I prayed- I have prayed for you from the first second I knew you existed, snuggled in my belly.

I prayed for your health and happiness.

I prayed that you’d always make the right decisions.

I prayed I’d never fail you and that my arms would always be strong enough to catch you when you fell.

I prayed for your forgiveness for all those times I let you down.

I prayed that you always know that I love you, unconditionally.
I cried-

I cried when I first heard your heartbeat.

I cried when I saw your little body floating on the screen, a black and white mass with two tiny arms and legs.

I cried the day you were born, a perfect little baby the only thing that ever belonged to me, mine, forever.

I cried the first time your were sick because the last thing I ever wanted you to feel was discomfort.

I cried every time I had to tell you, “No,” because I didn’t have enough money.

I cried the first day of kindergarten.

I cried when you got your drivers license and

I worried – paced the floor at night until I knew you were safe.

I cried when you graduated from high school and again when you began college.

I cried at your wedding, and again when your child was born.

I cried every time I disappointed you and couldn’t live up to your expectations.

I cried and continue to cry for you, tears that I will never allow you to see.

Day 123 – Me. Myself and I.

My name is Brandy and It has been 12 days since my last entry.  Wow.

So much has been going on in the last few months that it has made it difficult to keep up on here, not that I have to keep up, that’s not exactly what I meant.  I made a New Years resolution to blog everyday, and for awhile, like most resolutions, I was doing great. Then like most resolutions made, they become less and less important, which kinda really sucks if you think about it.  A resolution is a promise you made to yourself… hell, if you cant keep a promise you make to yourself, you suck!  hahahaha.

I don’t suck, I just live a life that’s filled with a crap-ton of kids, a husband, 5 pets and college classes (that never seem to end).  My priorities are that of a housewife, momma, Nana, pet owner and full-time student sooo…  I don’t get a lot of, “me” time.  When I do have my own time to do whatever I want, the last thing I want to do is be stuck at a computer trying to remember everything I wanted to share weeks ago so instead I selfishly take long, hot baths complete with music and candles or I call friends to see who wants to grab a beer (or three).  I try to make it all about me, myself and I but I’ve forgotten how.

I’ve only been married for two years.  When I met my husband he was going through a bad divorce. There were a lot of legal issues to tend to where his children were concerned.  In the end he gained full custody and his ex-wife got slapped with a “no contact” order. (one that I find unfair) That was really tough on all of us in the beginning and it was a hellavuhn adjustment for me. I went from having two adult children (who had already left the house and began their own lives) and a 10 year old who was basically an only child to having three more kids, two of whom now lived with us full-time.  My youngest was usually with her dad every other weekend so I was use to having time to myself a couple of times a month.  Those weekends were spent doing whatever I wanted to do-  I spoiled myself with weekend getaways and spending a lot of time with pals, movies, eating out….  As soon as Scott and I were married, my ex moved across the country (when he was actually in the country) and his ex was kept away: I lost every second that belonged to just me.

There has been so much drama and chaos surrounding us for the last few years that I absolutely refuse to be part of any more. When there are holidays or other family get-together’s, I dread them. The days leading up to the gatherings, I get irritable. Again, it’s not that I don’t want to see family, I do, but then again, I really don’t.  I’d much rather go hang out with a friend, kick back on the back porch and drink iced tea…  something quiet and without kids and noise and chaos.  One thing that is a little double-standardy, (you liked that word didn’t you?) is that I like to have gatherings at my house.  I like to cook and bake and have lots of people over- I have a gift of hospitality and I enjoy using it buuuut (don’t you just hate this word?) at this point in my life, unless it’s a birthday party, I don’t like to hang out with a bunch of kids. It’s all I do and I am beyond burned out.

I did join a gym a month ago, it’s around the corner from the house; I can walk. I’m super excited about that!! Exercise is a great way to have “me” time because I can pop in my ear-buds and zone out. The kids have a membership too and that’s fine.  We can all go and do our own thing.  We all need to burn off extra energy and daily stress. Now if the damn gym would just open that would be great! UGH!! They’ve been building it all spring and it was supposed to open last month.  Until it opens I’ll just have to share my space and wait for bedtime.

