Cassie travels on...

I thought yall might like to read a little of the next piece of Cassie's story. The first piece was here, second piece here and third piece here
To be warned...This post is not suitable for children.

Cassie woke to the biggest hangover she had ever had in her life! Her head was pounding, the sunlight was painful, her body felt like it had been drained of it's blood. She was in no condition to leave but she had to. He drove her to the interstate and filled her head with lots of warnings to hopefully help her stay out of trouble. The biggest warning was to not get drunk with strangers, that one she heard and whole heartedly agreed to. He made her feel like he truly cared and that there was hope in this new day.

The best thing Cassie has is the ability to shake things off and look forward, instead of dwelling on the pain. The past 48 hours have been hard and the tears flow wherever she thinks about it, so instead she hears her father's voice telling her to shake it off and put on your happy face. Her parents taught her well how to pretend to be happy. Everywhere they went it was important to make sure that people saw us as a happy family, nothing is wrong. "Unless you are bleeding or dying, you better smile."

So when the big rig pulled over with two men in it, she smiled, "you need a ride, darlin?" They were headed to Arizona, she hopped up into the truck with no fear, just happy to finally be headed in the right direction.
The driver was a tall, muscular, red headed man with freckles, with a friendly smile. Having lots of redheads in her family she was instantly drawn to him, maybe he could be her friend or even her boyfriend. The co driver was of average height, slender with curly brown hair and the more talkative of the two. 

Leaving Oklahoma behind her was such a relief and the drivers took her mind off of it by talking for hours. She had relaxed, felt safer than she had in days. They reached Arizona by that evening. She had breakfast in Oklahoma and dinner in Arizona. She marveled at that and when they proposed to her to travel along with them, she thought what difference will a few days make, no one knows I'm headed to California anyway.

She trusted them, felt safe with them, they were fun. Their next load was going to Florida. She got a little excited about going to Florida, her grandparents summered there every year. Although she didn't know where exactly in Florida they lived, she thought "maybe I could find them and stay with them, they wouldn't send me back, I'm sure of it." 

They reached Florida in the dark, she was having a great time chatting and viewing the towns as they went through each state. They convinced Cassie to stay with them, they were going to Indiana and then right back to Florida again. One more trip wont hurt her plans.

She never saw or felt the change coming.

(This is my story of when I was 15 and what all happened at that time. Cassie is the name I started using as an alias, so no one would be able to know who I was and send me back to my parents. This story doesn't end till I am back with my parents.)

Hard working slacker

The question was asked... Why don't you write anymore?

I sat here thinking what to say and I came up with a bunch of excuses that are just plain old lame.

No time, I call bull**** ! Now Heather you know that's a lie. You could've wrote something instead of spending an hour on Facebook playing a jigsaw game or Bingo.

Don't feel like I have anything to say. Closer but yet you spent nearly an hour on the phone with mom today and even chatted with dad for awhile. So again, I'm not buying it, think of something else.

Fine you want the truth... I don't think anyone really gives a damn about my life of crochet, sewing and hubby. This is true, I was finding my writing to be mundane and repetitive which annoyed me and made me feel like my life was stuck on pause. Seriously who wants to read about that?

Another thing that keeps me from hitting publish is my beliefs and opinions aren't streamlined like most, to be on one specific side or the other and it is really hard to not write about it. I have written many posts that had gotten a little to rowdy for my comfort so I didn't publish them. Sometimes writing your words out gives you a chance to see your anger rather than just feeling your anger.
Good therapy.

But it is not just that, it is laziness, pure and simple. I correspond with my pen pal about once a month and we do daily updates and mine are always filled with this or that about life, sewing or crochet. Problem is most of the time I am doing weeks at a time instead of doing it every day, like I should be.
Laziness, pure and simple. What could take 10 minutes a day, turns into hours in one day.

I am a hard working slacker! Haha

Rambling Monday

I haven't even had my coffee yet and I have cleaned up hubby's mess in the kitchen, made 2 gallons of kool-aid ,the man drinks way too much kool-aid, but I guess it is better than sprite.
Feed the critters, indoor and out.
Checked my Etsy page, no sales. This new vendor mall I joined doesn't seem to be panning out so far, I'll give it a little more time, wait and see.
Ugh here is the water bill I was supposed to have ready for the hubs this morning. I open it, well at least the price is predictable, it is good to know some things are reliable and consistent. Geez they sure don't give much time to get it paid, I look at the calendar, oh just a week, I thought it had only arrived 3 days ago. Boy Heather, you are slipping. I can remember when I would pay the bill the day it arrived. I haven't seen those days since May, I miss those days of not really having much to do but dream up things or clean house or work in the yard. Haven't been able to touch the yard in some time, I cringe every time I look out there and see the untamed wild creeping closer.
 I wonder if I should sew the wallet and bag I have had cut out all week waiting for a day off to tackle it. Well today is a day off but in the world of Heather it is still a work day just of a different sorts. I could pop in the Netflix movie and finish the tiger that needs to be done by Friday, actually it needs to be done before Brusier realizes it is there and pieces come up missing.
Hmmmm how about some coffee for a little more clarity on the decision. *pause for a 2 minute break*
Ohh before I forget, I need to do some work for my brothers company! I quickly call a client AGAIN, waiting for her to confirm an appointment time. Must call brother for some scheduling thing that he left a message about 2 days ago but I was too tired to think straight.

 Oh well all is lost for at least a few hours.... talking to my mommy! And then my sis, then my brother, then the hubby.. then face booking with a distant relative on how to get her business started, yeah like I really know, I don't feel like I am getting anywhere in my business but hey if I can help I will try.

This day is slowly slipping by and I haven't gotten anything accomplished yet, except for one invoice. Sounds like the movie and crochet are the winners for the day.

Just a little update...

I don't think anyone reads this anymore and yes that is my fault.

 I just wanted to write that things are crazy here with my new job after hubby gave me the second scare in a year. I had to find a job and boy did I get a whopper of a job with all the hours I can stand. I'm not fully taking advantage of that but pretty close. I could be doing overnighters but instead I am doing 11 - 13 hr shifts. What do I do? I assist the elderly. We do companionship, care, errands, housekeeping, cooking and dr appointments. Pretty much all the things I have been doing all my life, just for someone else and getting paid to do it.

Well anyway, it is time for me to get to bed for a 11 hr shift tomorrow. If anyone reads this, I hoe you have a great day!



   

Hubby's b-day

Some times I think I need to officially move the hubby's birthday to a different month.

Here we go again, hubby's b-day/Valentines day is upon us and it is right at the time that we have the least amount of funds. It happens every year, it's sad really, I can't remember the last time I got him something other than Reeses for his birthday. Not that we really do birthdays around here and thankfully he really does like Reeses but I was hoping I would be able to do a bit more this year. After all he gave me a big scare last year and I would like to celebrate that he has made it to another birthday. I just can't think what to do this year with the limited funds and he AIN'T gettin NO Reeses! When I say limited I mean I got $10 stashed away, I did have $30 but car inspection ate up most of it.

Am I complaining? Maybe a little bit but mostly I'm just trying to rack my brain into coming up with something cheap and brilliant. Do those two words ever go together? LOL! I'm thinking about what kind of man he is and the answer might be... no.

And I swear if he comes home saying he needs an oil change... well then, I will just have to trash the whole idea.

Suggestions are welcomed!