that I get this job position that I interviewed for yesterday afternoon. It's for an admin position that will support a Sr. Manager and 4 consultants. I interviewed with everyone except the Sr. Mgr. Everyone seemed so friendly and energetic. There was 3 women and one man. The man seemed a bit more serious/less energetic than the women. I was there for about an hour and 45 minutes. I stressed myself out over the weekend running around trying to find a suit and shoes to wear for the interview. I bought something that I didn't end up wearing (what a waste). I think the interviews went really well. This is definitely a position that I would like to have. I was told that they would be making a decision within the next 3 weeks. So, Lord please -- if it's for me, let it be.
I'm also looking forward to a nice loooooooong weekend! I have Monday and Tuesday of next week off for the 4th of July holiday. The kids I will once again be rolling North to Oklahoma to celebrate my grandmother's 80th birthday. We may come back to Dallas on Sunday, I haven't decided yet. If so, I'll be hanging with one of my girlfriends and her family (who I always enjoy spending time with). Hopfully gas will drop by Saturday morning -- at least enough so that a full tank won't cost over $30 bucks (hey -- it would be nice).
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
An Early Start
I was up at 6 a.m. this morning so that I could make it to my hair stylist's home by 7 a.m. (What I'm still doing up at 11:21 p.m. is puzzling even to me.) I woke the kids, had them get dressed, made sure the dog was fed and we were out of the house by 6:40 a.m. I made a quick stop at McDonald's (drive-thru of course) to get breakfast for my kids and we made it to my stylist's home no more than 10 minutes past 7. She is really a great stylist. There have been 2 occasions (including this one) where I wasn't very pleased with my hair. A friend of mine goes to her as well and I have never seen a style on her that I didn't like. I needed a relaxer and told her that I wanted to wear my hair straight with no part and off of my face. She styled it the way I asked but for some reason, it didn't turn out the way that I had invisioned beforehand. I can only think of one stylist that I have ever gone to over the years where I never left dissatisfied.
I think for the money that I spend my hair should look like it was professionally styled. My son even questioned the style :( (in all honesty, I believe he felt that this was something that looked as if I had done it myself). Don't get me wrong, I do a good job styling my own hair, but, I'd rather be pampered and have a professional style it. When you pay to have your hair professionally styled, in my opinion, it should be obvious. I don't mean to put my stylist down but I'm on a budget and I can't afford to pay to have my hair styled and then go home and try to make it look better. What's puzzling is that it looked good when I looked in the mirror at her home. It wasn't until I made it to my car and looked in the mirror as I was driving before I first noticed how dry my hair looked. I would keep driving a short distance and then pull down the visor to check myself out in the mirror. I then realized that it really didn't look like my hair had been professionally styled (I was truly disappointed). She is such a wonderful, kind-hearted person and I know that she is very good at what she does. Maybe this was just a bad morning for her. I'll go again and make sure I look at my hair thoroughly before I walk out her door.
I'm about to call it a night after I wrap my hair and tie it up in a bandana (Aunt Jemima style!).
I think for the money that I spend my hair should look like it was professionally styled. My son even questioned the style :( (in all honesty, I believe he felt that this was something that looked as if I had done it myself). Don't get me wrong, I do a good job styling my own hair, but, I'd rather be pampered and have a professional style it. When you pay to have your hair professionally styled, in my opinion, it should be obvious. I don't mean to put my stylist down but I'm on a budget and I can't afford to pay to have my hair styled and then go home and try to make it look better. What's puzzling is that it looked good when I looked in the mirror at her home. It wasn't until I made it to my car and looked in the mirror as I was driving before I first noticed how dry my hair looked. I would keep driving a short distance and then pull down the visor to check myself out in the mirror. I then realized that it really didn't look like my hair had been professionally styled (I was truly disappointed). She is such a wonderful, kind-hearted person and I know that she is very good at what she does. Maybe this was just a bad morning for her. I'll go again and make sure I look at my hair thoroughly before I walk out her door.
I'm about to call it a night after I wrap my hair and tie it up in a bandana (Aunt Jemima style!).
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Reaching Out
My friend made it to Dallas Sunday night and started her new job on Monday. She will be living with me until she is able to get her own place. Her daughter will not be coming until next week. Even though I have children, I'm not the type of person who loves to be around kids alot (not that I don't like them). Her daughter is an exception. She stayed with us for 2 days last week and she was never a problem. This is one child that I wouldn't mind babysitting at any time.