Today I will complete my very last assignment for biology- hoping to finish with a strong B.  My courses are usually 8 week intensives however biology was 16 weeks of microscopic things, plant sex and death.  Truthfully I have enjoyed biology but I am so over it.  This summer I would have competed my degree buuuut (there’s that word again) I had dropped a few classes due to life and work-overload.  Two of those dropped classes have been completed. (shout out to the spring semester!) I have this week off and then a new class begins. The new class is one that I was acing until I got bored with it and failed to complete 3 papers. I got bored because it was too much of the same thing. I had already done the assignments so why did I need to elaborate to my other classmates in an online discussion board?  I’m a black or white person, I don’t do shades of gray.  There’s no need for fluff so I didn’t choose to fluff and I got a D in the class.  Thankfully under the college re-take policy, I can re-do any class I want in order to improve my GPA. My GPA is good now but why not make it better? I really cannot stand to see a D on my grade card when everything around it is A/B; I’d be so pissed if it was one of my kids so yeah… my momma brain is holding me accountable.  Don’t you hate that???!

You know, the ONLY reason I am in college at 40 is to be able to say I did it. No other reason except to use it as bragging rights against my kids. I want to eliminate any excuse they can come up with for not completing college. They will never be able to say, “Well you didn’t go…blah blah blah”

Um.. yeeeeaaah I did and I have the $60K bill to prove it!

(So take that you little brats!!)  hahaha

Day 79 – EF5

Sometimes the seasons fade into one another seamlessly just as smoothly as autumn cools into a colder winter that melts into a warm spring that blossoms into a hot summer. 
And sometimes the seasons don’t seem to blend into one another at all- fall crashes down into a frozen winter that floods spring out and goes straight into a scorching summer.

Life is like that; the seasons I mean.   Looking back it seems as though every 10 years were seasons in time; some harsh, some mild.  Many of my life’s  seasons were as predictable as day and night while others hit hard like an EF5 tornado at 3am.
No one is ever prepared for an EF5- even if they see it coming.

My 20’s and 30’s were pretty turbulent. Most of those decades was spent picking up scattered pieces of my life only to have another storm come along and tear them from my hands again.  The absolute worst time of my life has been times where my children were involved.

John and I share two kids, Tate and Kayla.   Right before our divorce was final John got down on his knees with his arms wrapped around my waist, his face buried in my stomach.  He cried and begged me to split the kids up… he wanted Kayla to stay with me because she was a little girl and he wanted to keep our son, Tate.  He said it wasn’t fair that I was leaving and taking both kids.   Fair?  I’d never given “fair” a thought where my babies were concerned.  They were mine but still my heart broke for John.  I had known him since I was 12- I didn’t hate him but I also didn’t love him like a wife should love a husband.  I fell in love with him with a 16 years old heart and at age 21 I realized that although my love was sincerely felt, it had changed with the seasons of my life.  I wasn’t 16 anymore.     I agreed to allow John to keep Tate while Kayla stayed with me. Every weekend the kids would be together either at my house or John’s and over time John and I became good friends.

The night before I moved out I was downstairs going through toys and books trying to separate them fairly for the kids.  So many times I’d pick something up and hold it to my nose and inhale my son’s scent deep into my soul. My heart was so broken.  I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing by leaving him behind.  I never wanted him to think his mommy abandoned him or didn’t love him-  God knows I never wanted to let him stay.   I tried to convince myself it was the best thing; the best thing for John, the best thing for Tate and maybe the best thing for me too.  John had me pretty convinced that I couldn’t take care of two kids on my own and I didn’t want them to have to go without.   How easily he could manipulate me. 

Throughout Tate’s childhood I tried to be a good mom.  I went to a lot of his football games but not all, and I should have.  I didn’t go to nearly enough of his wrestling meets either.  I couldn’t afford the best gifts or vacations but I never failed to love him.  Many times I didn’t even know he had a game or a meet-  he didn’t tell me because kids don’t tell their parents things like that (like they should) and neither did John.   I won’t lie, many times I was selfish and I didn’t think about what I was doing or how it might affect my kids.  I can’t blame anyone but myself for mistakes I’ve made regardless of my reasons. 

A couple of year ago the pain I had caused my son, that he hid deep within, came to surface and he bawled me out while I was a 1000 miles away on vacation. While speaking over the phone he called me by my first name and told me how horrible of a person I was, how rotten of a mother I’d alwayds been.. and he hung up leaving me broken in the sand. He then removed himself from my cell plan and changed his number. EF5.

