Juel's Journal

Bonnie's Baby

This child is going to be stubborn. I can already tell. For two weeks the little guy has tried to make an appearance, and then he just seems to decide "heck no, I ain't goin' out there". Finally though we know for sure he's going to be born by at least this coming Tuesday. Her doctor said that if she doesn't go to have him before then, that he's going to induce her labor. I truly don't know how much more she can take, the poor woman looks like she's about ready to burst. She insists there's no more room for the baby to grow, period, that he's got no choice but to be born and soon.

I haven't seen Acey or Breanna this week. With Bonnie ready to have this baby any time, I can't babysit Acey right now, there'd be no room in the car to get Bon to the hospital.

Mallory was a doll today. That child is so receptive to attention it's not funny. She just LOVES it.. who doesn't, I know, but a hug and soft word to that youngin can bring her out of a raw mood faster than anything. She's a sweetheart. She's talking up a storm now, and I have to listen really carefully to understand what she's saying but she's trying. And she copies EVERYthing from Mikyla, mimicks her every move. She helped me paint the porch swings today - she and Mikyla both helped. They had paint everywhere, in their hair, in the grass, ok, yes, even had a little on the swing!

Mikyla is getting to be such a lady. She keeps me laughing. She won't let anyone but me push her on her swing, because, she says, only Mammy knows how to do it right. And I won't push her unless she gives me a great big smile, so she smiles so hard.. and says.. "Look Mamsie, my smile is all over my face!"

She thinks .. you can see her thinking and then she comes up with the most off the wall things you'd ever want to hear. I can't help it, I just start laughing and end up staring at her all amazed that she's so bright. She calls me "Mammy", "Mam" "Mams" and "Mamsie" depending on her mood. She wanted to stay all night with me tonight and just cried because Sarah wouldn't let her. I was sort of glad tho, I was tired tonight. Maybe Sarah will let her stay tomorrow.

How I feel right this second.

Sarah's dog peed on my tile, right at the door in the den. She's supposed to be housebroken, she's 2 months old. We've taken her out all morning so she could have gone outside but didn't. So. Now she's on the porch. Clawing at the door, howling and crying. Mikyla is wanting something that Bonnie won't let her have, so Mikyla is crying. Mallory is quietly watching The Aristocats, the volume of which is full blast. I'm just wondering how I can hear all three sounds at once.
E-gads.

When will the new baby get here?

May 24 is Mamaw's Death Date. I wonder if Joel is waiting until then to be born.

Criminal!

Night before last I dreamed Stan was driving, and we had the babies in the back seat.. they weren't in their car seats tho. in the waking world, they're always in their car seats, but in the dream, they were just sitting on the seats unbuckled.

Stan said oh no, we're in trouble.. and when I turned to look behind us, I saw a city police officer and his lights were on.

Stan pulled over and I scrambled to buckle the kids in regular seat belts, their car seats were on the floor of the car and i couldn't reach them to get them in them. The officer though wasn't interested in the kids, he wanted stan to pull the hood of the car open. He did and the officer climbed up on the motor and began dusting it off.

When he was finished he told stan to drive the car immediately to the courthouse/jail, and then he got back into his own car. I asked stan what on earth that was about, and wondered why the officer hadn't said anything about the babies not being in their car seats, and that i was gonna go into the courthouse with him to find out.. and that's when stan reached under the dash and pulled out a bag of dope. I was stunned.. asked him why on earth he had that and he said he couldn't cope with all the babies without it.

*laughs*

egads, that was another wild dream!

Busy as Bees...

We've all been busy around here lately.. busy getting the cribs resituated, hey, why didn't someone tell me that all the babies and cribs shouldn't be in the same room - that if they were, the awake babies would torment the sleeping ones?

Mikyla spent night before last with me and the poor youngin' couldn't sleep for sneezing. She half woke twice, lamenting, "Oh no! What am I gonna do now?" -and "Why, oh why?!"..

Bless her heart, I hope she outgrows these allergies soon.

They're here already this morning but both of them are sleeping. Sarah's watching television, she has to leave for work in a few minutes.

It's another overly cool, rainy day here today. Another inside day. I sure wish it'd warm up again like it was a couple of weeks ago. I'm getting Stir Crazy so I know the babies are.

