IT IS THURSDAY! THAT IS WHAT MAKES MY DAD HAPPY!

My father has no money to speak of. He can't really buy anything even if he wanted to. Yet every Thursday like clock work he starts at 5:30 in the morning asking if it is indeed Thursday. For you see, Thursday is "Nickle Day" in our house.

He reads EVERY SINGLE AD. Rv's, Cars, Pets, Trades, and Farm equipment. All day long he reads the paper. It is good that it keeps his mind busy but then I get to hear about all the good deals we are missing out on. My house is so full of shit now. My husband claims loudly that he builds me a new table and I pile "Shit" on it. Then I pile shit on top of that shit and so on and so forth. I have too much crap already. More than a person should have. I'm going to start going through decorations/seasonal stuff and taking them to the Good Will. I have too much stuff. He (my husband) is right. I have too much stuff/shit. Nickle day it turns out is the only day of the week where I'm sure I'm absolutely right on the day.

Caiti is leaving today for the East coast. I'm so excited for her. I mean I am practically peeing my pants for a child of mine going that far away and having an experience so great as she is doing. I went to North Valley High School at graduated in 1981. (Yes, I'm hecka old-already established) She is going with the Hidden Valley High School History club. She worked hard and earned so much money to go. She wanted to go and worked for it, that makes the trip that much sweeter. I'm also at the same time nervous to have a child THAT far away. What if something happens? I can't just jump in the car and run to her rescue. If she is sick and has to go to the hospital I can't be there. I will have to trust that God will be in charge. I know he is in charge all of the time but needs my assistance. Now isn't that too funny? God needs me for nothing and I'm learning to let things I'm not in control over back. Back? As if I had anything I was really in charge of. I am absolutely insanely in love with my kids.

Speaking of insane, I made a choice months ago to look into something/someone and it hurt another family greatly. I feel horrible about not trusting the adults decisions. Instead I put my nose where it didn't belong and have been dragging my feet about making amends. They were wrong with what they thought and these people are nuts, but I had no right to interfere. Oh wise and great Heather isn't so wise or great. Heather is just Heather.. Warts and all. Okay, not really any warts but growing age spots. Ick. Well, I gotta jump off because my daughter is coming home from school early so we can make sure she has all things ready. (Yes over zealousness is a ugly thing.) LOL