Sunday is supposed to be a day of "rest". But not for some of us. That door I was talking about yesterday, well instead of repairing it I decided to replace it. After lunch I went to the Home Depot to get a new one. Brought it home and my brother-in-law helped me put it in. Took about an hour and a half. Boy, was it hot outside. I could feel the make-up sliding off my face. After we finished I had just enough time to get ready for church tonite.
While pushing the cart with the door in it out to the truck I was wondering how in the world I was going to get that thing in the back of the pick-up. With the wind blowing like it was it was not going to be easy. Just as I was trying to lift it up (which was not easy, but I was determined to get the job done) someone called across the parking lot and asked if I needed help. Ususally I say "no thank you" but this time I accepted the help. He lifted that door so easy and put it in the truck for me. I told him how I appreciated his help.
Ritzy called while I was on my way to the store and I told him what I was doing. He told me to do whatever needed done. I sure miss him doing stuff like this for me......
I have to get up very early in the morning ( between 4:30 - 5:00), a friend is having surgery at 6:00am at Tulsa and my mom & I are going down there to be with the family. I have always hated getting up before the sun comes up. There ought to be a law against that!!!!!! ;-)
I know, a lot of people will tell me to just get over it, but that's ok..........i still don't like getting up that early. And of course, there are storms rolling in tonight, just what I need-----something to keep me from sleeping............Also, somehow my dirty clothes hamper was overflowing this morning. Gonna have to do some laundry tonite too, it looks like.........Ain't that the way it goes???????????
I guess there will be time later in the week to catch up on that "rest"...............
I just about forgot......... how I don't know because.......24 years ago today I was in the hospital giving birth to Ritzy & my first child, a son. Ritzy was not taking the "birth" very well, he kept having to go out of the room. He wanted to just stay out but I told him I did not make this baby by myself and I was NOT going to give birth to it by myself!!!!! haha!!!!! He does not take hospitals well. I told him - too bad.......
It kind of humored my mom who was also in the room, we have given Ritzy a hard time about it ever since.........only because we love him so much.....that's how you tell if you are "loved" in our family. If we don't tease you ....there's a problem..