Why...

Why does it have to be so painful???

Stressed

And this is how I feel toinght!!!

Time to Whine a Little

Just curious................ Can one job really take up this much time???  I feel like I spend more time doing paper work than I do teaching.  I know I don't, but I thought my time off would be "time off", at least some of it any way.  Memos, Probation letters, Cumulative notes, Holy-Moly it's a lot.  I didn't even get a chance to look at the student's documentation tonight!  

This is how I feel at the end of the day!!!  I just wanna whine and cry!

Sunday Afternoon at Mom's!

We had a great afternoon at Mom's today.  She made Sloppy Joes, Jenny made potato salad, I made the yummy salad (shown below) and Yvette made her turtle cookies.  It was so good and I had such a good time.  We have been doing this a lot recently and I think it is just what our family needs!  FAMILY TIME!  Thanks for having us over Mom!! 

XOXOXO

I made this salad.... first time I think I have ever bought avocados.
As silly as it sounds, I never knew what to do with them, but today I wasn't scared.
I figured this salad could count as one of my "Dinner Time" meals! 

Relaxing afternoon with a glass of White Zin (My favorite drink)

Chicken, Yellow Rice and Corn

Here is another quicky dinner I whipped up.  I actually did it on Wednesday the 29th but never posted the picture..... well I think it still counts for today because Emily had some left-overs for lunch, and I finished it off for dinner.  Nothin' fancy, but it's something.  It was actually a very nice dinner on Wednesday, just me and Emily.

Guilty DUI Manslaughter

Well, the verdict is in.....

Missa Lee Billib has been found guilty of DUI Manslaughter. 

What does this mean?  Well, honestly it does not change my life one bit.  That was done on Nov. 6, 2009 when she drove while intoxicated and carelessly pulled out in front of my Dad as he drove his motorcycle. 

She will be sentenced on March 20, 2012.  How will that change my life...?  Again, it will do nothing to effect the way I live, or anything about my day to day life.  She did that when she decided to drive drunk over 2 years ago.

There is nothing about her, or anything that can happen to her that will have any impact on me personally.  So why do I feel happy that she was found guilty?  Why do I want her to pay the maximum possible penalty??  I don't know, but I do.  I think it is only fair. 

My entire family's life was changed that night..... forever!  There is nothing that can ever put things back the way they used to be.  I just hope that as she sits in prison for up to 15 years, she will remember and reflect on how her decisions changed our lives. 

My sister said this, and I am going to try to say it as nicely as she did.....

My Mom is the true victim in this case.  She is the one who has to wake up every day and look at an empty bed.  She has to look across the dining table at an empty chair.  She has to walk in a garage and see tools that were once used by the love of her life, never to be touched by him again.  She is the one who has to go to bed every night without a good night kiss...

It is Missa who emptied her bed.  Missa took away Mom's conversations at the dining table.  Missa is the reason those tools will never be touched by my Daddy's hands.  And she is ultimately the reason my Mother will never receive another goodnight kiss from her husband. 

I hope that her guilt will in some way help my Mom have some closure.  Of course it will not bring back any of her hopes and dreams, but hopefully it will give her some peace. 

I think that answers my question.....

Why does the guilty verdict make me happy..... because this will help my Mom be able to have some kind of closure.  That's why I'm happy.  I am happy for you MOM!!!!

And why do I want Missa to pay the maximum penalty..... because no sentence can be as horrible as the sentence my Mom is serving for life.  So, no matter what they hand Missa, it will never be what she deserves!!

Mom, I love you with all my heart and am ALWAYS here for you.  Of course, you do not have to read my BLOG to know that!!!  XOXOXO

Thank you Dr. Johnson!

This is Jeffrey Johnson, M.D., FACS.  I saw his face for the first time yesterday when he testified in my Dad's trial.  Why does he mean something to me.... Well, when I saw him walk into the court room, I realized at that moment that it was him, with the help of God, that allowed me to give my Dad that one last hug.  Dr. Johnson is the trauma surgeon that attended to my Dad the night he was brought to Bayfront Medical Center... The night of the accident (Nov. 6, 2009). 

If it wasn't for this man's skilled hands, my Dad may not have made it from the ER to the Neuro ICU. 

Dr. Johnson, the chills I felt when I saw you walk in the room, came from no where other than God.  He was telling me, "Jeannie, this is the angel I sent to take care of your Dad so you could give your him one last a hug and kiss before I took him home." 

Thank you Dr. Johnson for helping my Dad.  And thank you God for letting me say good bye.