The Story

The last time I posted was Monday. I try to keep up with posting but sometimes I am just too tired to even pretend to type up something to post. Here is Today and the past 2 days…

Tuesday June 19, 2012

I had the day off. I was going to rent a car to drive up to Salt Lake to go to the Apple Store. I wanted to get the screen of my iPod fixed. Spencer told me that his dad was going to head up to Salt Lake to pick something up and that we could just ride with him.

Upon calling the Apple store to see if they could fit me in, I found out some news I didn’t like. They couldn’t just fix my screen. They could replace my WHOLE iPod. It would cost $100. I don’t want a new iPod. If I wanted a new one, I would have bought a new one. Spencer said he’d pay for it if I wanted to do that.

I thought he was so nice for offering to pay for it but I declined. We didn’t end up going to Salt Lake. I didn’t want a new iPod. I would rather have a screen that is cracked than a new iPod. Spencer surprised me on our first Christmas with THIS iPod. Not the one I would have gotten at the store on Tuesday. He picked the one I have. He wrapped it. He gave it to me. He worried about what to put on the one I have. I am a sentimental fool. I’m okay with that.

He had a harder day. He rested for most of the day. I sat with him. It was a good day. We were together the whole day. He rested. We talked. I loved it. I love him.

Wednesday June 20, 2012

I rented a car. I had a ton of errands that I needed to run. The plan was to have Spencer come with me. He wasn’t feeling up to really going anywhere after breakfast. I sat by his bed for a little while before I left to get my stuff done. Olivia came with me for a couple of hours. She was fun to hang out with. She’s a good kid.

Olivia and I went to Costco, Wal-Mart and Winco. She had to be back by 2. I dropped her off then and kept going with the rest of my errands. It was fun to do some running around with her. It was also nice to talk. She’s a really good kid.

I retured the car around 3pm. I didn’t need it anymore. I then rode my bike to Spencer’s house. I sat with him. We talked about the day. I told him about errands. He told me about how he’s been resting.

We came down stairs around 5:30 for dinner. We watched a movie and I was home by 8:45. It was a really good day. I got everything done that was needed done. I spent most of the day with Spencer. It was a good day

Thursday June 21, 2012

I am back to work today. Not my favorite pastime but I have no other choice. I am frustrated by work. It cramps my style.

Alexa will be here Saturday. I am still trying to figure out how I am going to go get her. I will have a plan though. I may have to buy someone a present to use their car. Haha.

I worked from 8-6:30. I was home by 7:30. I helped a friend get home safe. She had a migraine. We were both on bikes. I didn't want her to get hit by a car.
Nothing too exciting happened at work. Just another day of stupid people not knowing how to work their alarms. Here’s a clue, when the alarm is sounding, type in your code and hit off. If we call you and don’t want the police showing up, ANSWER! Haha.

I sat with Spencer for about 90 minutes before I had to come home. I'm old an lame. He came with when I left. I always like it when he rides along. I like having those extra 2 minutes.
I heard a song that made me cry. I live it mucho. I wish I was smart enough to add a link. The lyrics are perfect.

The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I love it.

Goodnight Neverland