On weekends I’d see him at church but he’d sit far in front of me and never look back. EF5.
Once I learned his new cell number I’d send him an occasional text to tell him I loved him. He’d not reply. EF5.
Over the next few months every one of my friends would turn their back on me…. and I’d get thrown out of the church that I taught at, served at, prayed and worshipped at. EF5. EF5. EF5.
What I was being punished for was adultry… and leagally, I had been separated for two years. The problem was, I started seeing someone (my current husband) before my divorce was final. Truthfully it would have been over a lot sooner if I could have afforded an attorney, but being that my good friend and I did it ourselves, it took a lot longer.
It was at this point in my life that I felt at my lowest.
Eventually the EF5’s would hit so hard that most nights while in the shower I’d fall to my knees weeping silently. Not because I wanted to weep silently but because I was too broken for sound. This was a time in my life I turned to God heavily. Through my sobbing I’d cry out to Him, begging for my son back. I’d pray saying that I didn’t understand any of it but it was His will.. not mine, and I’d ask for strength to get through it. One song verse in particular I held tight to.. I’d sing it in my head and out loud whenever I felt beaten down. “My heart will sing, no other name, Jesus. Jesus.” Over and over I’d sing, as though hypnotized by the lyrics. Sometimes when I needed so desperately to be near my son, I’d pull a shirt he had left behind, out from a zip lock bag (that I had placed it in to preserve its scent) and I’d hold it to my nose and inhale him deep into my soul. The same pain I’d felt 18 years earlier still pulsing in my veins..I’d sob. I’d never forgiven myself – how could I expect my son to??

This past weekend as my family and I stood singing praises to our Lord, those same lyrics were put upon the screen. In an instant every broken moment I had faced over the years flickered through my mind; I realized just how many prayers God had answered. I had been given new friends, I was now happily married and I was standing in a new church, singing the lyrics to the song that gave me strength- with my son 6″ to my left.

Last night I received a text from Tate. All it said was to listen to Aloe Blacc, “Mama hold my hand.” I immediately went to YouTube and found the song. As the tears I tried to hold back, fell silently down my cheeks the love I didn’t know my son felt for me, consumed me …like an EF5.

God is good.

Day 43 – “The Slap”

Ok so I’ve been waiting to view this mini series for a couple of weeks now and tonight was the night.  I have to say that I liked it but I hope it gets better or- – it’s going to a complete disappointment. 

Part 1 or 8:
A man going through a mid-life crisis is is turning 40. His wife decides to throw him a party where his overbearing Greek mother unintentionally takes over creating tension.  Then his siblings, cousins and teenage (almost) love affair spin out of control while the kids are playing wiffle-ball.   One of the bratty kids (who is about 6, has caused one problem after another the entire time he’s been around) starts swinging a wooden bat at the other kids and one of the adult cousins gets on him aggressively. The brat kicks the adult and the adult slaps the brat.

Ok.  Honestly I would have been pissed if someone slapped one of my kids. However, if my kid was being an ass all day and kicked a family memeber, well, I’d still be pissed but I’d get over it.  I would have shouted a few obsenities and possibly thrown an empty at my adult cousins head …but then that would have been that.  So…
It’s going to be interesting to see how this mini series will unfold.  Looks like the adult who did the slapping is going to be arrested and there’s going to be a trial.  Good greif.

By the way, the brat who got slapped, remember I told you he was about 6 year old?  Well, he’s still on the nipple…
His goofy momma whipped it out everytime he threw a tantrum.  If you ask me, it’s the momma who should have been slapped.



Day 41- Due Process is a BITCH

What I’m about to say will piss a lot of people off and quite possibly get me a few less followers- so be it.  
I don’t condone violence but I can now understand why kids walk into a school and shoot people when there are 15 disciplinary actions in front of expulsion for harrassment and bullying.    Wanna know how to solve it? Paddle that ass.   There in said it.

My 12 year old is beautiful and I’m not just saying that because she’s mine. If she were ugly I’d admit it because one thing that kills me is when parents think they have the cutest kids and they enter them in pagents.. I call it the “Honey Booboo Disease.”  But that’s not what this post is about.
My 12 year old has always been an honor roll student with good attendance. She’s always sparkled like a star with her peers/teachers and even been a peer tutor– but that’s before we moved to Lexington.

