Bike Riding and stuff

So I've taken up a new hobby.  Bike riding.  I haven't ridden a bike since I was 18.   Yesterday my fat ass got up on a bike and I actually rode with the girls to the library and back.  That's about a mile one way.  That's huge for all of us.   There were definitely tears involved from Abigail and Caroline about it being too far.  Megan griped at everyone there and back.  Brigid was the only one who pretty much remained calm during the ride.  Well and me of course.  What a frickin' spectacle we made of ourselves.  We already attract a lot of attention.  Four daughters, 3 of whom are triplets, riding bikes down the street.  My big fat butt on a bike.   Then add the crying and screaming and people were actually slowing down to stare at us.  Wee. Ali said she pictured us in a scene from The Sound of Music.  All cheerful and everything.


My goal is to try and work up to riding my bike back and forth to school.  That depends on whether I can get the trio ready in time to catch the bus in the morning.  If I can I should be able to make it to school by 9 a.m. 

After dinner the girls and I got back on our bikes and rode to a park nearby.  I ended up meeting a 76 year old woman named Delores (cue the Jerry Seinfeld reference) who was there with her granddaughter.   She was 10.  My girls played and I chatted.  I found out Delores had just had her second knee replacement surgery, has two children, 3 grandchildren, and 1 great-grandchild.  I enjoyed chatting with her.  Mainly because I just miss my Mom.  My Mom would be turning 75 next month.  Really I just wanted Delores to hug me.  I know, I know.  I don't like hugs but I would have liked a hug from someone who reminded me of my Mom.  I probably would have cried if she did hug me.  So instead we rode our bikes home.

Today was minor house repair day today.  I washed walls and spackled holes.  The girls helped flood wash the hallway.  We went to yoga and I ran errands.  I should have tried out yoga today but the idea of having an hour of quiet time was actually more appealing.  I ended up at Walgreen's where I bought posters and poster markers.  We are picking up my friends tomorrow from the airport and I get to meet their two new children from  Russia!  The girls wanted to do posters and balloons.  I hope I don't cry too badly.  Ali is coming with tomorrow to help with transportation.  She is worried I will scare the kids.  Just imagine being 2 and 3, landing in a foreign country where nobody speaks your language, walking down the airport corridor to be met by a large, crying woman with pink and white hair.  Oh boy.

Along with the transportation tomorrow I am also going to their house to tidy up before they get home.  I also volunteered to help a friend with yard work on Friday because her husband is having surgery this week. I'm actually enjoying helping friends out. I didn't realize how much I was neglecting while working that job I had.   I didn't realize how much stress I was under until I've gotten two months out from that place.  I feel badly that my children got neglected.  I feel badly that my friends got neglected.   While I'm not having Sound of Music days I am definitely having long stretches of stress-free time.

We also stopped this evening to take one fabulous picture.  Brigid in front of St. Brigid's Catholic Church.  Nothing like sharing a name with a saint. Brigid is MY hero.

Now off to bed.  Busy day tomorrow!!

I pick that one. No, wait that one. No! Wait this one.

I've been writing this blog post in my head for a couple of days now.  It seems that every Mom of multiples is weighing in on this one particular topic.  Let me start by sharing one of my favorite picks of my trio:

Abigail, Caroline, and Brigid at the First Communion practice.  3 very different girls.  3 very different personalities.  I can't imagine my life without them. 

Let add that I am pro-choice.  You can try and persuade me in any way you like including reminding me that I am a Christian.   Still not going to change my mind but that's not quite what this post is about.  

My infertility journey is a long one.  Just read my biography at the beginning of this blog.  Not one of my children came easily to this family.  I realize that most people will try and tell me that I should be anti-choice because Megan was adopted.  Megan's birthMother had a choice in deciding to carry Megan to term and to place her for adoption.  And to her I will forever be eternally grateful.

That's me holding Megan for the very first time.  That rather pained look is me starting to burst into tears.

Every parent of multiples, I'm talking 3 or more babies, is given the selective reduction speech.  The doctor tries to scare you into reducing 1-2 babies to supposedly take you out of the high risk category.  You are given many grim talks about all the dangers you and your babies will face if you choose to continue on with a multiples pregnancy.  Our lovely doctor, a reproductive endocrinologist,  gave us this speech each and every time we sat down in his office.  He even went so far as to try and schedule a trip to Memphis to have this done around the 13th week of pregnancy.  Apparently they don't have specialists here in little ol' Louisville who can do selective reduction. No matter how many times we tried to tell the doctor that we didn't want any part of selective reduction, he just kept on bringing it up.  We tried for years through many difficult surgeries and procedures to get pregnant.  There was no way in hell, no matter how severe the consequences, were we going to choose to get rid of any baby.  I didn't spend all that time, anguish, and money trying to get pregnant to all of a sudden become unpregnant.  