I remember when I had to live with someone during my divorce. It was the hardest thing for me (being so independent). I never want to be a burden on others. My friend is pretty much like me. I have made my home available to her on weekends when she plans on attending church (since it's an hour and a half drive each way). She has stayed on a few occasions but it was obvious that she didn't want to be a burden. I want to make sure that she feels welcome and is under no pressure to immediately find a place. It is clear that she is not a "user" and doesn't take advantage of other's kindness.
There are some (who I know oh too well) who think that this world owes them something. They will ride the backs of others until they break them down. My friend does not fit this category. I'm just glad to have the opportunity to help out someone who is truly trying to make a better life for themselves (and their child).
I remember when I had to live with someone during my divorce. It was the hardest thing for me (being so independent). I never want to be a burden on others. My friend is pretty much like me. I have made my home available to her on weekends when she plans on attending church (since it's an hour and a half drive each way). She has stayed on a few occasions but it was obvious that she didn't want to be a burden. I want to make sure that she feels welcome and is under no pressure to immediately find a place. It is clear that she is not a "user" and doesn't take advantage of other's kindness.
There are some (who I know oh too well) who think that this world owes them something. They will ride the backs of others until they break them down. My friend does not fit this category. I'm just glad to have the opportunity to help out someone who is truly trying to make a better life for themselves (and their child).
Friday, June 10, 2005
Going Through The Motions
That's pretty much how things are at my job. I am no longer content, let alone happy at my place of employment. There are a number of reasons for my discontentment, which I don't even have the energy name. The bottom line is -- I have got to move on to something else. You know it's bad when you have to pray to maintain a positive attitude and refrain from getting easily frustrated with those you communicate with.
The atmosphere seems much different from when I first started. I've only noticed this within the past several months. It's highly possible that the change in atmosphere took place earlier than I thought but I'm just now noticing it. I've been around people who constantly complain about their jobs but they don't do anything to improve their situation, whether it be speaking to their manager about their concerns or finding other employment. I will not be one of those people. It does me no good to spend at least 8 hours a day, 5 days a week in an environment that depresses me or leads to nowhere but a dead end.
I haven't felt this way in a loooooong time. I'll keep on doing my job to the best of my ability, while keeping my eyes open for other opportunities.
The atmosphere seems much different from when I first started. I've only noticed this within the past several months. It's highly possible that the change in atmosphere took place earlier than I thought but I'm just now noticing it. I've been around people who constantly complain about their jobs but they don't do anything to improve their situation, whether it be speaking to their manager about their concerns or finding other employment. I will not be one of those people. It does me no good to spend at least 8 hours a day, 5 days a week in an environment that depresses me or leads to nowhere but a dead end.
I haven't felt this way in a loooooong time. I'll keep on doing my job to the best of my ability, while keeping my eyes open for other opportunities.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
A Dreaded Trip
I am so not looking forward to heading back to Oklahoma tomorrow. A cousin of mine died last week and the funeral is being held tomorrow afternoon.
It is such a sad situation. This woman is a mother of 10 children (they are all adults now -- ranging from mid-40's to lower 20's). She was a christian woman who led somewhat of a hard life during her younger years. My grandmother ended up raising her after a certain poing (my grandmother's sister was somewhat of a party person who didn't do well taking care of her kids). My cousin took care of her children but there was quite a bit of dysfunction in their household due to the man she married (thank God she got out of that horrible marriage). I remember my younger sister and I visiting them a few summers when school was out. They didn't have the largest or fanciest house and were not considered well-off financially, but we had a wonderful time. We would go to church with them (they were of the Holyness faith) and the services were much different than those of our Baptist church. In addition to the adults, you had kids singing, shouting and playing the tamborine like they received formal training.
About 2 months ago a cousin called to tell me that this particular cousin was sick, to the point where she couldn't walk or use her hands. It was finally determined that she had muscular dystrophy. No one said anything about it being life threatening. She was either in the hospital or a nursing home in Missouri where she was living. The last thing I had heard about her was that a few of her children were working on moving her back to Oklahoma so that they could take care of her. I received a phone call from my oldest sister last Thursday informing me that she had died.
My heart is aching. I truly dread going tomorrow but I wouldn't want to not go. It's sad whenever someone you love dies, but for me, when it's a mother (regardless of the children's ages) it causes my own pain of losing my mother to intensify. I pray that her children will find peace and comfort in knowing that she is no longer suffering and is in a much better place.
