Fraud and Floaties

Tuesday started off by being quite a whirlwind day. I felt like I had so much to do before we leave for Florida and I had a few jobs for J Designs that needed to be done as well. In between errands, I ran my car through a car wash and was outside of the adjoining gas station drying it off. A lady approached me and I could tell, for whatever reason, her life had been a rough one. I later assumed it was self-inflicted...

She asked me if I had money to spare for her to buy gas to help get her to SLC because she had been in an accident and that's where all her money had gone. I was wary, but looked through my purse anyway; I knew I had something I could give her, even if it was a Tic-Tac. But before I handed anything to her, I prayed the same prayer I pray every time I'm in a situation like that: "Lord, only You know this person's actual situation. If I give her some money, please let it go for good and helpful reasons and not to something that will only eventually make her life harder. In Jesus' name, Amen."

So, I handed her some money, she thanked me, and walked into the gas station. A minute later, she walked passed me again, avoided making eye contact with me and muttered another "Thanks". I assumed she was on her way to the pump when I turned around to make sure she was getting gas.

She was gone. Her car was gone. And my money was gone.

I ran in to ask the cashier if the lady with "big hair" had purchased gas. "No, she just walked in, turned around, and walked right back out."

I felt like a bigger sucker than the huge lollipops I was standing next to by the counter.

Someone had pulled her car up, waited for her to exit the station and raced out of there.

All the warm and fuzzy feelings I had for helping out someone less fortunate than myself were instantly swallowed by the grumbling black cloud that had taken residence in the pit of my stomach. I was mad. Really mad.

So, after going home and finishing some laundry (with some assistance from my "Big Helper"), I decided I need to do something to burn off my "angry-energy".

So, Eric and I hit the YMCA pool and had a blast.
We were the only ones there for a little while, but the other kids started trickling in.

He had a lot of fun with those "noodle" things and went on the slide--even after he plunked all the way under the water!































He and I had fun in the little "kiddie" pool. I really liked it 'cause it was the warmest one there! We were supposed to be giving each other kisses, but we were both laughing.

















I love this picture, but Eric looks like such a big boy here, it kinda makes me sad. The last 2.5 years have flown faster than words can describe. How does that happen?? :) He's my bestest-buddy and I live for pictures like this...even if they do make me kinda sad.

We leave for Florida tomorrow and I should come back with lots more pictures to share! I can't wait!