On our last visit with the RE, before we switched over to the maternal/fetal OB, we were again given "the talk".   My ex in one of his more brilliant moments began talking with the doctor about the doctor's children.  He had two daughters of whom he was quite proud.  One was in college.  One was at Manual.   He beamed when he spoke of their accomplishments.  When he was finished beaming, my ex asked him one very simple question.  "Tell me Dr. N.  Which one of your daughter's would you have chosen to reduce?"  Dr. N sputtered and was at a loss for words.  Selective reduction was never brought up again.

Which brings me to tonight's topic.  Yes I know.  I'm wordy.  There is a blogger out there who is writing about her journey through infertility.  Here's the link to her blog so you can read for yourself.  http://babymakingmerrygoround.blogspot.com/2012/06/multifetal-reduction.html

She did IVF, put in two embryos, and ended up with four babies, a singleton and ID triplets.  Very early on she lost on of the babies so she is pregnant with a singleton and ID twins.   She had decided to go for selective reduction and is going to reduce to a singleton.  Again her decision.  Remember I am pro-choice so I am not completely bothered by her choice.  I couldn't do it.   She has spent years trying to conceive and has been blogging about her journey.  She is active on many infertility websites as well.  What bothers me so very much about this blogger is her almost cavalier attitude about what she is about to do.   She talks of this choice with as much emotion as you would trying to pick out what to have for dinner.   She isn't worried about the risks for herself or her babies as much as she is making a life style choice.  She doesn't want triplets to interfere with her lot in life.  I don't get it. 

"Why would you spend all these years trying  to get pregnant, to then work so hard to get unpregnant?"  

She has been blogging on another site about her triplet pregnancy.  She takes belly pics and talks about maternity clothes and cravings.  "Um excuse me?  You are about to abort two of your babies.  You don't get to talk about your triplet pregnancy!!"   It bothers me that she is portraying herself as a hero to others who are making the selective reduction choice.  "Lady, you are not a hero.  You are a selfish person who coldly writes about your choice.   Please don't carry on about your positive mindset when you are far from being positive!"  She writes that SR was not exactly a hard choice for them.  

I'm pretty sure I would be more supportive if she wrote about the anguish and heartache involved in the decision.   If there were some genetic problem.  If she was so high risk that it put her or her babies' lives at risk .  There would be an outpouring of love and concern.  Of understanding.   Then she would be a hero to those faced with a very difficult decision.  But to say this wasn't a hard choice just makes her appear as cold hearted.   She doesn't understand why people are so aggravated with her.  It's not the choice itself as much as the attitude that has people so pissed off.  

I have had a lot of negative effects from having triplets.  I lost my marriage, my big, fancy house. My sanity.  It has been a hard battle.  I'm in a small apartment with bills I can barely pay and am starting over with a new career.  Yet I am so damn Blessed to have triplets!  I love my children.  All of them.   I love every single struggle and heartache.   They are a treasure.  A Blessing from God.  They make me laugh every single day.  My heart is going to burst with all the love I have for my girls.   

So which one (or two) should I have chosen to get rid of?

I could get use to this

It's been a busy week at Chez Harrigan.  The girls were with their Dad last week.  It was nice to get a break from noise.  There were so many days when I never even turned the TV on.  I kept myself busy helping friends, visiting friends, and just enjoying my down time.  The girls came home on Saturday.  We've been moving ever since.

We spent a lot of the week swimming.  Our apartment pools are finally opening from 10- 9 p.m.  They had been open only 3-7 everyday.  Today alone we went twice and it was wonderful.

With me starting school in August, the girls were excited to go and see where I will be going to school.   We went on Monday and all got makeovers.  With free services and receiving student discounts on everything, it cost me almost nothing.   Caroline only wanted french braids so that is what she got.

Megan wanted to look like Kristen Stewart so we did a semi-permanent color to try it out.  That way if she didn't like it, it would just wash out over time.

Abigail simply wanted a cut to make her hair a bit shorter for summer.

Brigid wanted a complete cut.  It suits her so beautifully!!!

