Mom had a nice little accident this evening, and she may not like me blogging about it, but oh well... She was showing me how to use a slicing machine to slice potatoes, and sliced off the tip of her right middle finger. She had the machine set at 1/4th inch thick slices, so she cut about a 1/4th inch of her finger! It took a while to stop the bleeding, and I still don't know if it's totally clotted bc we haven't taken off the massive gauze band-aid that Travis put on her. Needless to say, I got to finish cooking dinner. She was trying out new recipes, too! She said, "you'd know that as I was trying something new, this would happen!" The funny part is that she was just about to tell me to be careful, that I could easily slice my finger, and that's when her's was cut. Now, for the next few days, I'm going to be her servant *groan* (jk). I don't mind taking care of my mama!
I know I won't be able to sleep much tonight. I'll have my window shades open so I can watch the snow! Travis and I went to Target to gather batteries and a couple of cheap flashlights. We decided to err on the side of caution and have prepared ourselves, in case we lose power.
Trav does have to work tomorrow. He'll be going to two towns, where the showfall is predicted to be the worst! I'm not too thrilled about it, but I know he will be safe and will call me if anything happens or if he gets stranded.
Willie is still not doing well. He's just pitiful. He won't jump up on the furniature anymore, so one of us has to pick him up and put him in his desired spot. He sleeps a lot and hardly eats anything. I am so heartbroken right now. I love my little boy-dog, and I don't want him to go... not yet. I was talking to my Emmers, last night, and discovered something: I AM SICK OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS DYING! Seriously, when will it stop?!?!?! First Daddy, then Nonnie, and probably Willie within the next few weeks or even days.
It hurts that I can't help him. I want to make him feel better, but as mom reminded me - we have no control over it. Whatever is going to happen with Willie will happen. He'll be 14 in June, so he's lived a very long life, for his type. I'm just not ready for him to go... For almost 14 years it has been me, mom, dad, nonnie, and willie here in this house... Daddy and Nonnie are gone... and if Willie goes, that will leave me and mom (the last two of the "original 5"... because we do have the two cats and, now, Sasha, as well as Travis). Do you understand what I'm saying??? Oh well, it made sense in my head...
No luck on the job front, so far. I have had a request from my mom's friend's son to send him my resume. He is a part of a company that does school pictures for young children, and he really wants to talk to me about a possible job. We'll see if it pans out. I'm not frustrated yet, but it's beginning to wear on me.
That's about it. I'm still loving choir. Thursday night, I was upset about Willie, but then I went to choir rehearsal and my mood lifted! It just feels wonderful to sing again.
I'm off to watch it snow :)