Mallory's here beside me in her crib, sleeping, snoring like a man. *laughs*
She's beginning to assert herself, and my goodness, does she ever do it well.

I've not seen Acey this week, since OJ's out of school for the summer, I don't babysit him but once in a while. He'll be back full time when she starts student teaching this fall.

Bonnie is still sleeping too, lord the poor girl is as big as a house.. I surely don't know what's taking this baby so long to decide to be born. She has a doctor's appointment tomorrow. He keeps changing the due date. He comes up with smaller baby measurements then bigger, than smaller.. I hope this guy knows what he's doing.

The Storm

This morning, to be exact, about 6 o'clock, it hit. I was on the porch swing with Bon, we were just gossiping and suddenly it got cold, so cold, where it had been warm and humid..

The wind picked up in an instant and the next thing I knew, things were flying around out there, trees were bowing and oh how beautiful! As pretty as it was, we came inside to watch, I was afraid something might fly up and hit Bonnie out there, or a tree limb might snap and she'd get hurt.

We watched and the thunder and lightening hit and the wind just got stronger and I was just sure we were going to get a tornado. The temp had just dropped so very fast.

We didn't get one, and the wind didn't damage anything here, but up towards Lisa's and Mom's it did. Trees were snapped in half like twigs, laying in the road, we had to drive around them. Lisa's neighbor lost a couple of nice trees in his yard, and Lisa's cherry tree was broken in half.

It broke some limbs out of her Crabapple tree too, but I didn't think to get photos of anything but the Cherry tree.

Jesus, Time Is Flying.

1 Year old Acey. 20 year old Bonnie. 3 Year old Mikyla. UGH! time is slipping away faster than fast. I wish I could find a magic lever.. pull it and make time stand still. It's going by so quickly, it's dizzying.

It seems like I get up in the a.m. - and the next thing I know, it's a week later at midnight. Unbelievable!

I'm happier than I've ever been. I have my family, and everyone seems to be doing pretty well. Health wise, everyone's great, even dad's doing better than he did this winter. (Thank God)

The little ones are thriving, and happy, always (ok almost always) giggling and playing.. they're all doing pretty good. Acey is starting to walk now. Finally. The lil guy is going to do just what I'd joked about.. skip crawling entirely and just take off walking. Now, he's taking one and two steps from say.. the ottoman to the sofa.. or to me from stan, just a couple of steps, but he is doing it.

I'd sure like to take them to Cumberland Falls sometime this week. They've never been there. I think Mik would love it. I want to take her fast, before I blink and she's 20, expecting a baby of her own. Mercy sakes, time IS flying!

A Little Peeve

What on earth is UP with most of these hillybilly boys these days?

Bonnie has been trying to go into labor for the last few days. She could do this for a couple of weeks her doc says.. ugh. I wish this part of it was over.

On top of expecting her first baby, she's dealing with antics from her husband that just vex me. But she's dealing with it.

Come the weekend, he likes to get in her car and disappear and she sits here worried sick about him. He did it last weekend and she was angry. He apologised and she forgave him but then this weekend, same thing all over again, and I must say, I was proud of her. She ran him off. Told him that when he's ready to be a stick around - stay at home husband and father to come back and let her know.

He came in tonight to collect a few things, I guess to give her a chance to see his golden person, maybe get an apology for her being mean to him, a nice foot or back rub, but he got fooled. She just gave him his clothes and he went on out...purplexed, too, no doubt.

I noticed tho, he left his toothbrush, something for him to come back after tomorrow, most likely.. so he can give her one more chance to apologise..

*laughs*

egads hillbilly boys. god help us.

My Arrowhead

We went to Lisa's to work in the garden yesterday, and when we pulled up she was tilling. The guy hadn't come back to disc it, he plowed it a week ago but the clumps were too big and had to be tilled. I went and got the tiller from her to give her a break, and she hadn't much more than turned it over to me and stepped out of the garden, when I looked down and this arrowhead was embedded in the dirt. Tickled me to death to find it!