(Yes that is a leprechaun foot on the bathroom door.  He came to visit for St. Patrick's Day and apparently he leaves footprints that don't come off.)

I wanted something so very different.  I had this hair color in my mind for a couple of months and thought if I was able to go to cosmetology school then I would get it.  If I stayed in teaching then I would not.  

It is so incredibly freeing finally allowing my appearance finally match my inner personality.  Those are pink highlights.  

Tuesday we hung out at home.  My allergies are killing me.  This is the worst they have ever been.  One of the things I'm allergic too is bluegrass.  I live in the frickin' bluegrass state.  

Wednesday was the 4th of July.  We went to Locust Grove which is the oldest home in Louisville.  I've been wanting to take the girls for forever and took advantage of the fact that the tour was free.  My girls actually really enjoyed it.   

Thursday was an epically busy day.  The girls were going to get manicures at Empire on Tuesday but we ran out of time.   So I took them back on Thursday.  It was so unbelievably adorable to see all 4 girls sitting at tables getting their nails done.  My girls chatted with the students doing their nails.  It was definitely an image of my future with 4 teenagers!!

After nails we went to Old Navy because I have to wear solid black pants and either a solid black or solid white shirt to school everyday.   I'm a pattern kind of girl so I don't have a lot of solid anything.  I found two pairs of pants for $7 each and two white shirts both of which were $2.50.   As I was looking at the clearance racks my girls started to look at their sizes as well.  I love that they don't even look at the regular racks.  They head straight to the sales!   They started finding jeans and shirts for $1.47.  I rarely, if ever, let the girls try anything on.  I just bring the clothes home to the girls.  It was so spontaneous as they each asked to try on a shirt in the dressing room.  The store was not busy so I said ok.  An HOUR later my girls had tried on just about everything on the clearance racks.  They had so much fun!  I enjoyed just sitting on a bench watching the girls smile through every outfit.   I ended up buying each girl a pair pants,  2 shirts, and a pair of shorts.  At a $1.47-2.00, I couldn't pass it up!!  

We headed to Kroger and shopped for dinner.  We came home, they ate, and then headed to yoga.  Yes you read that right.  Yoga.   I saw an ad for Yoga East that said they had classes for kids and scholarships were available.  I called and found out that my girls qualified.  I told them and they got so excited!! (except for Brigid who was very apprehensive)  I dropped the girls off for over an hour.  When I returned they all asked if they could do it again!   It turns out that they also offer a beginner's yoga class at the same time for adults.  It's been 20 years since I've done yoga.  I miss it.  So I think I'm going to drag this fat ass to class too.   I figure I can justify the expense (it's so damn cheap!) because it's for my health.  I'm really good at starting things and then not  finishing them.  Yet the girls LOVED the class and can't wait to go back again.  

After yoga, as we were diving home, I passed by a sprayground that is relatively new.  So an impromptu stop to cool off thrilled the girls to no end.  

Today we hung out at home and swam twice.  Tomorrow I plan to nap.  A lot.   Phew.

Change is Good ('cause it happens a lot)

I apparently don't do well with the status quo.   I like change.  I like adapting to change.  So I've come up with something new.  I'm going back to school.  Just not the school you might expect.  I had always dreamed of continuing on in school to get my doctorate.  I liked the sound of Dr. Harrigan.   After getting laid off from my job I've had the time to really think and pray about what it is I want to do.  So here it is.

I'm going to be a cosmetologist.

WTF right?  I have always had an interest in cosmetology.  Always.  Not sure why.  It's funny how quickly this all came together in a perfect fit.  I got laid off.  I called for a tour at Empire.  I liked what I saw.  I found out I can collect unemployment while going to school.  I filled out my financial aid paperwork.   I went in yesterday for a follow-up appointment at Empire and got everything completed.  I start August 20.  It's an intensive year of school from 9-4:30 Mon. thru Fri.  The hours are perfect.  They are flexible with my schedule if something comes up with the girls.  I have prayed and prayed.   This came together just so perfectly.   I feel certain in my heart that this is what I am meant to do at this point in my life.   The possibilities are just endless for all the things I can do once I graduate.  I am just so excited.  I keep pinching myself because I just can't believe this is going to happen.   I'm excited about my future.  I'm excited about my future for my girls.  