It is such a sad situation. This woman is a mother of 10 children (they are all adults now -- ranging from mid-40's to lower 20's). She was a christian woman who led somewhat of a hard life during her younger years. My grandmother ended up raising her after a certain poing (my grandmother's sister was somewhat of a party person who didn't do well taking care of her kids). My cousin took care of her children but there was quite a bit of dysfunction in their household due to the man she married (thank God she got out of that horrible marriage). I remember my younger sister and I visiting them a few summers when school was out. They didn't have the largest or fanciest house and were not considered well-off financially, but we had a wonderful time. We would go to church with them (they were of the Holyness faith) and the services were much different than those of our Baptist church. In addition to the adults, you had kids singing, shouting and playing the tamborine like they received formal training.
About 2 months ago a cousin called to tell me that this particular cousin was sick, to the point where she couldn't walk or use her hands. It was finally determined that she had muscular dystrophy. No one said anything about it being life threatening. She was either in the hospital or a nursing home in Missouri where she was living. The last thing I had heard about her was that a few of her children were working on moving her back to Oklahoma so that they could take care of her. I received a phone call from my oldest sister last Thursday informing me that she had died.
My heart is aching. I truly dread going tomorrow but I wouldn't want to not go. It's sad whenever someone you love dies, but for me, when it's a mother (regardless of the children's ages) it causes my own pain of losing my mother to intensify. I pray that her children will find peace and comfort in knowing that she is no longer suffering and is in a much better place.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Fun At Six Flags
This past weekend was great!! We went to Six Flags on Saturday. We planned on getting there around 10:30 a.m. (made it around noon). As soon as we arrived we headed to the picnic pavilion area so that we could eat lunch (which was included in the ticket price). It wasn't bad at all. After that, we headed to the rides.
We rode the train that took you around the perimeter of the amusement park. We let the kids drive the antique cars -- which they loved! We also went on some boat ride that took you through an underground cave and had the various cartoon characters; bugs bunny, Wyle E. Coyote, Speedy Gonzales, Porky Pig, Yosemite Sam and a few others. We ran into other friends and I parted with them to ride the 'adult' rides while another friend took the kids to Looney Tune Land (ie. she had no intentions of riding anything that would even come close to having you let out a little whimper).
Me, feeling adventerous, decided to ride the Superman ride. I had never seen or heard of it before this past weekend. Me and my girlfriend are standing in line and I start to feel a bit nervous as I watch the continuous flow of people get on & off the ride. When our time came my heart was seriously fluttering. I had changed my mind at this point but I was already in the seat. The ride starts, it takes us up -- just a tad bit -- then whooooooooooooooosh!!!! We are like hundreds of feet in the air within about 5 or 6 seconds!!!! I am screeeeeeeeming my head off! My eyes are closed for fear of having a heart attack if I was completely aware of my surroundings. After that initial shock -- the ride then slowly lowers us and raises us again -- still somewhat slow. Then, it happens again -- whoooooooooooosh!!! We are shooting up in the air again like a rocket on the 4th of July!!! I'm screaming my head off -- again!! I'm just praying for this ride to be over and I promise myself that I will never, I repeat never, get on it again. The ride is over, I'm looking at my friend who is laughing at me (she tried to get me to open my eyes during the ride but I refused). I tell both her and the man to my that they are nuts!! This wasn't their first time on the ride.
After that, I didn't feel like being to daring anymore. There were a few roller coasters that I wanted to ride but I didn't have anyone to ride with (my friend who rode the Superman with me decided to ride the Batman ride with her cousin -- I wasn't having it -- it looked just as darying as the Superman ride). So we watched the kids ride a few more rides, grabbed funnel cakes on our way out and headed home.
An exciting but tiring day. I hope that the church picnic is held there again next year.
We rode the train that took you around the perimeter of the amusement park. We let the kids drive the antique cars -- which they loved! We also went on some boat ride that took you through an underground cave and had the various cartoon characters; bugs bunny, Wyle E. Coyote, Speedy Gonzales, Porky Pig, Yosemite Sam and a few others. We ran into other friends and I parted with them to ride the 'adult' rides while another friend took the kids to Looney Tune Land (ie. she had no intentions of riding anything that would even come close to having you let out a little whimper).
