It’s so cool how one works and works and does and does and then suddenly pop, zing, you can stand back and stare at what you’ve accomplished.
So.  Soon.  Very, very soon I’ll be sharing with you… a string of completed projects.  Is that exciting or what??

Stay tuned 

Had a meeting with all of Zac’s teachers and the principle at 9 a.m. this morning…
Missed school needed to be discussed and taken into consideration.  The teachers were unaware of the severity of Zac’s condition.  Some didn’t have a clue at all.  The woman that’s in the office where does his period as an office aid, instead of gym, shared that Zac had told her he was having problems with his kidneys and that he repeatedly stated, “But it’s not life threatening.”  So, of course this had caused her to sense that something was seriously wrong with Zac’s health and even though he wasn’t expressing it verbally he’s scared and/or very concerned.

I was overwhelmingly supported by the principal with my request to lighten his load and to see what options we had with the rest of the year so that he might pass.  I was very thankful for her position and caring attitude.  She truly was my advocate during the meeting and therefore ultimately Zac’s.  In all my years of dealing with my sons health issues, both in the medical arena and school I have never had anyone step forward and without request or prodding become my advocate to such a degree, until today.

My heart was deeply, deeply touched.  Gratitude flooded me with emotion.
However, I had to suppress tears a couple times while being surprised at two of his teachers positions.  These two needed continuous reminding by the principal that Zac has serious/critical health concerns that are life threatening making his school the secondary consideration and certainly homework, needing to be done after a long day at school that tires him, was not much of a concern at all.   Here are two of the more notable moments of their input:

• One teacher went into a lengthy dissertation wanting to know if I was prepared to be responsible for Zac being passed on to high school with serious gaps in his education since his grades all year have been very low and were it’s being considered to lower his requirements all the more.  Putting him at risk all throughout high school. (which I really don’t agree with at all)
• Another teacher was gratingly disgusted that Zac didn’t seem to care to try in her class esp. after all of her offers to help him “one on one” during his lunch break.

I pointed out that several things: Zac’s health had obviously been declining before we or the doctors were aware.  Therefore it stands to reason that Zac’s grades would reflect that.  How I had also seen him decline all year but didn’t know what to make of it really.  For instance at home he was getting to where he didn’t want to do much of anything for himself anymore and I shared other bits of examples as well.  I went on to say more when the principal stepped in and took over.

• To the first she informed: that whether Zac went on to high school or not was a decision that would lie with the IEP committee and if he was moved forward than that would be their decision.
• To the second she pointed out: that Zac is a student that is in academic classes all day due to his needing academic support and to ask him to give up his one break from it is something that is unreasonable.

There was more but I think my post is long enough and you get the picture.

I will tell you I was speechless with the support and it drown out the negative from the “2″.

Overall three teachers and the principal were amazing to deal with and I’m thankful for their support that he has received and will continue to receive from them.  I do hope time and sleep will jar the others into more consciousness…

In regards to his care at school his output is being modified and they are looking into having him on a half day for the rest of the year.  So that he might not get so worn out during the week causing him to miss more school because he’s just too tire to attend.  I love the idea.  Hope that it’s possible and if it is that the doctor will write the script supporting this well thought out solution.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-the ex’s attitude was better today even when he came home as I was serving up Zac’s dinner, just before heading off to work

I saw a movie with the line, “You can know the end from the beginning.”  Good Lord is that true…  Before marriage I ignored.  I looked the other way.  I painted sandcastles in the sky and wrapped glittery, white picket fences around way too much with my ex.  Then followed…Regret.  Disappointment.  Frustration.  And 23 years later…divorce.  The waves had washed away the sandcastles and wood rot destroyed the picket fence.

I still have 10 years to go before all my children will be grown.  10 years of finding new ways to cope with and deal with an ex who makes it his determination to spew venom.  Be mean and hateful.  Couch things in a manner where he makes me out to be this incredibly horrible, screwed up, person, who he, and I quote, “Would give anything if he never had to see me again”.  And to this man I pledged myself in holy matrimony.  To this man I poured everything into supporting.  Assisting.  Working so he got his college education.  His moves up the ladder which included countless job transfers that required yet another move.  I assisted and supported through 12 hour work days and travel.  With a growing family, that we both felt should be home schooled.  A man, who when he came home wasn’t interested in lifting much of a finger to help.  But still I was supportive…

For what?  Because today their is not thankfulness.  Not a shred of it to be seen or heard and he earns the BIG bucks with the snappy job.  What is his assistance to me??  Well..