Last night I went to a Moms of Multiples get together at Tumbleweed on the River.   My friend Joan treated me to dinner and bought me the most amazing bath fizzies.  (I'm not sure exactly what to call them.  I was going to call them bath salts but with all the talk of a zombie apocalypse because of a drug called bath salts I didn't want anyone to think I was doing anything else but taking a bath.)   It was so much fun to see all these triplet and quint Moms enjoying each others' company!  

I also dyed my hair almost white with pink highlights.  One of the perks of going to cosmetology school is that I got to get this done for free!  Woohoo!!!   I love changing my hair color but always do it at home with whatever color is on sale.  It was so nice to have someone else do it!  The best part of getting my hair done yesterday?  My former preschool AND first grade student, Shelby, is now a student at Empire!  Shelby is one of those students who just stayed in my mind for all these years.  She was the first former student I looked up on FB!  

Today has been a busy day at home.  I've cleaned all the carpet in every room in my apartment.  I cleaned Caroline's mattress and have washed everyone's bedding.   It smells so good in here!  I wanted to make sure that things are in great shape when the girls get home on Saturday.  They've been gone a week and I actually miss them!!  

Earlier this week I helped out at my friends' house getting things organized for the coming home of their new son and daughter from Russia!    Their new bedrooms are so adorable as is the playroom!  I feel so honored that EM and K allowed me to come into their house and help get things ready.  I also took their daughter (the elusive 5th Harrigan) to the zoo on Tuesday so her Mom could run errands.  We spent the whole day there with Ali and her boys (thanks for getting us in for free!) then came back to my apartment pool to swim for an hour.  By the time I took her home she had fallen asleep in my car!   I love 4 year olds!!

Well that's my week in a nutshell.    Can't wait till my girls get back!  I miss them!!

Happy birthday or I'm feeling sorry for myself.

What's new right?  I tend to feel sorry for myself a lot.  Today is my birthday.  I'm 44.  I don't mind birthdays.  When my parents were alive I LOVED my birthdays.  They had such a way of making me feel so special on my birthday.   Gifts were thought out, dinner was planned, guests invited.  Birthdays were a big deal.  Fast forward to now when they aren't here and my birthday just becomes another day.   My girls were happy  to wish me a happy birthday today.  And Caroline felt so badly that she couldn't give me a gift.  I realize that it hurts my girls when I don't get anything.

We did go to Liz and John's wedding today.  What a way to spend my birthday!

My girls were so excited to go to a real wedding!  That's what happens when you have a Mom obsessed with Four Weddings, Say Yes to the Dress, and My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding.

  I had to pull up 4 different updos on youtube to do my girls' hair.  Megan wanted her hair and make-up to be like Bella Swan's from Breaking Dawn Part 1.  Did you know there are tutorials on youtube for that?  I'm quite proud of how it turned out!

Each girl wanted something different. Brigid even had a fancy hair doodad.

 They were so thrilled to be dressed up.  Abby loves this dress.  (FYI it's a consignment find.  In fact every dress my girls have on, mine included, is a consignment find)  And she has on the shoes Megan wore to her First Communion.

While driving to the church, Caroline said, "You know what Momma?  Today we look RICH."  She even caught the bouquet!  Adorable! 

 The wedding was so beautiful and simple complete with a cake reception in the church basement.  Liz is the daughter of Brigid's Godparents.  Brigid considers her a "Godsister".   

We came home and just vegetated in front of the television watching Mall Cop, then a documentary on the Titanic, then Pawn Stars.  Pretty random right?  I told the girls this was how I wanted to spend my birthday with them.

At almost 6 (almost an hour late) the ex showed up to pick up the girls for his week's vacation.  He is mad at me right now for the therapy visit on Wed.  So instead of a "happy birthday" or the understanding that I will be without my girls for a week, he couldn't get the girls in the car fast enough to drive away.  Now I don't expect my ex to gush that it is my birthday but I remind you that I have the girls get a gift for him at every stinking holiday.  Father's Day the girls picked out a Bible for him.  He gets something for Valentine's Day, his birthday, St. Patrick's Day, and Christmas.   I don't get him the gifts to make myself feel better.  I know what it means to THE GIRLS that THEY give him a gift.  They can hardly wait until he gets to the door so they can spring the gifts on him.  That makes MY heart feel good.  Yet each and every holiday I receive nothing.   So this evening I watched the loves of my life drive down the street on my birthday feeling pretty damn empty.  My life was driving away on the day that is supposed to celebrate my life.