Lel started 7th grade at a new school in a new town and seemingly loved the change.  She was proud to move into a school zone that would allow her to graduate (in 5 years) from the same high school as her 91 y.o great-grandmother, her 60 y.o grandfather and two of her older siblings.  To be a Blue Devil is her dream.. and I’ll admit it makes me sappy to know she will follow in the footsteps of great family members.
Lel has a year and a half left in middle school with some of the worst kids I’ve ever had to deal with.  Soon after school started she was picked on by peers her age simply because the boys liked her.  I get it, girls are catty beasts; hell, I was.    I also know that middle school boys are full of piss & vinegar and they like to talk shit about who they’ve dated or had sex with or whatever even when it’s mostly bs.  I have two older kids who have made it all the way through and are now in college or own their own business. Not one time did I have to deal with bullshit like I’m dealing with now.    This is where the harrassment comes in. At first there was a little boy who wanted to go out with Lel but she turned him down.  This little creeper somehow got into Lel’s phone and got my phone number and my older daughters phone number and was calling/texting being ignorant so.. I had to call the school.  That ended that.

Next came a website that some kid(s) developed that was based on the latest middle school gossip.  Of course all the pretty girls were on there and being talked about like they were dirty whores.. Again, the school was contacted except this time in writing and threats of a lawsuit were made.  The IP address was eventually found as were the kid(s) who opened it and it was soon shut down.  Game over.

Next was an anonymous text sent from an unknown cell stating that the person on the other end was, “going to get her,”  Once more Lel took it to her guidance counselor and it was found out it was Lel’s best friend who claimed to be kidding. Guess the joke was on her-  this momma hates clowns.

And today it was brought to my attention that some little douche and his bags have been taunting Lel by calling her a slut.  Last straw.

I called the principal and told her that ever since Danielle started at her middle school my kid has gone from honor roll to D’s and F’s.  She has been picked at and talked about like shes a whore when she has YET to have ber first kiss.  She’s been put on a mild antidepressant for anxiety AND dreads going to school… then I told her that these are the reasons why kids walk into school and kill people or hang themselves from trees and I was DONE with it.  I told her she needed to fix ALL of the shit,  like YESTERDAY or I would.
I will do whatever I have to do to protect my cubs… I’ll blast the school on the news, picket in front of her front doors, as well as get an attorney. The principal told me she’d take care of it asap.  I informed her that when Lel went to a guidance counselor she was instructed on how middle school boys act and that she needs to learn to deal with it.  The hell???  Last time I heard my taxes weren’t paying her ass to blow my kid off… would be in her best interest to solve the damn problem.

I have a good kid. I really do-  I’m not just saying that. Wanna know how I know? Because I’m a nosy momma and I randomly go through her Facebook and instagram. If I see anything that’s inappropriate she has to remove it. We talk about why its inappropriate. I also see who she texts and what she says. I have her passwords, not her.  I make decisions for her because she’s 12.  I don’t allow her to dress “slutty” and I screen her friends. She has a time her phone is to be shut off and she has a bedtime at night.
SHE’S 12!!!!! 

I’m not overprotective and most of the time I allow her to fight her own battles. I do understand that when a kid starts at a new school it takes awhile to grow some new roots.  Danielle had been in the same school system with the same kids since kindergarten – just the same as the kids in her new school have been. I get it, there are clicks already formed and the “new kid” has to earn their way in. That’s fine. I’ve been there myself.  I also know that Lel isn’t innocent and you better believe that she is called down for ill behavior towards others. I’m not some naive mother who thinks her kid does no wrong.  I don’t like to get into the drama of middle school but I will when it becomes more than typical middle school drama. When it becomes bullying or harrassment I have zero tolerance.

If you want kids to stop killing other kids and their teachers and/or killing themselves then stop blowing shit off and do something about the bullies when it’s brought to your attention THE FIRST TIME!!!!!!! 



Day 40 – What a day!

Good God… I am so sick of biology.  Just took a test and got an 81.2 and you know what?  I’m happy with that.  I don’t know about you but I am NOT a test taker. I can study and read, read and study. You should SEE my notes; work of art.  They aren’t just a bunch of stuff scribbled on paper, they’re more like color-coded schematics of knowledge.  If I’ve highlighted something I think is important in a certain color, every new note pertaining to that particular highlighted area is written in that color of ink– they have to match so I don’t have to look for what goes where. I have a short amount of time to answer the questions so my notes are OCD: level boss.  No joke.  My test are open book too. You would THINK I’d ace that bitch…nope. I don’t know what happens to my brain – it’s like all of a sudden everything is written in hindi… a bunch of random scribbles none of which looks anything like an A, B or C.
Oh well, I have a week before the next test so tonight I’ll accept my low B as if it were an educational Grammy. That’s right.. I’ve got it polished and sitting in a glass case.  So. Don’t judge me.


