One more day.

If the peanut butter turns out half as good as the batter did, I may have to buy it and eat it myself. I’m so glad someone requested it, one of those flavors I never was too excited about to try and have been missing out.

Here I can admit how frustrated I am. I know I’ve told myself that it didn’t matter, how things turned out, it’s been a good Relay year. Lots of funds raised, more people invited. But I come back to my thoughts from early this year – I don’t see how I can keep doing it. My immediate family has all bailed out this week. My sister won’t even be there for most of it, not her choice of course but still she’s such a great help and will be missed. Braiden is ‘just so sad’ that Emi won’t be with us or staying over like she normally does. Me too, kid, me too. It doesn’t bother me when someone can’t make it, but when they just don’t mention it like I won’t notice when don’t show up or wasn’t counting on them it tends to irritate.

I’m on schedule with the food and behind on everything else. BUT I got myself a clipboard. It’s funny how the littlest things make a difference. Once I start getting things organized and loaded up I probably won’t care about the rest. And once I even out the white shins/sunned calves so I can properly wear shorts – then I just might be ready to get excited

Chicken Fingers

After bending 2 fingers the wrong way the other day (I don’t even remember what I was doing) I definitely strained something.  It’s such a weird feeling to not be able to make a strong fist or hold up 3 fingers.  Braiden got a good kick out of me trying. 

I’ve thought about having at least my right hand looked at for carpel tunnel, the hand I hurt that’s normally the worst. I’m not sure I want to lose full use of a hand for a while, okay mostly I’m scared of that feeling.  My mom had both hands done and said it took 6 months to get them back completely so I could be stuck with that weak feeling a while.  I think I’ll save that for next insurance year and maybe I’ll be less chicken by then.