So I picked up dinner for myself and went to the Family Dollar store.  I had to pick up some bathroom cleaner.  Yay me.  I had no reason to rush home so I just walked up and down each aisle taking my time.  Kinda nice to do that.  Then I saw that they now carry wall quote decals.  I love quotes.  I have them all over my kitchen, dining room, and living room.  Quotes constantly remind me of what I need to treasure in my family; in God.   And lo and behold there was a Godwink sitting there.  A decal with my favorite Bible verse:


       "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"  ~Philippians 4:13


Just a little reminder that, although I am sitting by myself on my birthday,  I can do anything through Christ.

So tonight I am savoring the quiet time to be introspective.  I'll work hard to not dwell on the fact that my children are gone for the week.   I'll use this time to finish up the organizational kick I'm on.  I'll help my friends get their house ready before they leave for Russia to bring home their new son and daughter.  I'll relax.  I'll meditate and pray.  I'll enjoy the quiet.   I'll try at least.

I'm not a Magician

I just hollered that at my children this evening.  Tonight I can't handle one more problem.  I am officially spent.  My financial worries have, of course, been in the back of my mind.  I received so much help to catch up that I am overwhelmed by friends' generosity.  That helps to remove a lot of my stress.  I still don't get why people want to help.  I am grateful for the Blessings God has given me through others.

Yet tonight I am officially spent.

Here's how this week has gone.  I took the girls to a magic show on Monday at the library.  The girls enjoyed it and Brigid got to help the magician do a magic trick.   ((a little foreshadowing))  I'm still trying to maintain the apartment so there was some laundry catch up and cleaning.  We went swimming at our apartment pool.

Tuesday was my fabulous unemployment orientation class.  3 plus hours of learning how to be unemployed taught by a man who looked and acted suspiciously like cousin Eddy from the Vacation movie.  I then went to my nut doctor to pick up my meds.   You know, when you are crazy you need some help to get through things.   I had to kill 45 minutes waiting for the nurse to come back from lunch so I kicked around Burlington Coat Factory looking at things I can't buy.  We went swimming again.  This time Megs wanted to spend the night with a friend in our complex so I said ok.

     The rest of the evening was kinda like the If You Give a Mouse a Cookie series of books.  If Momma spends time outside she'll need allergy medicine.  If she takes allergy medicine it will make her tired.  If she is tired she'll want to go to bed early.  If she goes to bed early she will fall asleep.  If she falls asleep the phone will ring.  It will be her daughter on the other end crying because she watched a scary movie at said friend's house and wants to come home.  When the daughter comes home she'll want to sleep in bed with you.  If she sleeps in bed with you it will cause insomnia.  When Momma gets up she will kill two hours on the computer looking at friends' vacation pics.  If she stays up long enough her allergies will kick in and she'll need to take some allergy medicine.  If she takes allergy medicine she will fall asleep.

So now we are on fabulous Wednesday and Abby's therapy appointment.  I had to take all 4 kiddos with me this time.  The girls' Dad showed up.  So I got to spend an entire hour cooped up in a small room with my ex, 4 kids, and the therapist.  Wee.  By the end of the hour I was so frustrated that I asked that the next session be with just Megan and I and that the girls' Dad can come on his own with the girls.  I've been divorced for SEVEN years.  I don't want to go to family therapy with my ex.  BTDT.  It didn't work the other times we tried it.  Why would it work when I'm not even married to him anymore.   My favorite comment of the year was when he actually said he understood why I needed breaks sometimes because he needs breaks from the girls.  Excuse me??  You get FOUR days out of the month with them and sometimes 2 hours on Wed. evening and you need a break?  Try doing two weeks in a row without a break and then we'll talk.  I don't usually talk about my ex on here in a negative way but that just royally pissed me off.  I don't think he could do two weeks in a row.  Most of the weekends in the summer he brings them back after 36 whopping hours.  What do you call the 26 DAYS a month you don't have the kids???

DUDE!!  THAT'S YOUR BREAK!!!