Besides the biology test I had an essay to write and I had Miss Rae today. Poor baby, she’s sick. Last week her momma took  her to the pediatrician for a bad cold and possible UTI.  Flu swabs, RSV swabs, catheter… all came back negative.  Last night she was taken to the ER for another bout of the same test PLUS a chest xray.  She is positive for RSV.  Would have been swell if her pediatrician would have given the swab two hours to fester before reading the test.. you know, since that’s the required time limit instead of doing a rapid test. Would have had her treated two days earlier.  Smh.
RSV is a highly contagious upper respiratory infection that can be quite dangerous for a baby.  If adults catch it (and I will because that baby will not leave my water cup alone) it’s just a bad cold.  Rae-bug is now the not-so-proud owner of an inhaler, some icky antibiotics and a round of steroids.  She’s been in good spirits but she’s clingy.  Today after her nap she went into a coughing fit- – couldn’t catch her breath. Scared her to death which made her cry..and that made more snot for her to choke on.   I hate it when people are sick but especially babies because they can’t tell you what hurts or what they want. 

Popcicles.   They want popcicles so we bought a box of 100 and another box of Italian Ice swirl pops.  Best grandparents ever!

Oh and the frosting on the cake was when I was in the basement putting laundry into dry, thought I heard Rae cry, took off running towards the steps, crashed into the downstairs door with my bad arm (the one in had surgery on and just had injected with cortisone) …only to get upstairs to find her still sleeping sound.  After the adrenaline wore off, I felt the throbbing, then the knot. It hurts so bad right now.

I’m going to bed now so I can stare at the darkness and worry about next week’s biology test.


Day 28 – “Beyond Scared Straight”


Have you ever seen this show?  You see what happens is this: a county jail takes in about 10 “at risk” kids as part of a court ordered program to, well, scare them straight.  Oh my God kids are bad these days.
These kids walk into the jail with smiles on their faces and wear their offenses proudly, as if they had on shiny gold badges.   THEY’RE BABIES!!! I’m talking 11 to 17 years old. 
Sometimes when I’m watching the show I laugh.. I mean co’mon now, an 11 year old ‘gang banger’? Oooooh scary!! 👇👈👉👋☝👌✊✌(that’s me throwing up gang signs on my android like an 11 year old) 😂

Ok look.. this little girl was 11; tell me who the hell is going to be afraid of an 11 year old little girl who’s wearing a pink, sparkly Justice tshirt and light-up sneakers?  I know I wish she’d try to intimidate me one time ’cause when she did, it would be her last damn time. hahaha She better hope those light-up shoes make her butt fly like Buzz Lightyear.
mmm mmm mmm..  

These Oklahoma kids were those children of the corn Stephen King warned us about!!! No joke.
These kids had violations for petty theft, drugs, fighting, arson, grand theft auto, fraud, forgery, assault on a parent. . .
Whoa. Stop. Back-up. 

I know kids do some stupid stuff, I get it, I’ve been there, done that and own the tshirt(s) but you can bet your life that no matter what ignorance my kids have done or will do, they will NEVER stand up in my face and disrespect me.
Nope. Momma don’t play those games.

Let me just say, I don’t have perfect kids…any one of my kids could at any moment decide to disconnect from common sense. For example, I had one steal from a store when she had more than enough money on her person and in the bank and she had a damn job. When the officer called me (and after my adrenaline from getting a call from an officer had disapated) I begged him to take my child to juvie to wait for her court date.  This momma is a good momma because this momma was like.. sit in jail you little shithead and while you’re in there, Imma cut off your cell phone and take your keys away.
….but the officer said juvie was full and I had to come pick her up.  WTH? What did he mean “full”?  And what did he mean I had to come pick her up?? 
Omg I had to drive from a birthday party almost 2 hours away from that child .. do u know how much pissed offness a momma can conjure up in 2 hours time?
Her punishment was a fine of $500 that I refused to pay and she had to make a few trips back up north to a check in with a court designated worker..kind of like a parole officer.   Lemme tell ya,  because I was like, “rot in jail,” that kid of mine has turned out to be a productive member of society.   She’s now a married momma herself. She works as an SRNA and will be a respiratory therapist upon graduation. (very soon btw) 