Me, feeling adventerous, decided to ride the Superman ride. I had never seen or heard of it before this past weekend. Me and my girlfriend are standing in line and I start to feel a bit nervous as I watch the continuous flow of people get on & off the ride. When our time came my heart was seriously fluttering. I had changed my mind at this point but I was already in the seat. The ride starts, it takes us up -- just a tad bit -- then whooooooooooooooosh!!!! We are like hundreds of feet in the air within about 5 or 6 seconds!!!! I am screeeeeeeeming my head off! My eyes are closed for fear of having a heart attack if I was completely aware of my surroundings. After that initial shock -- the ride then slowly lowers us and raises us again -- still somewhat slow. Then, it happens again -- whoooooooooooosh!!! We are shooting up in the air again like a rocket on the 4th of July!!! I'm screaming my head off -- again!! I'm just praying for this ride to be over and I promise myself that I will never, I repeat never, get on it again. The ride is over, I'm looking at my friend who is laughing at me (she tried to get me to open my eyes during the ride but I refused). I tell both her and the man to my that they are nuts!! This wasn't their first time on the ride.
After that, I didn't feel like being to daring anymore. There were a few roller coasters that I wanted to ride but I didn't have anyone to ride with (my friend who rode the Superman with me decided to ride the Batman ride with her cousin -- I wasn't having it -- it looked just as darying as the Superman ride). So we watched the kids ride a few more rides, grabbed funnel cakes on our way out and headed home.
An exciting but tiring day. I hope that the church picnic is held there again next year.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Nothing in particular
I've got lots of things on my mind (as always). Sometimes I feel is if my brain is in overdrive. I am always thinking about one thing or another. It amazes me when I ask someone what's on their mind and they respond with "nothing". I am truely puzzled. Am I that different or could it possibly be that the person doesn't want to share what's on their mind at the time? I've even asked that question, being that I'm so inquisitive. They've still stuck with their initial response that they have nothing on their mind.
On a different note -- I bought tickets to Six Flags yesterday for the church's annual picnic. Three tickets for $50 includes parking and food -- you can't beat it. I didn't take the kids last year so I decided to make sure we went this time (at the coersion of a few friends). I am soooo excited! I haven't been to Six Flags in about 10 years. The last time I went my son was in a stroller -- now that's been a real long time. The kids are excited too. Just about everyone that was in my Spiritual Growth class at church are going. We really have made it a point to stay in touch with each other, even though we finished the class over a year ago. Actually, one of the ladies that I met in the class wanted to keep my kids overnight. She followed me home from church last night so that I could pack their bags and get their swimming gear (she has a son about the same age as mine). She's planning on taking them to the movies as well. This will be the second time that they've spent the night with her (and they love it). My daughter called last night around 10ish to tell me goodnight. I thought that was soooo sweet!
Another lady who was in the class and who drove about an hour and a half one way to church has told me that she is moving to the DFW area. I'm glad about that as well. We have so much in common. We are both divorced and are parents (she only has 1 child though). We are about the same age (no more than a year apart). The biggest similarity is --- we have the same last name! Imagine that, and it's both our married names. Not sure if our in-laws are related or not. She is a remarkable woman. One other person in our group is like a sister to me. It's like me & my kids are a part of her family. Her family includes us in every gathering that they have. I just love being around family and she and her family has made Dallas even more like home to me, since I have no family here.
I guess I'll mention one other person that has impacted my life. That is the only man that was in the group (aside from the Facilitator). We have been seeing each other off & on for over a year. I don't know what life has in store for us but from observing our past, it is quite obvious that it is not easy for either of us to stay away from one another. We have our differences but overall I really enjoy spending time with him. I don't mention him much but I tend to be a rather private person. I've always been one to keep alot of things to myself. Only lately have I come to a point in my life where I can share my most personal thoughts/feelings with someone else. You better believe that the person who I confide in has got to be the truest of all true friends :). I will continue to be prayerful about this particular relationship. He has made it clear that he wants to be married and he would like at least one child (o.k. I'll take it a step further - he has specifically aske me if I wanted to have more children and has asked me many marriage related questions). I do not want to do anything that is not part of God's plan for me (as I've done in the past). I do not want to go through what I did in my previous marriage. I would rather be single & content than to be married and miserable. Yes, I am very much in love but often times it's not good to make decisions based solely on how our heart feels.
Now, back to Six Flags. My reason for looking forward to going to Six Flags is because I'll be hanging with people who mean the world to me, even though I've only known them a little over a year.
