Last year, right before Hubby was hospitalized, I applied for a Home
Loan modification. The mortgage industry was overwhelmed with
applications and after months of waiting, our application expired. We
filled out another application last Fall and Friday, I got a call from
the Office of Home Owner Preservation. After worrying all weekend, I
had the thought that if we had been denied, they would have sent a
letter. I'm praying that a phone call is good news. I will find out
today after work. St. Joseph pray for us.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
I see him!
Number Two son brought me my Diary of St. Faustina with it open to the
back where there are photographs. He points to Bl. John Paul II and
says, " I see him, I see him." "Where do you see him?" I say. "In my
imagination, in my dreams."
"What does he say to you?" "Go to church eighteen minutes." Hmm, I
guess I have to wait a little longer to hear what else John Paul II
has to say to our almost four year old.
back where there are photographs. He points to Bl. John Paul II and
says, " I see him, I see him." "Where do you see him?" I say. "In my
imagination, in my dreams."
"What does he say to you?" "Go to church eighteen minutes." Hmm, I
guess I have to wait a little longer to hear what else John Paul II
has to say to our almost four year old.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Crazy
Ozzzy's Crazy Train has been going through my head the past few days.
Number Two Son drank half of Hubby's energy drink and last night right
before bed, he drank some Diet Dr. Pepper. The caffine is only part of
the problem, he is also allergic to several ingredients, so we have to
deal with monster-like behavior for days. I count the days, usually
three, but then he gets into something else! The past few weeks have
been rough!
Number Two Son drank half of Hubby's energy drink and last night right
before bed, he drank some Diet Dr. Pepper. The caffine is only part of
the problem, he is also allergic to several ingredients, so we have to
deal with monster-like behavior for days. I count the days, usually
three, but then he gets into something else! The past few weeks have
been rough!
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