I would like to go back to school. Something in the medical field. Either radiology or sports medicine.

When I was in for my ultrasound for my breast issues, I had a strong desire to go into radiology. Which is a field I was going to go to school for between child #1 & child #2. I was even accepted at the local community college, where it is a fulltime 2 year program. Right now I just don't have the time or the money to do that.

Tuesday night when I got to football practice to pick up my boy, there was an injured player. The ambulance was pulling up just as I was walking across the parking lot. As a mother I had that sudden panic come over me until I found the location of the injured player. My boy was about 2 football fields over. The hurt player was a 4th grader, my youngest knows him. He has hurt his neck and they were taking no chances. He was in school the next day, all is fine. When I got over to where my boy was practicing all I wanted to do was devore him in a huge hug. I didn't care that he was with all of his fellow football players. All I could think about was that my son wasn't hurt. Lucky for him, he was out on the field in the middle of a play. He was saved from the ultimate embrassment, the hug from his momma!

I go through the whole sports medicine phase every football season. Everytime a player gets hurt I just think, if I were trained I could help that player. Last night at basketball practice, it was no different. The girls were dorking around & they kept hurting each other or themselves. My daughter somehow managed to fall while she was getting a drink. She hit her little head 3 times on the porclein drinking fountain, all during the same fall! I know, she is so gracefull! I know enough to know to figure out if medical attention is needed or not. Pupils were fine, no double vision, didn't black out etc. She does however have a big bruise on her forehead directly above her left eye. A goose egg appeared immediately, it looked so sore!

I really wish I had gone back to college. I graduated from High School in 1992, went to college for a year, where I learned how to hang drywall & get pregnant. After my daughter was born in 1993 I was going to go back to school. Then a month later my mother died. By the time the next semester came around I was working to support my child. I've been working full time ever since. I married the father, but he was never reiable enough for me to not work and go to school. So now I just struggle to raise my kids and pay all of my bills.

I know I could go to school part time and still work. Part of my problem with that is I am an impatient person. If it's a 2 year program, I want to be finished in 2 years. If I were to work too, it would take me 4 or 5 years to finish. If I had gone back when I was accepted, I would be finished by now. I would be making more money, have better hours and I would have health insurance.

& I'm trying to win Hannah Montana tickets for my youngest. Anyone know the secret to being the 93rd caller? I've got 2 phones going and all I get is either busy signal or busy circuits! I've registered with 2 different radio stations to win these tickets too. One is having a Mommy Fear Factor contest. I listen to this station everyday. I know the gross stuff they have their interns eat. I would be very worried if I were picked to be in the contest. But she really wants to go tot he show & it is 2 days before her birthday, so I would do it- just for her. Wish me luck.

I'm in the midst of sports overload. We had our first basketball game on Saturday. The girls did much better than I thought they were going to do. However, we are so working on nothing up layups, passing and dribbling this week! It was interesting playing against my brother's team. 2 of his daughters are on the team too. He gave me some nice pointers for my girls. We play them again on Oct 27th.

After the 9 am basketball game we went back home and did yard work. I powerwashed the house, now it looks so pretty. There is a pine tree next to my house, along with an oak tree & a maple. All of that shade causes moss to grow on the siding. It is not very nice looking, but washing off rather easily. The X had decided to spend the day at my house with the kids so I put him to work in the yard too. He does manuel labor for me as he doesn't pay his child support.

And it was parents night for football/cheerleading. Our first game was at 3 and the next one at 5. The 3rd/4th graders (my daughter cheers for this one) won 50 to 28 and the 5th/6th grade team (my son's team) lost 0-12. They played hard but a few penalties cost them the game.

After the game all 3 of my kids decided they wanted to go with their dad for the night. I didn't have to work. So what did I do? Did I go out? No. I went to bed. How sad am I?

Sandwiched inbetween the basketball game, yard work and the football games, I went to visit my grandparents. Grandpa is back at home after his brief hospital visit. He just looks so depressed all the time. I think he is giving up. He told me that it's hard to stay alive and that he would just like to go to sleep and never wake up. He thinks that it would be easier on everyone if he were to do that. Grandma told me that he had said that he wants to die in the same year as Uncle Jim. It makes me sad. I don't want to lose my Grandpa, he's the only one I had. But I don't want him to suffer anymore either. I just hope he has taken Christ into his life again. The doctors have told Grandma that one day she is going to go wake him up and he will be gone. She doesn't want to find him dead. She's never seen anyone die and doesn't want to watch him die either. She wants him to go in a hospital, not at home. When he goes, I just want him to go peacefully and to not be alone.

Now that I have depressed ya'll, I'll change the subject to my schedule for next Saturday.

8 am football game, 9 am basketball game, another football game at noon, need to get Jordyn ready for the Homecoming dance around 4, then I need to head to work around 5:30. Wonder when I can squeeze a nap in there? My favorite band, Chas Blakemore and the Hillbilly Band, is going to be at the bar this weekend, so come on over and party!

Hello everyone. Nothing much new is going on in my life right now. Football is in full swing, my son's team is 2-2. We have our first basketball game this Saturday. I do not think we are ready yet. The girls give me such attitude at practice. I tell them to do something and they tell me no. I never told a coach no before, ever. It simply wasn't done. My own daughter does it to me, so the other girls see it and then they try it. There is a small handful that don't do it. They ran alot yesterday because of their attitudes. I just have to keep telling myself that they are only 4th graders and they are new to basketball. I don't want to make them not like the game but I want them to learn respect and how to play. 6 more weeks and then it's over. There were moments at last nights practice that I was ready to quit. But I'm not a quitter and I don't want to set that kind of example for my kids. I don't allow them to quit an activity part way through. Once they made the commitment, they have to stick it out. So I have to follow that too. Traveling and double dribbling is going to be the death of me!

I tried some yoga on Monday while my kids were at cheer & football practice. I only got to do about 30 minutes though. My body felt wonderful when I had to stop, every ache and pain that I had before I started was gone. They had all traveled north, and settled in the top of my melon. That happens everytime I lay on the floor, I have no idea why but it does. I had the most intense headache for about 20 minutes, then it was gone. The next morning I woke up with a horrible kink inbetween my shoulder blades and I can't get rid of it. Today is day 3 with that kink, it just won't go away. I've tried cracking my back and stretching, doesn't help. It's starting to make me cranky. My oldest tried to rub it out for me yesterday and the neighbor girl about fell over in laughter at the faces I was making so she stopped.

Okay, gotta get to work.

One of my friends posted this on Myspace and I thought I would share it with you. I have great respect for all bikers and it's a shame that everyone doesn't.

Biker family!!
I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But, you didn't see me, driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.

Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community .


If you don't repost this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides. Have a great week my friends.