Am I the Problem Here?

So my daughter has a cell phone. Something I did not even want but had to get. Something her father was going to get for her. A friend we ended up couch surfing with gave my daughter her first phone. That one she dropped and dropped in the toilet etc.

Finally it was on it’s last legs so another friend of hers gave her a recycled one of the same model. That one wasn’t in great shape when she got it. She treats it about the same.

It is now as it approaches it’s last legs that she texts me while spending the night else where “Call me!” I call, she starts with all that has been wrong with her phone. I tell her I am not at all thinking about buying her a new one.

She calls me mean & selfish. I did just buy myself a new one so of course that makes sense…NOT.

Then she gets all upset because I never do anything for her. I won’t listen and just go along with her. Waa waa waaa

She ends by mentioning a dog where she is has chewed up her phone charger/cord and she needs a new one. Only after I mention the seeming non nonsensicalness of spending good money on a full price replacement piece for a phone that is on it’s last legs does she throw in that there is a discount place which would sell us one for less and that is really all she called to ask about.

So why not lead with the good parts is my only question. This information is what I needed to consider. We get off the phone.

Later I get a text from her saying another friend is about to get a new phone and would recycle the old one to my daughter if we need and want.

To date I have done nothing and I think things are fine. The dd has calmed down and the phone is still functioning. Someone else had an old charger to give her.

Somewhere in this all I think there is a message about depending on the wrong people as sources as well as about communication and how best to present a case to someone and get the reaction expected or preferred.

When will mine learn that I am not a sucker for hard luck cases?

Bus Trials & Trails

Ok... so the other night I needed to catch a bus @ 5:45 that would get me to the front of my college by 5:54 for a 6pm night class. I live 5 minutes away by auto and got to the bus stop around 45 after the hour. My bus departed between 40 and 44 after apparently because I did not catch one until the next run half an hour later.

This morning, I rush out to again utilize the local public transit and step in some mucky mud. It got not just on my cute girly shoes but the bottom of my pant leg. ARGH

The days I wake up late it means I will be half an hour late for class because that is how often the bus runs but it takes me 12 to 15 minutes to walk so about the same difference. No way I can get there on time.

Do I need strength and endurance training for some reason to be seen in the near future? I know walking, which I do as much as riding, is good for me. Intense itching can occur if I don’t properly warm up??? or have on restrictive clothing some times. Other times I have walked double the length in heels with groceries and just felt the weight of the items I was carrying. Go figure.

The night that happened in fact...

A bus I needed to catch ran so late I missed the train to get to the last bus running by my house that evening. I could have walked to the train station but not by the time I realized the bus would not make it.

Friends say they are willing to give me a ride but no one goes out of their way to just include and involve me in their plans for the day so I can get to the bank or grocery store. I feel forgotten and forsaken. Is it that I just have to ask? I doubt it. Good thing I am able minded and able bodied. I don’t need much help 'cause ain’t much coming.

I am not complaining just explaining what it’s like. There are of course much worse things to have happening in one’s life. The night I missed the last bus as I trudged towards home loaded down I was praying and talking to God. Nothing else to do right? lol “I need some help.” I said.

As I came down the freeway over pass there was a pan handler. He noticed my plight. "Ma'am can I help you?" he asked. What the heck is he going to do… I was thinking. He gathered his stuff and carried a few of my bags all the way to my apartment complex at least a mile. Interesting…I was appreciative.

Some help and it’s what I got. I had been thinking I could flag down a passing motorist who seemed to be going in my direction. Getting help from a pan handler on the side of the road who turned out to live in the neighborhood next to mine. Yeah no was not on my radar...

Decade Review. Disasters & Glee!

01 A wandering prodigal. I had a p/t seasonal job from a previous season. A permanent placement offer was on the table. Before 9/11 all that changed. I became Nanny to a family which visited NYC that August.

02 I picked up some supplemental hours at the old job and was released as Nanny. For a moment with the cushy job the plan had been to put money away for buying a house at around age 30.

02 Was the year I bought an ice cream maker and created delectable premium recipes with it.

03 God came calling and I said yes to Him.

04 Again a Nanny job ended, my car died then my coffee maker (ask me which I whined more about). Finally I lost my apartment.

05 With no transportation and a bit demoralized I was living back home with parents. To cheer myself up I started a little, online, local, homeschooling support group that is still going strong with over 300 families to date.

06 Early in February God confirmed that some where out there is a husband He wants me with. Then abruptly two weeks later my dad died unexpectedly in a car crash on his way to work. That summer my mother took me on vacation with her and gave me her car. That fall she evicted me. I ended up living with a friend of mine who has a mansion in El Macero a suburb of Davis for the winter. Did I mention the indoor pool? Ahahahaha

07 I got into my own place again and really wanted to move to NM but God said No… We gained and lost 3 kitties.

08 God gave L a dream and told me to put her in public school. (Crazy right?) We did Sly Park and moved 4 times.

09 I started @ Epic Bible college. We moved 4 times again the fourth of which L did not come with me. I ended up right where God wanted me and made friends with a teen age boy.

Last year I moved 4 more times (can you say "this gets old"?) and spent the summer in Rocklin while working downtown. It’s like He didn’t know I am not one for commuting. It killed my car. Waa