. She balked on that and pushed me in my truck to leave the school grounds and let’s get her dinner. I pestered her to tell me why I couldn’t meet the famous man that shoots milk out of his nose and stole her heart. If he hurts her I will come down on his neck.
Amy is a working machine this weekend, stopping at one job and going right to another; and she worries about me being over worked.
Kyle, not my father Kyle, is in total love right now, his little girl was born last week and that’s all he talks about. I can’t blame him for being proud of her. He now has a full billfold of pictures of his little Roxie, that’s right he named her Roxie -- I think it’s a grandmother’s name. He stopped by to let my Mom hold her some since he’s not been in church and won’t be tomorrow either. Mom’s eyes just glistened as she cuddled her and Roxie just cooed right back at her.
I’m beat and worn completely out and I don’t know why. I haven’t lifted a finger today doing anything. I have homework to do or at least I should be doing it but things are just on my mind. I’m in that “pondering” kind of mood again and fear a huge blog or rant coming on soon. We will see…….
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