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When It Rains...It Pours
...written on 2004-08-16, @ 11:25 p.m.
Today I sold 10 more boxes of Krispie Kream donuts. I also got one donation. That makes 21 dollars worth of fund money. Only nine more boxes to go. By tomorrow at 5 P.M.
That means I have another serious day of selling ahead. I just now have to get from people I don't know. I already asked my cousin's boyfriend. It's too bad I didn't think about it and ask my cousin's ex-boyfriend the last time I talked to him at the fair. I will have to ask his grandma. That sounds weird, but I live in a small town, so theses things are quite frequent. Like today I sold to Zach's (my ex-boyfriend)Grandma - thanx to Courtney.
Things have been really bad around here lately. My dad got pulled over in the dump truck (luckily he got off with a warning), the new truck got hit by a car (luckily the other driver's fault), my uncle Ted was driving the backhoe and it flipped on a hill (luckily he is unhurt-he jumped from the cab) unluckily it might cost thousands of dollars to fix, my dad might need neck surgery (luckily the doctor says he is in great shape for a man near the age of 50, and will take the surgery well, he even asked if my dad lifts weight...more like feed buckets and haybails, doc), and our neighbors are the neighbors from hell (luckily they might move-we hope and pray).
There are some good with the bad. Maybe God is just testing us, but I can't seem to help feeling stressed and discouraged. The only thing keeping me hopeful is that we have always made it in the past and if I think optimistically all these terrible things don't look too bad.