Tuesday March 27, 2007

Tuesday already and have been up since 4 a.m. again. At first I was a little grumbly about it but after a cup of coffee, my vitamin and motivational pills, and a piece of cinnamon bread toasted I was better. Then the air was warm and like we were on a lake this morning when we ventured out to deliver Isaac's papers. It only took 1/2 hour and was actually pretty fun being with him all alone and having a routine, and we get alone pretty well together. I have been gone quite a bit since I started working in Sodus Point on Tuesdays, Thursdays with Fridays and some Saturdays every other week and Isaac seems to be the one who mentions it the most. He sincerely misses me- which is nice, when it's not just for money. He makes me laugh.

Last night we had a birthday party for Tim, who is now 40. Mom made him his favorite flavor cake- French vanilla, and she melted frosting and dripped it over the top. Johnathan, Race and I went out together and picked out gifts and cards with the money Tommy sent from California. We got him a pair of jeans, and Zingers, Race got him box of chocolates, a Sponge Bob balloon with a crazy straw, a Sponge Bob card that he signed and squiggled a phrase as he spoke outloud- "Happy birthday Uncle Timmy we couldnt find the caker lighter but we got candles and put them on the cake AMEN". The caker lighter was the candles in the shape of a number which we have been moving around all year from one drawer to another and could not find it for the cake last night- nice. Race signed his name with a perfect R, an A that more resembles a Q, a C like a banana, and an E with 5 horizontal passes. It's a great signature for a 4 yr old and consistent. I love it, and more importantly Tim did. Isaac said he never saw Tim smile so much- so it was a great hit- Thanks Tommy, you were here. I put 40 bucks from you in his card as that was all that was left and fitting (get it 40). He smiled and stuffed it in his pocket quickly. Hey- why not.

So I gotta get going.
Today we get our new tires on the car at 9 a.m., talk to Pecia sometime today to see if indeed we can borrow the van for the Florida trip which we leave for Thursday morning, and at 10 a.m. I'm off to Sodus Point to work and file my divorce complaint and work on billing and learning default divorces. Sounds like a great day. I am not looking forward to my chiropractic appointment at 4:30 because my back is just starting to settle down from the last appointment. I had the beginnings of a rash on my belt line on the left of my spine and after electrical stimulation and ultrasound which increased the inflammation in that area, I was in misery over the weekend. I felt like a burning hot poker cut 4 inches aroung that area. I have not had a week with out discomfort after my treatments since I have started there. One week its my neck, then next my LB, and then back to my neck. Jerry said I should call and cancel my appointment then. I feel bad but I agree. Gotta get going have a great day. Sorry no pics of the birthday party- all with Sponge Bob party hats and balloons. You can picture it. Instead here is a picture of my car next to the snow bank just two weeks ago. Ciao from the lucky girl- I winned!!

OK now what? You have read about, Andrew, Ike, Race, Lori, Pecia. My mom and my dad live with me. You think I went on and on about my kids- wait until you hear about my mother. I'm sure people who know her all view her differently. She is very unique. She is very smart- she's a Thesier, they are all very smart- exceptionally smart! She raised 5 kids- not such a big deal in our family as she came from a family with 14 kids! WOW. I get to talk with her everyday and not just because she lives with me. We talked quite a bit before that too. You know when kids are growing up what a pain their parents can be? Well I'm sure I wasn't any different. Then when I had kids of my own I started to think about my mother and realized just how valuable she really is. Well thank God I had my kids young(22 when I had Andrew, and 25 for Ike)I believe that's when you really start to appreciate your parents- that's when it kicked in for me. When Andrew started acting like me when he was a baby that's when I called my mother and asked "if I apologize now will it stop?" We just laughed, and we have been able to laugh together alot since. She is a woman, a person like you and me and I am just interested in her very much. We talk about her mother, and her relationship with her mother. I told my mother that by the time we (my brothers and sisters) came around my grandmother was all worn out. The thrill of grandchildren was worn and not so shiny anymore. It wasn't that I thought she didn't love me or paid enough attention to me etc. I just watched her at family reunions and she was adored by all of us. I remember wanting to talk to her- but I was not alone. Everyone wanted to talk to gramma- so you usually had to wait- Kind of like waiting for Santa- He's special and he listens but there are alot of people waiting to talk to him too, and he know things about you that make you feel special and so does gramma. My mother shared that she didn't' remember talking to her mother like we talk. She remembers her sisters being involved with her more, and showing her and teaching her more than her mother did. Her mom was busy, always busy,e specially after grandpa died. I love my mom. I can tell her anything and I do,and she listens to me and helps me. She supports me even when I am wrong. She cooks for me (she cooks for everyone) and she makes me laugh. I just am so lucky to have her, she is so cool. I can go in her room at night after she has gone to sleep and talk to he if something is bothering me. Dad too for that matter. They are very wonderful people who have allowed me to grow and respect me and taught me to respect and so I respect my kids and look at them. It's a good idea. Talk, respect, help, support, live, love, laugh. It does a whole lot of good, and gets you through the rough times. I am a blessed girl- I winned!!!