All I can say is I’m learning to love and forgive when another individual cares nothing about returning either.  Learning how to control myself.  Have patience.  Get my emotions under control.  Let things roll off my back like a duck.  Respond reasonably.  Level headed.  Unhyjacked.  I’m growing.  I’ve getting better at it and stronger.  This is a way to better myself.  Because if I can do it with him (and then my mom), I can do it with anyone.  And I’m looking forward to the day when I can deal with him completely free of being bothered. When I experience True-Freedom.  Inner freedom.  And frankly I am beginning to see that day thanks to all my conscious work I’ve done and now with the new meditation CD, 7 Steps to True-Freedom, that John Solomon has created, I’ve been using for the last couple weeks, I’ve seen a surprising and amazing difference in me and dealing with him and my mom.  It’s a tool that’s aiding me in ways that surprise even me.

Why do I do it??  Deal with him?  For my kids.  I love them.  I want to stay plugged in as much as possible.  I want to be a part of their lives as much as I can.  With 8 it becomes a very sticky matter.     And without a doubt I do not want to be a parent who only sees my kids every or every other weekend and has no input otherwise… The thought makes the air suck out of my lungs.

I’ve asked him about a 100 times for us to go to counseling because we have to find peace between us.  But that’s ignored.  Completely.  So, on my own I will continue to seek ways to find and maintain peace.  And right now that CD I mentioned is something that I’m leaning heavily on.  It’s a source to give me what I say I want.  Because when I heal, the world is healed.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-who otherwise had a terrific full afternoon with Grace.  Enjoyed “Leap Year” at the Dollar Theater eating our way through a bucket of popcorn, then off to see Blessing’s apartment all set up with her things, then off to Dairy Queen to split a Reese Peanut Butter Cup Blizzard.  A sweet time.  A fun time.  Then I was with John Mark doing a few hours of work on our business.

After my shower Cal, Grace, and I went to the bank and opened a business checking account for Free the Mind Productions.  Exciting!  Another step in the “business direction”.  While at the bank Blessing, my oldest daughter, met up with us.  She was all aglow from spending her first night in her first apartment.  I am so proud of her.  She passed through the tears and made it over the hump… out of the nest and into the world of independence.  As we browsed the door pulls at Hobby Lobby, a feature she intends to add to her kitchen door cabinets very soon, I asked her how her first night sleep went.  Was she bothered by all the new sounds and the foreignness of it all?  She said, “Not at all.  I felt perfectly at home.” 

At Walmart we both made keys for each other to exchange.  She needed another of mine since I gave Grace the one she had.  While the keys were being cut Caleb said to me, “I should have a key to your apartment for the times I come over really early and you’re still in bed.  That way you won’t have to get up and let me in.”  How can you say no to that?    Also bought another Monopoly Game for my kids so they have one for when they’re here.  The idea came from their frustration of having to pick it up and take it home every time.  I suggested that they start a game and continue to play no matter who is or isn’t here.  That’s a lot like real life… someone slacks off in their business and another, sharper, more on the ball business person grabs up their slack or a business simply tapers off because they don’t do the work to keep it alive.  However, they will pay rent to the ones that own certain property whether or not they are here, because in real life they would get those earnings.  They have to begin the game with everyone who wants to play for at least 1 1/2-2 hours so everyone has a shot at the start.  The kids loved the idea and now I have a way that I can play with them.  Monopoly requires quite a time commit.  So I typically bow out since I’m usually working while they’re here.  Now I can bounce in and out for short periods.    While at Walmart I also bought a large Rubbermaid pitcher.  One of those items that I never seem to get purchased.  The plus was that the sucker was on sale, $2.50, can you beat that??  So while Blessing chose her Kool-Aid packets, Caleb used my pitcher purchase as a reason to sway me into “finally” purchasing Kool-Aid for them.

Left my kids at 12 o’clock, still in Walmart with Blessing to go to a meeting for John Solomon and myself for the purpose of beginning to give shape to the idea that resulted from the meeting earlier this morning.   We also worked to get the new, super great mic that John Solomon has loaded onto his computer.  However with all our efforts and Apple’s support, we still don’t have lift off on this installment.  However we do have a work ticket in with the mic company…next week.

