Sorry for this depressing post, but it is necessary. I am on the Community Justice Board here in Arizona which is run by the Attorneys office. Those of us on the board just recieved news that yesterday we lost a very valued member named Alton Wallace. He was our big teddy bear who offered an incredible amount of wisdom and had an amazing heart for the kids. I never heard him say a negative thing and you always knew he was putting the kids well being above everything else. I did not know him long but the time I did know him, I admired him greatly and I hope to someday carry on his passion. Please pray for his family and friends and remember God will heal all hurt.
On a much less significant note, today I lost a dear member of my family... my mini van Shamoo. Poor girl "popped a cap" as the mechanic stated it. I stupidly asked if he could put it back on, and he laughed and said "your engine exploded". I think my heart exploded when he said that.. and when he laughed about it. She lived a good long life but had a long and painful death. I blame myself. I should have put coolant in her earlier or at least added a little water everyday. It would have kept the fever down. Shamoo had about 300,000 miles and never had much work done so I can't complain. I really feel blessed to have had a vehicle at all. I thought for sure that I would not get my own car until Levi could buy me one in our later life. So again, I can't complain. And it is true that good things always come out of negative things. I found out that I could donate Shamoo to Casa De Los Ninos and they will sell out the parts to earn money for the children. I am really greatful that I can contribute in this way considering I have no money of my own to offer. ALSO, my grandma Sandy may be donating her car to me since she is considering buying a new one. If that goes through I will have a nice Honda (not sure what kind exactly, but I am working on names). I will be adding pictures later in remembrance, don't you worry.
There is something about naming things that automatically makes me attatched to them. For instance, Cassie and I were considering buying kittens. (they were free but without shots). Us, being the Thurstons named them instantly. Hers was Silly (he was orange) and mine was Retard (or Re-re) (he was white and grey) and they were cousins so it just made sense. The real sealer of the deal was when Re-re jumped onto a coffee table and couldnt catch his ballance and slid right off the other end. Just like his Mama. Well, potential mother. Cass and I regretfully decided against the idea when we realized neither of us could afford to feed ourselves, let alone two baby kittens and their shots. And yes, we cried about it on the floor of petsmart while reading, "The Dummies Guide to Raising Kittens". Oh the joys of living with your equally as emotional cousin. That night we took Nico to the dog park and spent three hours playing with her. We decided to give her all the extra attention we would have been giving Silly Mc'Silly Pants Thurston and Retard Fluffin' Muffin' Thurston.