My Ikey

OK I haven't posted a blog in awhile, sorry. Sorry Tom.
This is a long one but a good one. Worth reading. (I think so anyway, I've read it 3 times already:-))


This morning I woke up to a soft tapping on my door- It was my Ikey waking me up to help him with his paper route. It was 4:11 a.m. and I told him last night I would help him today. He has been calling the paper for about two months now looking for a paper route and got his new route just a week ago tomorrow. We have been living in tough financial times lately and he told me he feels guilty asking for money so he found a way he can have a job to make his own money and stay involved in sports. He has to get up at 4 a.m. and he has to have them delivered by 6 a.m., and 8 a.m. on Sundays. He has 47-50 papers (twice as many on Friday and three times the bulk on Sundays) and walks about two miles away to deliver them. This morning was 39 degrees out (it was warm!!!)while yesterday it was below 0 when he delivered.

Isaac is my middle child, which he has only been for 4 of his 16 years(that's when Race came around), so he is my big baby- BIG because he is pushing the top off 6'2", and the toe off a size 13 shoe. He wears a size 36x34 jean and they aren't baggy like the clothes kids today wear, they fit him. His heart is as big as they come. He has always been very helpful. When he was one year old he would make his bed when he still slept in a crib before he would climb out- Andrew would drag him out. Then he would come in my room and walk my comforter up from the bottom of my bed to the top while looking over the mattress saying "help oo mama". He would run to do anything I asked, especially if I asked Andrew to do for me. He would listen and run ahead of Andrew and have my request granted before Andrew had a synapse.

He liked a girl in kindergarten and when I asked her name he said "I don't know- the one with sun hair."
His first grade teacher told me if a child spilled their crayons in her room Isaac was the first one there to help them pick them up.

Isaac John named after his father who is John Isaac who was named after his grandfathers. I totally planned on calling him Isaac- When he was two weeks old Andrew, Isaac and I went to the drug store, and the pharmacist came over and "ooed and ahhed" over our baby and asked Andrew what his brothers name was- here was this beautiful little baby boy and out of my 2-yr olds mouth came "Ike". Nice, a baby named Ike. Well he has been Ike ever since. I used to ask him what his name was when he was 2 and he would say "Ikey John Bushey". I loved that so I always asked over and over. I love bugging him- maybe that's why he bugs me so much now- ya think?
His clothes are always pressed and neat especially before a basketball game or other sport. He does not like holes in his jeans like others wear them.
When he was learning to talk he would ask me something and if I did not understand what he said he just shut his mouth. I could beg to have him repeat it and to no avail- he would not open his mouth again until he could say it correctly. So I would not correct him when he would ask if we could go to the park in a "couple whiles".
He was the child interested in grandpa. When I would call Florida to talk to mom the phone got passed around- Andrew wanted to talk to gramma, then Ike got on and he would say "Hi gramma, where's grandpa?" Neither of them, Ike or grandpa were phone talkers- and would keep it brief- sharing basketball info (dad is a Orlando Magic fan)and NASCAR results. Dad didn't get the attention from the grandchildren first pick like that until Ike came around- well how could he compete with Grandma, she's first rate.

Ikey very sensitive and thoughtful and deserving of my help at 4:11 a.m. When I told him I would help him he said- "No mom it's really early, you don't have to help me, I can do it". I got up and bagged his papers with him and drove him around and delivered a few. I watched him try to go quietly up onto the porches of his customers so as not to make too much noise and wake them. When he got out of the car to deliver a paper he would tell me cut the lights so we would not disturb people still sleeping. He puts the paper on a chair next to the door for one elderly woman so she does not have to bend over to pick it up. He is thinking of other people, and being kind and considerate. This is gratifying to know someone so young is thinking of other people, is being kind, and considerate, and I know him. I am blessed.
He has gone back to bed now after we ate breakfast together- He had OATMEAL!!! Where did he come from?:-)- He thanked me and gave me a big hug- (the top of my head is under his chin). He has baseball practice this morning at 7 and again after school until 8 tonight, he is on the honor roll in school, and brought me a paper to sign this week so he can be a mentor to younger kids in school. It is so easy to help someone like him. I am so blessed to know him and be in his life. What a cool guy- and he likes me. I like him too. I love this kid, he is just what I wanted. They all are.

I told my kids that their dad and I may not have stayed together but they are to never think for one minute that they werent wanted because they were always wanted. I looked forward to meeting them as soon as I knew they were coming. I still enjoy the thought of getting to know them better everyday. And I do- I'm the lucky girl- I winned!!!