Four hours later I was one the road toward the home of the twins that I care/work for so their parents could go out.  At 7 the calls from my sons began with their requesting, then complaining that I wasn’t going to get home early enough to bring them to my house to sleep over.   Lot’s of ideas were shared.  None were going to fly.  Like, “I’m almost 11 (in 6 months) I can stay there by myself.”  Nor did it work for any older sibling stay here with them till I got back.  On the other hand Grace is here.  She was at a party that was done at 10:30.  15 minutes after I was done working.  Sarah went and got her and I met them in their driveway right about the time they got back.  She fell asleep long ago on my couch watching “The Robots” movie.  Which I left running and is just getting done.  Perfect timing.  Because I’m done…

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane

-Started the day with a 9 a.m. business meeting with John Solomon, John Mark, and our newest business apprentice, Leah.
-Then off to Zac’s school to meet with the nurse and principal about various aspects of Zac’s life at school and how to keep him on track with his studies.  That requires a meeting with me and all the teachers on Monday.
-Then back across town to Walmart to get some food and make myself something to eat.  Put a movie on to watch while I ate and fell asleep shortly after I was done eating.
-Woke.
-Went to my kids house to meet the bus when Zac got home to speak with the driver about the possiblity of him eating one of his snacks, fruit, on his way home.  Which he’s now going to do.
-Then off to get Caleb from Extended Day, but not Dan because he went home with his friend Brent.
-Then to the computer at my kids house to research what type of an LLC we were going to be:  a partnership, a S corp or a corp.  Finally made the decision of which of the three, this enabled me to go to the IRS site and get our Tax ID number.  Two and a half hours later I has holding the paper work that contained said number.
-Then to make dinner for Zac.  Everyone else had pizza their father brought home from the Friday night pizza special from Wholefoods.
-Then upstairs to my girl’s room, Grace and Sarah’s, to announce that the “Alice in Wonderland” movie released and we need to go.  Tonight.  To the next showing.  They didn’t agree that they needed to go.  They weren’t very interested.  However, if bribed: have me pay for half their ticket or buy popcorn and soda, they would overcome their disinterest and go with me.  Hummmm, that wasn’t happening for two girls who earn their own money and don’t have bills to pay and aren’t losing work/money due to the health of their brother.  So it was decided that I would go with Zac, who gets in free at our local Carmike theater, on another day.  I had a gift to wrap for a friend’s birthday and Grace decided that the fun thing would be to use her colorful word stickers rather than use tape to secure the edges, so she overtook the wrapping task while I lounged on her bed growing sleepy.
-Went home with a few of my kids, but not Dan, he’s sleeping over at Brent’s. 
-We watched “Cast Away” together.
-At 11 p.m. I had a business meeting…again, because we needed to cover more information from the meeting earlier and the most available time we all had was then.
-Got home at 1 a.m., Caleb was still awake although is older sisters, one being 17, were sound asleep.
-Now I’m blogging 
-Then I’m going to bed.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-who is craving a toasted marshmellow

It’s so amazing to believe that she is moving.  Hard to even process at times.  But here she is, 19 going on 20 renting her first apartment.  Such a healthy step forward.  A needed step.  I think when Blessing was born she was already 10 years old.  She’s always been ahead of herself.  More than one person has said she’s an old soul and no statement could be truer.  But then Bless is a real family person.  She loves us all to bits and pieces, she’s very mothering, so leaving is very, very hard.  I think tomorrow she will be much better.  Once she’s in and her furniture is placed in it’s proper locations.  That will make a big difference.  Tonight I ambled around with her for almost two hours after cleaning up from the meal because as she said, “This is my last night here.”