Final thoughts -- Yesterday I received a call from the Jeep dealership telling me that my license plates were in. I'll stop by after work on my way to pick up my children. With the kids gone, I was able to hang/fold alot of clothes last night that I had washed days ago. It seems like I don't have enough time to do everything that needs to be done. My son and I mowed the lawn Friday before going out of town. On Monday, it didn't even look like it had just been mowed. I guess we'll be working in the yard later today, if it doesn't rain.
On a different note -- I bought tickets to Six Flags yesterday for the church's annual picnic. Three tickets for $50 includes parking and food -- you can't beat it. I didn't take the kids last year so I decided to make sure we went this time (at the coersion of a few friends). I am soooo excited! I haven't been to Six Flags in about 10 years. The last time I went my son was in a stroller -- now that's been a real long time. The kids are excited too. Just about everyone that was in my Spiritual Growth class at church are going. We really have made it a point to stay in touch with each other, even though we finished the class over a year ago. Actually, one of the ladies that I met in the class wanted to keep my kids overnight. She followed me home from church last night so that I could pack their bags and get their swimming gear (she has a son about the same age as mine). She's planning on taking them to the movies as well. This will be the second time that they've spent the night with her (and they love it). My daughter called last night around 10ish to tell me goodnight. I thought that was soooo sweet!
Another lady who was in the class and who drove about an hour and a half one way to church has told me that she is moving to the DFW area. I'm glad about that as well. We have so much in common. We are both divorced and are parents (she only has 1 child though). We are about the same age (no more than a year apart). The biggest similarity is --- we have the same last name! Imagine that, and it's both our married names. Not sure if our in-laws are related or not. She is a remarkable woman. One other person in our group is like a sister to me. It's like me & my kids are a part of her family. Her family includes us in every gathering that they have. I just love being around family and she and her family has made Dallas even more like home to me, since I have no family here.
I guess I'll mention one other person that has impacted my life. That is the only man that was in the group (aside from the Facilitator). We have been seeing each other off & on for over a year. I don't know what life has in store for us but from observing our past, it is quite obvious that it is not easy for either of us to stay away from one another. We have our differences but overall I really enjoy spending time with him. I don't mention him much but I tend to be a rather private person. I've always been one to keep alot of things to myself. Only lately have I come to a point in my life where I can share my most personal thoughts/feelings with someone else. You better believe that the person who I confide in has got to be the truest of all true friends :). I will continue to be prayerful about this particular relationship. He has made it clear that he wants to be married and he would like at least one child (o.k. I'll take it a step further - he has specifically aske me if I wanted to have more children and has asked me many marriage related questions). I do not want to do anything that is not part of God's plan for me (as I've done in the past). I do not want to go through what I did in my previous marriage. I would rather be single & content than to be married and miserable. Yes, I am very much in love but often times it's not good to make decisions based solely on how our heart feels.
Now, back to Six Flags. My reason for looking forward to going to Six Flags is because I'll be hanging with people who mean the world to me, even though I've only known them a little over a year.
Final thoughts -- Yesterday I received a call from the Jeep dealership telling me that my license plates were in. I'll stop by after work on my way to pick up my children. With the kids gone, I was able to hang/fold alot of clothes last night that I had washed days ago. It seems like I don't have enough time to do everything that needs to be done. My son and I mowed the lawn Friday before going out of town. On Monday, it didn't even look like it had just been mowed. I guess we'll be working in the yard later today, if it doesn't rain.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Enjoyable, but tiring
That is how my Memorial Day weekend was. I drove to Oklahoma eaaaaarly Saturday morning (about 6:30 am). Traffic was not bad at all. I was able to maintain speeds from about 75 to 80 mph. Anything over that was a little too risky (being a holiday weekend, the State Troopers were out in full force). The last thing I need right now is a traffic ticket.
Once my feet hit the red dirt I was constantly on the go. I was back and forth from my grandmother's home to my youngest sister's and the 2nd oldest sister's homes. We had a big fish fry outdoors on Saturday evening that lastest well into the night. There's nothing like family gatherings under a big shade tree (while swatting flies). My uncle had this large outdoor gas stovetop looking thing. It was shaped like a square table. The top was like a stove top but bigger with 4 burners. He hooked up a butane tank, pulled out this huge cast iron skillet and the fish fry was on!! We had french fries, catfish & hushpuppies. I hate being so finicky when it comes to food. The catfish tasted a bit too fishy to me so I feasted on fries & hushpuppies -- hey, it was still good.
