Well, today is Tuesday and that means back to work for me. I really love having three day weekends. More time to spend with the family, and there should be more time together to catch up housework and stuff. Most of the time the extra day doesn't go toward housework though. It is also sometimes hard to have a three day weekend. It seems that it makes it harder to go back to work. Kind of silly but how it works for me.

First off, I need to say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" to Raysha. I hope that you have a really great day! Wish we could be there to celebrate your happy day, but know that we are thinking of you and that we love you and wish you a very happy day!!!

And now for Journal Jar Question #2.

Did you have any major illnesses or injuries as a child?

Well, the first one I don't remember, but I have been told the story many times. Leave it to my memory to not remember all of the little details though. I just remember the basic story.

When I was a baby, my mom woke up one night, and I was turning blue. I don't recall details about sickness, just that I woke up blue. Someone ran across the street to the neighbors house and got Brother Hunsaker. Him and my dad gave me a blessing after which I started breathing. The next day I broke out with the measles.

That was a very short story. When I pulled this question out, I thought "Now that will be an easy one". But maybe I need to go back to mom and dad and get some more details. It will make for a much better story.

The other story I was thinking of, I remember quite a bit more details.

The summer before my second grade year, our neighbors to the right of us were building a new house and they were using our water to mix their cement. There was a little boy who lived behind us named Bobby who I used to play with a bit. Brother Miller asked us to go and turn on the water, so Bobby and I decided that we would race. We ran as fast as we could, me in my big fat flip-flops, into the back yard where the hose lead. Someone had left the rake laying beside the sidewalk, and I found it. I say rake, but it wasn't a normal rake. It was a three pronged garden tool with a long handle like a rake. The prongs curved up similar to a rake, but this prongs were pretty thick and were really sharp.

I found that rake with my foot. I stepped on it and it went clear through my thick flip-flop, my foot, and there it was, poking out of the top of my foot.

Bobby reached the end of the hose first, and turned on the water. He turned to me to brag about winning, and he saw my situation. He began to cry and banged on our back door. He was screaming and crying pretty good. I was eerily calm. I remember asking him why he was crying since I was the one who was hurt.

Mom and Dad came outside and Dad pulled the rake out of my foot. That is when I began to cry. I don't remember much after that. I do know we went to the hospital in Holbrook and that they cleaned and bandaged my foot, but I don't remember details about it.

After the hospital, we went to some store there in Holbrook and I got to pick out a toy. I picked out a Apple Dumplin doll from the Strawberry Shortcake selection. I loved the little turtle that came with her.

I remember dad having to carry me around a lot. I also remember being laid up in bed, not able to go outside to play, and letting my little sisters take my "Baby Feels So Real" outside with them. That is the day that we discovered that if "Baby Feels So Real" is left outside in the sun all day, that the "Feels So Real" part of her will melt and run out of the little hole where the baby "pees". Not only was a broken and couldn't play, but now my dolly was broken and had to be thrown away.

During school my second grade year, I took my little toy turtle to school with me. The weather was bad, so we ended up having recess in the gym. I was playing with my turtle on the floor of the gym, when some kid ran by and stepped on him. Broken turtle too.

I didn't have good luck with toys. Somehow they always ended up broken or missing digits or something. ;)