Beyond moving things with Blessing, Zac was home from school again.  Last night he mentioned that his head was hurting a lot and his father and I felt it best he get another days rest.  And he needed it.  He slept till after 11 a.m.  He was looking much better this evening, thank goodness so he’ll be off again tomorrow.  Not that he’s been missing school by any stretch of the imagination 

Had a full day today on top of everything I worked for almost five hours, caring for the twins I watch.  I do love those two little toddlers.  I always wanted twins so this is my slice of life enjoying a set.  Although I will say that it’s nice not to have to have them 24/7.  That part of my life is in the past now and it’s okay.  With 8 babies one gets their fill of babies 24/7.  Shall we say one becomes ready for the little ones to get older.  Of course then they get so “older” that they suddenly rent an apartment, move out, and start their own life and you’re left standing there thinking, “Wow, look at that.  My parenting just moved to a completely different level.  I am now a parent to an adult.  Essentially parenting is over.”  Having a 25 year old son immersed me into this facet of life but that was a long time ago frankly, this is almost like starting over, but not quite.  I’ve learned a lot.  But nothing really changing that there is a major transition that occurs.  Nothing.

Otherwise, had a phone meeting and researched various things in order to get our tax ID for Free the Mind Productions.  Which, BTW I filed the paper for yesterday!  That was an exciting moment.  March 3, 2010 became the official day that we were “announced to the world”.  The numbers on that date add up to 9, I really need to look up the meaning to 9.  Do you know what it’s significance is? That leave the tax ID, some legal decisions of how we want that established then I can secure it.  Then a checking account.  Then a Paypal business account.

This is all tremendous, our “business” is suddenly taking shape into a “real business”.  And there’s more to come, businesswise.  I’ll keep you posted.

Want you to know I wasn’t going to blog tonight.  The day has been jammed full and I’m ready for bed, but then I thought, I need to I didn’t yesterday and so much has happened then and today how can I not “fill you in”?  “Keep you posted”.  “Up to date”.  “Current”.     

Now you’re current…
Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-whose watching another of her chicks leave the nest tomorrow…

Today Zac was on a “down”.  I noticed the drawn look and washed out color in his face immediately upon picking him up for his Naturopath appointment.  He mentioned how tired he was on the way and I encouraged him to consider going to bed maybe around 9 for awhile rather then his 10:30 ish he is so determined to hold to.

After the appointment I ran a couple small errands and took him home to make him a meal.  I was going to make it for all my kids but Blessing, my oldest, had prepared a sweet potato soup for them already so they didn’t need a meal from me.  That is according to me and their father.  They on the other hand were totally not interested in the beautiful velvety smooth, pumpkin colored soup that warmed the insides and nourished the soul.  Instead they complained and begged for the same option as Zac.  But a deaf ear was applied to that request and soup was ladled into bowls, crackers and bread was placed in the middle of the table, and I prepared a meal for Zac.  If only sweet potatoes weren’t on the always avoid list, I would’ve been able to have him eat it with some bread and viola the night would have wrapped itself up.

I prepared wagon wheel pasta, spinach, zucchini, and green pepper chopped small with a dash of dill and basil, a small amount of chicken chopped into little pieces, all sauteed together with some chicken broth just before pouring over the pasta.

The entire time I prepared this meal I kept looking at Zac and thinking, “He really doesn’t look very good.”  And of course the mother in me that wants to down play what I’m seeing reasoned, maybe he just needs to eat and go to bed extra early.  Get some nutrition and some sleep and he’ll be great in the morning.  Zac gobbled up the meal enjoying every bite, took his supplements, and then about 45 minutes later began to look even worse.  He said he was feeling like he did last week before school.  The day he woke up feeling fine and within 20 minutes was dizzy and wanted to throw up and nearly did.  He went back to bed that day and slept most of the day thereafter.  Within a few minutes of referring to that day, dinner was coming up along with the supplements. Poor baby.  The vomit didn’t give him an easy time of it coming up.

Once he was through he posed no argument to going to bed and went right then.  I get him settled, tucked him in, turned on his meditation CD, hugged and kissed him, and he hugged me back, hugging has sort of been off cast for a couple years since he has become an older “guy” now, turned out his light and left.  With a heavy heart.  These are some painful moments to be divorced and living in another household regardless if I am only five minutes away…

As far as my day.  I worked 9:30 till 4 with the twins I care for on Tuesdays.  Did Zac’a appointment and the whole cooking thing, helped him through his sickness, put him in bed, came home, and hit the computer, to work on our business.  Then turned to my blog.  After this I plan to slid into bed to sleep, to rise early, and head over to my sons home so that when everyone vacates the house I’m there with Zac.  However tomorrow I do have some very important business items to tend to and thankfully Blessing will be around the house for awhile possibly allowing me the time to go and get done what needs done.  We have a doctor appointment tomorrow afternoon as well.  So off to downtown Birmingham once again.  I only hope that this time it doesn’t take over an hour to find a place to park like it did on Monday when they closed off the parking garage to Children’s hospital because it was full, even though every time I circled I saw cars exiting in groups of three and four and I can only assume it was freeing up some spaces.  It was like the city was hosting the Marti Gras, I defied anyone to find a place to park.  I parked blocks away after leaving Zac in the lobby to wait for my return.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane

