Just RK

It’s 90 in our corner of the St. Louis metro today.  It’s days like this I miss our pool. It used to be THE place to be.  For friends, for fun, and for cooling off.  Busy every night of the summer and many days all day long. (Check out that cute little bug in the lower part of the pic… only about 6 months old. Braska Bear, the tiny-er version.) Right about now, we’d be prepping to go through the arduous process of opening the pool.  It wasn’t glamorous, that part.  But oh so worth it. Yet with the girls at the age they are now, as much as they love the pool, I’m glad it’s not right out the back door.  For a few reasons. So I’m kind of glad we no longer have a pool, too.  I’m torn.  But I suppose I’m glad the decision was made for me, so to speak. One day, I hope to have a pool again, though. ------------------------------------ And as I was looking back through old posts, thinking about the pool, I came upon this post from 2010 …...

This kid.  Kinlee Carene. Holy cow.  In June, she was introduced to the pool (as she didn’t remember her time in it last year, and they weren’t fond times, usually) and she threw a FIT, but I outlasted her and she quickly decided that it was fun that day.  She still has been hesitant, even when in her “floaty boat.”  But over the 5 or 6 visits to a pool here or there this summer, she has really come to enjoy kicking around. She has wanted to be out of her floaty boat more, and the last time or two she keeps saying, “Down please!” when I’m holding her in the water.  She is convinced that if we just let her go, so could do her own thing.  Clearly, this is not the case, as we did allow her to learn very quickly at one point.  But today, on a spur of the moment pool day, we decided to try water wings on her.  I didn’t think it would work out, but once again, I completely underestimated this child. She took to them IMMEDIATELY and absolutely loved ...

No frills, just stuff I've considered blogging. Key points are in BOLD in case you want to skim and read only some portions. See? I know how you are. There is a new Wendy's at the exit very near us. I didn't know it was there til today. I'm SO excited! Even though we don't do fast food hardly at all anymore, I do LOVE Wendy's and I'm pleased it's there if I get a couple extra bucks and a craving. I worked at Wendy's in high school, and though some people say when you work fast food you can never eat there again, I still love it. And I still dress my burgers in the same way they do, in the same order from the bun up. White, red, green, white, red, green. Mayo, ketchup, pickle, onion, tomato, lettuce. Mustard goes on the meat. Yum! Isn't it funny how I can't remember what I needed to get at the grocery store but I can remember the jingle from the training video that I watched in 1990! Yesterday at the mall, there was a pregnant woman...

Saturday for some people means a day off. I used to get days off, and they were great since I worked alot and had fairly stressful responsibilities. Almost three years ago, I began my own business so that I could be home and work less, hoping to enjoy a bit of life outside of work for a while. In a matter of a few months, things had grown out of control to include an increasing number of clients and a few employees (independent contractors actually, but it's shorter to say employees). This business requries that I'm on call 24/7 and available to be at a client's office within a few minutes if necessary, so that quickly made days off a thing of the past. Although the work schedule is somewhat flexible ordinarily, we generally work 7 days a week, at least a little each day, to keep caught up. And at any time, a client may call and need work done right then, no matter when it is. Someday I'll elaborate on how that affected me immediately after Braska's birth...someday ...