A friend sent us money to use for something fun, some for bills, and the rest for school supplies.   So I took the girls to see Snow White and the Huntsman.  We went to the 10:45 a.m. showing so we only paid $5 a ticket.  Much cheaper than if we went any other time.  We were almost late because the ex would not stop talking in the therapy appt.   Megan started out crabby when she found out she was going to have to go to a therapy meeting with just her Dad.  So that made her grouchy the entire day.   After the movie we went to Bob Evans so we could use the birthday coupons the girls got.  So that's FOUR free meals.  All I had to pay for was my meal and tip.  Phew.    We get home and the girls want to swim at the pool.  This time we take the two sisters who live in our complex that Megan almost spent the night with on Tuesday.   My girls managed to invite the sisters to spend the night.  I said that was fine.  I keep thinking that this is my girls' opportunity to have a fun filled summer too.  After swimming, all the girls came home to pizza for dinner.  It was the usual:  cheese.  Caroline is a vegetarian and Brigid and Megan won't eat anything but cheese.  Well the two sisters got quite upset that it didn't have pepperoni on it and it wasn't thin crust so they refused to eat it.  They wanted me to make something else for them.  Now if this had been a dietary issue I would have made something else for them.  In this house my girls know you eat what's served or you don't eat.  I'm not a short order cook.  The only times I make changes to the meal is to accommodate Caroline's vegetarianism or Abby's heartburn issues.  Since I wouldn't make anything else, the girls left to go home.  I was livid.  Megan was so upset.  To make her feel better I had her call another friend to come over.   In the meantime the sisters' Mom called and was mortified at her children's behavior.  I felt badly that she was upset but thankful that she called.  I told her not to worry about it.  Truly.

Fast forward to today (Thursday).   I took 6 girls bowling today.   www.kidsbowlfree.com allows you to register for 2 free games per day of bowling all summer long.  It was a long drive down Dixie Hwy. to get to the place that offered the free games.   5 of the 6 girls had a blast!  Me included!!  I forgot how much fun bowling could be!  Megs of course was such a crab that I wouldn't buy all kinds of food at the bowling alley that she bitched and complained the entire time.  I finally made her sit out for awhile.  On the ride home, one of our guests got an upset tummy and threw up all over herself and my van.   By the third vomit, I arrived at her Mom's house.   Poor girl and poor Mom!  The rest of us get home and get into our swimsuits for yet another swim.  This time I left Megan at home.   She was such a pill at bowling that I didn't want to reward her with something fun afterwords.   What a disaster that turned out to be. Let's just say I'm not too proud of her behavior.  After swimming we come home, the extra guest gets picked up, and I cook dinner.  

I gotta tell ya.  Just typing this has made me worn out.   What the hell am I doing to myself?  I can't provide everything for these girls all the time.  I'm not a magician.  I can't fix things for everyone.  I can't make everyone happy.  I can't be all things to everyone.  I can't fix Caroline's bruised knee or itchy eyes.  I can't fix Megan's mood swings or ever be enough for her.  I can't video Brigid's audition for the Disney Channel competition on Shake It Up.  I can't fix Abigail's pig tails or find her Mousey.  I can't.   I can't keep getting to 10 p.m. and then realize I haven't done a thing for myself except eat and go to the bathroom.   I can't pull rabbits out of hats or scarves out of my mouth.  I can't make things disappear or reappear.   I can't mend broken friendships or fix someone's hurt from the divorce.  I can't make my ex a part of THIS family anymore.  I can't.  I know I'm supposed to look at things positively and look on the bright side.  But what if the bright side isn't so bright?  What if the magic isn't there to keep running at full speed all day long everyday?   Do other parents feel this way?  Is this just a single parent thing?

I know I will get up tomorrow and jump into my day just like I do every other day.  It's with the hope that just this day, this morning, this afternoon will be magical and I will be able to meet my children's every need and desire.  That I will be enough for them.  That God will guide me through my day and help me find the strength to keep going and not want to go screaming out the front door and never come back.   There is that hope that this time I will be able to pull the rabbit out of the hat,  that scarves will magically come out of my mouth, that I will make the quarter disappear and reappear out from behind my daughter's ear.

That my children will someday notice I put myself last and be appreciative of everything I've done for them.

Many Thanks

I am once again finding myself in the position of expressing my extreme gratitude.  Not a bad position to be in at all!   I'm about $100 off from my rent right now.  I'm going to get help for my LG&E bill at noon so I'm only a few bills behind at this point.  I can't thank everyone enough who offered help and were able to provide help.  I'm also very grateful for those who offered support and prayers.   Everything helps.  Everything.

I can't very often provide financial support but I'm willing to offer my time, talent, and prayers for those who need help.  Always.  

For those still interested in helping my paypal account is under my email address:  k.harrigan@insightbb.com

Thanks again for your support.   It means more to me (and my girls) than I can ever express.