Slowly we went through the magazine looking at everything with the detail I would if I was at home with my feet propped up on my couch, when the doctor entered the room.  White lab coat all buttoned up and a Mickey Mouse tie poking out above.  He had seen the results of the ultrasound and although he was very happy to see one of the most crucial blood levels go down remarkably since two weeks ago, he still had that drawn look of concern….

With Zac having two weeks of the implanted catheter it took the pressure off the kidneys completely so they have been able to shrink.   Allowing him a better look.  Then his graven look expressed itself in words, “There’s more loss of kidney tissue then I once thought….What does this mean long term and Zac having some form of renal support is that it’s looking even more definite.”

Well chosen, gentle words and I knew it.  Been in this hospital thing for 19 years now.

So I did the return of well chosen gentle words in the form of a question, “Let me ask a question.  So by renal support you’re referring to dialysis?”
“Dialysis and kidney transplant, yes.”
“Are you able at this time to determine if his care will have to go to those lengths?”
“No.  I can’t be absolutely certain.  And certainly this is the kidney specialists area so let’s get his appointment on Wednesday with him and I’ll see Zac again soon….”

More conversation.  More gentle proddings to Zac to keep up what he’s doing and, “Zac the good thing is your 15, the bad thing is that your aren’t 3 and don’t have your mother to make sure you cath on time.  Every time.  And do your bowels, every single night.  It’s impossible for her or your dad to do this for you.  This rests on you.  And you haven’t any margin for error with the state and condition of your kidneys.”

He told us that Zac’s physical appearance looked much better then last time.   And I told him how his diet is 100% fresh and I’m following the diet sheets as if God would strike me dead if I veered from them.  Then he mentioned that that was very good and necessary and to keep that up.  However his eating more now than he was, due his appetite being reduced from the kidney failure, only means that the kidneys will be under more stress.  So now with a little more time they’ll be able to see just what the degree of the loss of kidney function is.

So the old rock and a hard spot, the catch 22, the damned if you do and damned if you don’t are at work.

Then we left.  As we moved up the white sterile hallway toward the light at the end, from the wall of windows leading into the outside world, I was feeling surreal.  Steadying myself from slipping into mother paranoia.  Sort of mindlessly I said, “Zac.  So whatever you do, miss a cath, not eat right, don’t take your supplements, fail to do your bowels will carry devastating results.  But then whenever you do, eat right, take your supplements, cath on time, do your bowels will work to build your health.  Wow you are on a minute by minute move by move crisis.”  His response, “Why do you have to repeat what the doctor just said?  I heard him.  God.”

I was a bit ticked.  But withheld my tickedness and without an annoyed voice said, “Let me be a mother for a minute will you?  I’m not attacking.  Not all up in your face.  I’m a bit stunned and absorbing it.  It’s my job to help you heal and my job to make sure you do what you’re supposed to do.  So give me a minute to be a mom.”  That’s where that ended.

Now I know this is a way Zac can be at times, but I also know he was dealing with his own realities.  His own shock.  His own fears.  But dawgonnit why must kids do that?
The drive home was peaceful.  Filled with positiveness and laughter.  Even if my stomach felt like it was recovering from someone hitting me as hard as they could.
Then work.  The old, way to make the money to pay the bills gig.  Which I honestly totally forgot I needed to go to till suddenly it occurred to me!  I made it just in time.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
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My children play Monopoly a lot.  This would be because of Grace.  She is determined to be as rich as Trump and become his apprentice on her way to her wealth.  She will be 12 March 28 and has watched this man’s shows for years with every bit of addiction as my mom had with her soap operas as I grew up.  I learned all this one night as we lay in the dark of my bedroom and talked waiting for sleep to overtake us.