Stan found another one on down in the garden, a little bigger, but he let me claim I'd found it and so I teased everyone that I was in the arrowhead-finding-zone, 2 in less than an hour. *laughs* I gave the 2nd one to Nick.

That was fun yesterday. We planted 5 - 60 feet rows of corn.. and 3 rows of onions, ok that was all I had a hand in, the rest, mom and lisa did, the 'taters, and cucumbers, and when we went back today stan helped get the bed ready for 'oddishes' (radishes). We got some good photos too.. nice little anomalies,
but I won't post them as the ghost was following me around a lot, mostly, ok, mostly, and I am NOT posting pics of myself. I hate my own pics. heh.

Anyway, the garden is full of chips of flint and arrowheads, but i think it's gonna have to rain some before we find anymore heads. we searched, but they're they exact color of dirt and we just can't spot them. In the rain tho, they glisten, sort of the way a lost contact lense does when you shine a flash light on it. Now I'm hoping it'll rain soon, while the dirt there's still soft so we can go look for more.

The guys were looking for more arrowheads today. (Mother's Day) But aside from a few chips of flint, no one found anything.

A Unique Windchime!

It can't be said that no one knows what to get me for a special occasion. Wind Chimes! I love them. I have them inside and outside, in every room, around the eaves of my house, in the trees, I'm not kidding, they're all over the place.

I woke up from my nap and found these on the table. Nick made them for me!
Windchimes made out of straws and tape! And while you can't see it, he put a piece of tape across the center and wrote my name on it. Personalized hand made wind chimes, how cool is that?!

I'm not going to put them outside though, I'm afraid someone might try stealing them. I'll keep them in here on my china cabinet so I can keep my eye on them and be sure no one makes off with them.. they're too special to lose. Thanks Nick, I love you!

Odd Dream...

I just woke up from a nap. I wanted to leave this dream here, it was nutty.
*laughs*

I dreamed I was working in a small grocery store, someplace in a town where they still had wooden floors and they still called their town a town. The woman (man?) hired me to work a few hours after closing, to clean the store. I had to put back things that customers had left laying around, wipe off counters, sweep, that sort of thing.

One other guy would be in the store, and he was more like.. a guard than anything, he would eat the woman's (man's?) snack cakes and leave the wrappers thrown on the floor, and I'd pick them up and throw them away when I cleaned. He was a little slow, I guess retarted is too strong a word, but he was slow when he talked and that wasn't much.

I was dressed like a gypsy in this dream - I was a gypsy. The owner, (who was dressed like a woman, but looked like a man in drag to me) stayed late this night, and was just sort of hovering about the store while I cleaned, and the slow guy was lumbering about doing what ever it was he was paid to do.

I did my cleaning and picked up about 5 half eaten packages of cupcakes from the rack and on the floor around it, and threw them away, and when I was all done, I started to leave the store and the owner was waiting by the door.. all nervous, touching her (his) cat's-eye glasses, and she had this look of determination on her face. Some guy I'd never seen was with her, but he was sitting on a display wrack just watching, and this woman (man?) finally sputtered out that I was a thief.

I was shocked, honestly shocked and I denied it. She told me she didn't want me working in her store anymore, that she knew I was a thief and she'd watched me that very night and just didn't want my kind in her store.

I stood there begging her to reconsider, that I'd not stolen anything, not so much as an apple, and I told her that I loved the house I lived in in "town" and that if I got a reputation for stealing I'd never get another job and I'd lose my house and have to move away, that I'd never risk that by stealing anything from her.. but she wouldn't have it.

The slow guy lumbered up to us and he was trying to tell her no, that she was wrong, that I didn't steal, but she hushed him with one look. She stood there with this stubborn look on her face, and I knew she wasn't going to pay me for the weeks work so I just gave up, took off my aprin and started outside. She hissed at me to take my hunchback too, that she didn't want him there anymore either.

She meant the slow guy. I didn't even know him, but to her he was my hunchback. I nodded at him and we left the store, I was barefooted and the dirt road felt good on my feet and my hunchback was just following me down the road and from time to time he'd take this little pistol out of his pocket and shoot towards a house we were going past, he was angry that she'd fired us.

That was it. I woke up. Way weird dream..

Black

I see days in colors. This one was black.