Sunday evening we grilled at my 2nd oldest sister's house. We had pork chops, baked beans, hot dogs, hamburgers & baked beans. We sat outside under her carport while the kids played outside. When it became dark, the kids relocated to her living room to watch movies. We coerced my nephew and a female friend of his to sing a few songs for us. These youngsters can really sing! One of the songs they sang seriously brought tears to my eyes. I can't really hang like my sisters so I ended up calling it a night about 11:30 p.m. and headed back to my grandmothers. There's no telling what time they finally shut it down.
Monday morning we went to the cemetary and put flowers on the graves of my mother and other family members. I will never forget my loved ones but visiting the cemetary is something that I can really do without. To be honest, I think I do it because it's expected -- not that the deceased can see you or are aware that you stopped by. I believe the most important thing is the relationship that you had with that person while they were still living.
We headed back to Dallas Monday evening around 4:30 p.m. We came across some type of checkpoint on one of the back roads that I take to get to I35. The State Troopers were checking for drivers licenses and proof of insurance. I had my license but no insurance card (since I had just purchased my SUV 4 days before). He looked at my license and said that he believed that I had insurance and let me continue my journey. Everything was going well until I came within about 20 miles North of the Red River. The freeway was reduced to one lane and traffic was HORRIBLE!!! On top of that, my daughter was having trouble breathing due to her asthma. She was in the back seat crying and I was trying to console her and tell her that we would be home soon. She finally went to sleep and after about 45 additional minutes later, we crossed the Red River. I took my chance and drove well over the speed limit. My baby was sick, she didn't have her enhaler or pills and I needed to get her home so that she could take a breathing treatment. We made it home around 8:45 p.m. I hooked up my daughter's machine, put the medicine in, put the mask on her face and flipped the power switch. About 15 minutes later she was moving around and starting to feel much better.
As I turned off all the lights, made sure the doors were locked and turned the alarm on before I climbed into bed, I began to regret that I didn't schedule a vacation day for Tuesday.
Once my feet hit the red dirt I was constantly on the go. I was back and forth from my grandmother's home to my youngest sister's and the 2nd oldest sister's homes. We had a big fish fry outdoors on Saturday evening that lastest well into the night. There's nothing like family gatherings under a big shade tree (while swatting flies). My uncle had this large outdoor gas stovetop looking thing. It was shaped like a square table. The top was like a stove top but bigger with 4 burners. He hooked up a butane tank, pulled out this huge cast iron skillet and the fish fry was on!! We had french fries, catfish & hushpuppies. I hate being so finicky when it comes to food. The catfish tasted a bit too fishy to me so I feasted on fries & hushpuppies -- hey, it was still good.
Sunday evening we grilled at my 2nd oldest sister's house. We had pork chops, baked beans, hot dogs, hamburgers & baked beans. We sat outside under her carport while the kids played outside. When it became dark, the kids relocated to her living room to watch movies. We coerced my nephew and a female friend of his to sing a few songs for us. These youngsters can really sing! One of the songs they sang seriously brought tears to my eyes. I can't really hang like my sisters so I ended up calling it a night about 11:30 p.m. and headed back to my grandmothers. There's no telling what time they finally shut it down.
Monday morning we went to the cemetary and put flowers on the graves of my mother and other family members. I will never forget my loved ones but visiting the cemetary is something that I can really do without. To be honest, I think I do it because it's expected -- not that the deceased can see you or are aware that you stopped by. I believe the most important thing is the relationship that you had with that person while they were still living.
We headed back to Dallas Monday evening around 4:30 p.m. We came across some type of checkpoint on one of the back roads that I take to get to I35. The State Troopers were checking for drivers licenses and proof of insurance. I had my license but no insurance card (since I had just purchased my SUV 4 days before). He looked at my license and said that he believed that I had insurance and let me continue my journey. Everything was going well until I came within about 20 miles North of the Red River. The freeway was reduced to one lane and traffic was HORRIBLE!!! On top of that, my daughter was having trouble breathing due to her asthma. She was in the back seat crying and I was trying to console her and tell her that we would be home soon. She finally went to sleep and after about 45 additional minutes later, we crossed the Red River. I took my chance and drove well over the speed limit. My baby was sick, she didn't have her enhaler or pills and I needed to get her home so that she could take a breathing treatment. We made it home around 8:45 p.m. I hooked up my daughter's machine, put the medicine in, put the mask on her face and flipped the power switch. About 15 minutes later she was moving around and starting to feel much better.
As I turned off all the lights, made sure the doors were locked and turned the alarm on before I climbed into bed, I began to regret that I didn't schedule a vacation day for Tuesday.
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