How is it that Monopoly and Trump go together??  She heard him say that he played it all the time as he grew up and it had an influence on his success today.  Ergo Monopoly playing.  And her Monoploy board has seen its share of pieces moving round the board.  She also knows a bit of Monopoly trivia as well…  They were discussing the pieces and how boring most were and she informed her less knowledgable siblings, that the game was created during a time when people had very little money…

Most of the time my face was broad with a girn as worked and listened to them exchange their wins and losses.  But then as time clicked past and more and more wealth piled up, in the form of property cards and fake money, the words “shut up” and “stupid” began to pepper the air.  Know these are all my children.  I don’t see any as “stupid” so I’m always compelled to jump in and correct such ridiculous comments.   In response to “shut up” I was encouraging a nicer choice: be still, be quiet, oh hush, don’t say that…  I wasn’t telling them to not let the other know that their comments weren’t wanted,  just find a better way to express it.  I even encouraged them to support each other in trying to redirect their word choices.

Dan, who was stationed behind my lap top, laughed at this a good bit but offered no imput.  The others?  Well, all suggestions to both corrections received eyes rolling, sighs, and statements such as, “What?  It’s not a big deal, we’re not mad at each other”.  “You’re too sensitive.”  “What’s the problem, we don’t mind.”

So much for parenting.  For attempting to give positive direction to their growing minds and intellect.

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane

Meditation CD’s are something that I have used for the last four years.  I put them on, go to sleep, and let them play, I also listen in my truck, and when I sit quietly during my day.  I actually started with “night sleep recordings” to assist my learning as an elementary student.  Influenced by a movie that Disney aired, the one with the college student that was studying to be a scientist and did things with monkeys such as put records on for them at night to listen to while they slept.  Then he did the same for himself so that he could learn while he slept–this memory is very vague so forgive any inaccuracies.  Well, I was so convinced to the effectiveness of this method that I started doing the same thing for myself.  I used my tape recorder that I had received that year for Christmas to record my spelling lists, vocabulary definitions, history facts and so forth.  I read them over and over till the tape ran out.  Then when I went to bed I pushed play and go to sleep.  Back then I always wished it could repeat itself.  On test day I would even set my alarm to go off early just so I could play it again before I went to school.  I would, of course reset my alarm.  I continued for years with this practice and have always believed that it is one of the reasons I got good grades.

So my belief in learning and meditating while I sleep is something that I was sold on long before my Naturopath created his first meditation CD for health and healing.  I bought one of the first ones he sold and began listening.  Then a few weeks ago he began an exciting new series of meditation CD’s.  He advanced the meditations to a whole new level.  These are personalized for specific needs and each is customized with the individuals name.  Just in time for Zac’s health issues.  And I am so thankful.  I’m also thankful that Zac asked to borrow the CD I’ve had for health and healing for the last four years.  He on his own wanted me to bring it over for him to use.  And I swear there was no “mother coaching” of the slightest degree to influence him    Now he has his own personalized CD, that he purchased with his own money, to address his health and proper eating.  And Zac was the first to receive this particular CD, which of course he thinks is pretty cool.

Zac had a great day.  He and Dan slept over last night and Zac slept till 12.  He obviously needed it.  When he got up he wanted to eat now!  But I told him he had to have a glass of water first for his kidneys.  He wasn’t happy with me at all.  And wrangled to drink the water and eat immediately.  It was all I could do to get him to wait the 20 minutes for his body to process the water before he ate his fruit and took his supplements so that the water wouldn’t dilute the fruit and supplements and not digest well.  But he did it.  Then throughout the day he ate great and I have to applaud him because for his lighter meal he even ate the Spaghetti Squash simmered with fresh tomatoes, basil, and a little pepper served with a slice of bread, even though he was moaning about it while I prepared it for him.  I watched as he ate bite after bite and played Monopoly with Grace and Caleb, who had come over after they did all the other things they wanted to do today.  He ate the whole thing.  When he was finished I had to ask, “Did you like that Zac?”  “Yeah it was good,” he answered.  So all I can say is, another successful meal. 

That was my day as “mom”, my day as a entrepreneur/business woman consisted of many phone calls back and forth first with John Mark and John Solomon then with John Solomon as we move our business forward and there was some computer work as well…of course. 

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane
-thank you to all who pray for and keep Zac in your heart with supportive thoughts for his healing

Night, love ya,
Theresa Jane