When it rains...

It's been raining a lot here, lately.

Both literally and figuratively.

Yesterday, I received the letter I've been waiting for.

THE letter.

It was bad news.

I don't know why they send you this big, long rejection letter...I stopped reading at, "We regret to inform you...."

They could've saved their ink.

So, what now?

The earliest I could possibly start school, if I'm accepted during the next application period, is Fall of 2010. FALL OF 20-FUCKING-10!

That's a year from now.

Another fucking year!!

I have a lot of emotion tied into this endeavor of mine. I guess because the nursing seed was planted while I was caring for Joey. That's probably not a good thing.

I don't know.

I do know that when it rains, it pours....

Broke down...

Jack broke his sister.

He was riding a bike with no brakes...yes...a bike with no brakes, and without brakes, he was unable to stop when his sister crossed his path.

They crashed.

Jack had not a scratch. But, he broke his sister.

Her best finger, the right pointer, is broken. All the way through, but, the bone was not displaced.

Good times...

Huh...just reread my title.

Speaking of "broke down," my car broke down the other day.

In the rain.

On the highway.

Just me and Avery.

He was all, "Mom, you're going to slow, get outta the road," utterly humiliated.

And I was all, "I'm trying son, but I.DON'T.HAVE.THE.POW-AH."

Once we stopped, the brat was unwilling to run across the service road, to the safety of a car dealership to wait for Jake. He said it was embarrassing.

WTF?!

The alternator went out. I know this not because I know shit about cars...but, because my neighbor does, and has an alternator-checker-thingy.

This is looking like the start to a greeeeeeeat week!

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Shhhhh....

Now that I have tasted the quiet, it seems that I have developed a thirst for it.

What do they say...whoever the fuck "they" are..."you can't miss what you have never had." It's only recently that I've acquired the quiet, and I now long for it when it's away.

One evening last week, I left the kids with Jake, and I went to the library.

The place where the quiet was born.

The temple for the taciturn.

It's my favorite place in the world.

The best part about it, is that there are no conversations to be had in this sacred place. People just left me alone. Alone to my own thoughts and the sounds of...my self. I could hear the sound of my heart beat, of my thoughts bouncing around inside my head, my breath, my flip flops.

I felt invisible as I floated through the aisles of non-fiction.

Non-fiction is my favorite place within my favorite place.

I love that there are books on any subject you could conjure. There's even a book about boobs. Nothing else. Just boobs. Cleverly titled, "Boobs." Don't believe me?

Told ya.

And, just to let you know. Yes, I was the freak who was taking pictures of the books at the library. No, no one said anything. Yes, they still looked at me like I was the freak who was taking pictures of the books at the library!

When I'm there, I feel peaceful.

I feel still.

I imagine that the way I feel in the library, is the way some people feel in church.

My cathedral of calm.

My synagogue of silence.

Complete, with books about boobs.

And so it begins...

Queso in the crock pot?

Check

Volume on the television turned up to a ridiculous level?

Check

Ass firmly planted on the couch?

Check

How 'bout them Cowboys...

Six word Saturday...

"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head..."

A Ten-Ager...

The boy had a birthday.

A decade, gone by...

The easy part is behind us.

It's probably about time that I start praying.


Because, we're gonnna need all the help we can get with this one!