My son, he decided at the age of 20 to obtain a fake ID and get drunk at Hooters.   He tried to be smart after and sit on the curb with his buddy to sober up but.. his buddy decided he was ok to drive and tried to take the keys from my son. They started fighting and well, by doing do they drew attention on themselves and a cop came by.  My son was honest on why they were fighting. The cop ran their ID’s.. yep, the fake ones.  When he couldn’t bring up any info on the boys he questioned them.  My son was like.. “Which ID  did u run sir?”
The cop was nice but took them to jail to dry out. (Which I’m thankful for) They were also fined and that’s how I found out about the incident.  Here’s that telephone call:
Me: Hey Tate, missed you at church this morning.
Tate: yeah I’m sorry momma, I was out late- had to bail a friend of mine outta jail.
Me: oh. Ok. Anyone I know?
Tate: Uh uh.  Hey mom, if someone had to pay a fine where would they go to pay it?
Me: (proceeds to tell him)
Tate: Ok, mom.. it was me. I was in jail. Blah blah blah…
Good grief.

Thankfully Tate’s few hours in jail were enough to keep him out of trouble. He too a productive member of society, married, owns his own flooring business and has a baby on the way.
(Oh I can’t wait for paybacks) haha

In today’s world you just can’t take parenting lightly.  I’m really glad my two oldest had jail experiences.

3 to go…




Day 20- Hodge Podge

What a day this has been.  I woke up this morning with nothing on my schedule but a hair appointment at 10 o’clock this morning but it ended up being cray-cray!  How does this happen?

As I sat with my hair full of foils, my 12 y.o. daughter Danielle, calls to tell me she can’t breathe and needs her inhaler and then my mum calls to tell me she’s being taken to the hospital- but I didn’t know any of this until later because I didn’t hear my phone ringing while I was under the dryer.  Of course as soon as I found out I attempted to call them both but both let me go to VM.  I panic when my 12 y.o. has issues because she is epileptic and I’m always fearful she will have a seizure. She has only had two (11 months apart) and is currently 14 months seizure free.  I know in my gut that she has outgrown the nightmare but it’s so hard at times to trust my instincts.  If you have ever witnessed your child turning blue and foaming from the mouth, you’d understand how powerful the sense of helplessness is- it stays with you forever.    Anyway, my husband called me shorty after to tell me he was on his way to the school with an inhaler, not to worry-  I was worried and I continued to worry until I heard from Danielle.   As my husband and I spoke we came to the conclusion that Danielle probably wasn’t having an asthma attack but rather a bout of anxiety over a regional band audition.   This morning Danielle told me that her audition was tomorrow night at 7, turned out she was wrong.  Her nerves had a grip around her throat and she was freaking out.  When she finally text me back she said she was fine and didn’t need her inhaler which made me feel a crap-ton better.

My mum- she’s fine too but I didn’t know that until after my hair was done and I walked into the ER.  There she sat, fine as frog hair with her cousin.  I didn’t stay long because there was no reason. My mum was fine and seemingly in decent hands- what was I going to do except worry about all the germs that were clinging to the inside of my nose and reeking havoc on my immune system??  No thanks.  After a quick hug and a bath in Purell I was off to grab lunch; two donuts & coffee from Dunkin.  MMMmmm….Once home I caught up on the laundry and homework. Same ole shit as every other day.  I really don’t mind though, I like being a housewife.  I wouldn’t trade my housewife life for the single life ever.  It’s what I was built to do.

Tonight at dinner I was taken aback a little.  We went to City Barbeque and a guy I know who worked there, his photo was in a frame on a shelf.  I walked over expecting to see him being recognized for outstanding customer service but instead he was being remembered a year after his passing.   Wow.  I feel like we just saw him – he was just smiling and talking about his kids, how happy he was managing City.  He went out of his way to serve us and to make sure we were happy and would return.  I didn’t know Geoff well, but what I did know of him, he was a good guy. He was my age- 40.  Sad. Very sad.     When I got to the window to order I asked what had happened to him- she ‘thinks’ it was a car wreck.  I’ll have to Google that after this post. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to know what happened to him.

Anyway, so Danielle is off to her audition with the other kids from the state and I am off to my workshop to begin stripping paint from an old chair of mine.

. Danielle

GOOGLE RESULTS::** At 1:16 p.m. Monday, officers responded to an injury accident on Boone Avenue in which a vehicle driven by Geoff Thomas of 140 Alabama St. reportedly pulled in front of another vehicle, driven by Chelsea Jacobson of Paris. Thomas was unable to speak to officers at the scene and was transported to the University of Kentucky Medical Center with unspecified injuries. Jacobson told officers she was southbound when Thomas pulled in front of her.**