2005 IS HERE

aHHH. tHANK goodness. I was so sick of 2004. It was a crappy year financially for us, and already there is a bright side. My husband has a new and improved job, and in case you've read my previous posts, I love him again. The Christmas break gave us the well deserved moments of time to spend together and reconnect, so to speak. With four children and work, we are both really stretched to our limits sometimes. Of course, when money gets tight and we don't have real time for each other, I get irritable. (an understatement).
It is snowing outside, but the weather here in Erie, PA is really... oh what's the word, schizophrenic. Today it's snowing and the forecast said later in the week, it's going to be a high of 60. No wonder the flu bug flourishes in this area. Over vacation half of the family caught some virus that they are terming the "Norway Flu"? I'm not sure but I think it's that bug that was on the Disney vacation cruises. It's a horrible bug, and to put it delicately, you don't know what end to put on the toilet. I hope we don't catch it again before winter is over. Poop can be washed away, but the vomit smell just lingers. When I use pine sol, I half expect some kind of chemical reaction. Yuk.
Well, time for a truckstop tale.

One day, a truck driver sat in my section with his ten-ish daughter. The little daughter had forgotten her crayons in her father's truck.

"Daddy, I'm just going to go out to the truck to get my crayons." She said.

"Darlin', you can't go out there to get your crayons, all kinds a people in that parkin' lot. If somethin' happin'd to yuh, Daddy'd havta go ta jail." Said the truckdriver in a very matter of fact tone.

"Well daddy, y'already been there two times before," Said the little girl.

"Now ya didn't havta go an tell the lady that didja?" Said the trucker glancing in his peripheral at me.

Now what the hell are you supposed to say to that. I gave the little girl a pack of crayons and brought their drinks.