sabotage

How pathetic is it that what used to be my favorite time of the year is now my worst? Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE Christmas. It is my favorite holiday, period.

I just strongly dislike the month of december. Why is it that every major bill is due in december. Are they trying to sabotage the economy by making it impossible for folks to spend money because they have to pay all the extra bills? I think so. Stud and I happen to be people who pay our bills first then if there is any left over, use it for extras… like christmas presents. So this conspiracy to make us broke in Dec. is killing us. At this point, I won’t know until Christmas eve, on which I have to work, IF I will have any moola to spend for presents for anyone, ie: our kids. I’m getting rather antsy. Trying to stay faithful, but right now I’m at a low point.

I’m sorry I’m venting, but I’m rather sick of struggling with money, especially in december when all I really want to do is bless people by giving, especially my kids.

I promise, I’ll be better tomorrow.

Makes you wonder….

In case you were wondering why I’m not posting daily…

I’m sick as a dog
I started training for my new job
Youngest had a skin cancer cut off his head
Youngest had to go back and have more removed to make sure they got it all.
Son2 is having dizzy spells, and is headed to the cardiologist again.
The new care we bought last month broke. We fixed it.
It broke again. We fixed it.
Now the check engine light keeps coming on.
The washer quit.
The fridge quit. But now its working after losing a months worth of meat.
We are dealing with environmental inspectors with my dad’s trailer park.
And the sewage inspectors. On two different issues.
Son4 may have broke his finger. Gonna Check it tomorrow
I’m cooking for Oldest’s gf again tomorrow, 2 meals means its serious.
Son2 turns 19 Monday. Scary.
I went for a recheck for my hip issues, and the doc ordered all sorts of blood work to be done ASAP.
The lab is so backed up, my appointment was the beginning of October, my lab appt is in December.
So much for ASAP.
Hope I don’t keel over before ASAP comes around.
Needless to say, my mind isn’t on blogging.

I’m not complaining, just throwing it out there in case ya’ll want to help us pray for some relief. It would be much appreciated.

3′s

I will definitely be glad when 2010 is over.

My MIL had a heart attack tonight, by the time we got to the hospital, they had already placed a stent, and pacemaker. She’s in ICU but stable.

We are having a ton of other issues going on, so please pray for us.

Corn

Of all my children, Son3 was probably the most difficult toddler.  He was sweet as he could be, but stubborn to a fault.  If you have kids then you know at some point in toddler hood, the rotten little messes decide it is much funner to walk through life nekkid, t hen eventually, they grow out of it.  Usually in a matter of weeks  or a couple of months.

Not son3.  His stage lasted about a year.  We handled it pretty well.  When we were out in public, I put him in overalls so he couldn’t get his clothes off, he would try his best, but just couldn’t figure out how to get those snaps unfastened.   Around the house, I didn’t worrry about it much.

I happened to be going through a rough pregnancy with #4 and  was on bedrest for the dozenth time, so we were staying at my parents during the day while Stud worked.  the boys were playing outside, while my dad was working in his garden which was about 100 yards down the road.  I was laying on the couch trying to find something to watch on tv, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, when I heard car doors shut.  Whoever it was never did come to the door, so I drug my pregnant self off the couch and walked over to the front porch  just in time to see Son3 talking to two very distinguished looked gentlemen.  They were asking where my dad was.  I heard son3 tell them to follow him, and he took off running down the road, with the two rather snobby fellows following.

The problelm?

Son3 was naked as a jay-bird.  I’m talking nekkid as the day he was born.

I was pretty well blood red with embarrassment, by this time, my mom had come into the living room to see what was going on, and she was laughing hysterically.  The men looked very unamused, but hey, that’s what they get for asking a naked 2 year old where his papaw is.

Poor little guy, got all kinds of scratch’s on the privates, running through the rows of corn, stepping all over papaw’s beans trying to take the men to papaw.

Accident

Yesterday Son2 had PT, his last one.  While talking to the receptionist dude, my phone started ringing.  I ignored it, then Son2′s started ringing.  I figured it was someone who knew both of us, and found it pretty urgent to get intouch, so I answered.

Son3- Mom, I now have proof that youngest was in my room last night while I was gone.

Me- um, son, is this really important to talk about right now.

Son3- Just listen, know how I know? Because my airsoft pistol wasn’t loaded when I left, and now, it is full.

Me- Okaaay, and why did I need to know this RIGHT NOW?

Son3- well, I found out it was loaded when I accidently shot youngest in the chin.

Jumbles

I keep forgetting that my feelings can’t show through in my posts.  I was being, um, sarcastic I guess with that last post.

Stud was amazed at how many people commented just for a chance at some hair products.  He didn’t realize how serious hair care is to the female half of the population!  lol.  Then, I took him over and show him how many comments some of the contests have, I mean we are talking 700 comments!  One contest I entered, I was number 2000 and something.  Of course she is giving away a Zune, but hey, her comments reach the 1000 mark everyday.

I’ve really enjoyed reading about the bad hair days all these women have had.  Seems like the main theme is either bad perms, or naturally frizzy hair that is out of control.  Been there, done that, got the T-shirt myself.

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Son2 went to Atlanta Monday night to see the Braves play, it was a blow out of a game with the Braves losing, but he got to see one of his favorite players last game as a Brave, AND made Oldest jealous enough that him and his buddies from work went to the Tuesday night game.  Kids.  Oldest and his buddies had to leave work early, but they really didn’t care, they love baseball!

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I start work today, and, I found out who I will be working for.  A big cable company.  So when you call for tech support for your cable be nice to the woman on the other end, it just might be me!

The world just keeps on spinning.

I have spent the past couple of days applying online for work at home positions.  I’ve done my research, found what companies are legit, and started filling out the forms.

Today, I got an appointment for a pre-employment interview with one of the companies.

I’m scared spitless.

My heart is racing, it’s hard to breathe.  I mean, this is really happening!

Which the interview part is good, probably the best part of a pretty sucky day.

We found out this morning that Stud’s truck needs a new engine.  Well, at least we know what oil pouring from under the thing means.  Then, and I do mean THEN….

I was taking Son2 to work, driving my dad’s car…. yeah, you don’t have to read to know what’s coming…don’t you just love a good foreshadowing where you know what the author is going to say before you actually read it… my dad’s car broke down.

Now, you would have to know my dad’s cars.

They never break down.  Never.  He’s one of those lucky ones who run’s a car into the ground and then the next owner get’s left on the side of the road on his way home from buying the thing.  Seriously, it happened.  So me breaking down in it today was just some sort of cruel, fate/karma thing .  You know the thing where you look towards Heaven and ask God if he’s enjoying himself.  I’m sure I kept him entertained today.  I drove the car straight to the dealer, remember he just got the vehicle 8 months ago, and had them que it up for repair, and there I sat.  Stud had no way to come get me, my dad had no way to pick me up, Son1 was at work and couldn’t leave.  My brother and his wife finally saved my lazy self from walking the 15 miles home.

But you know what?

Even though all was falling apart, I never panicked, I felt peaceful the entire time.

I still do.

About that.

That interview tomorrow, not so much.

Even if it is over the phone, and internet.

I’m still a nervous wreck.

Sheesh.

In the mean time, Stud is looking for some wheels.  Anybody got a 10-speed they’ll loan him?

Huh? part 2

I’m having another one of those introspective/wanna be alone/need a good cry days.

I don’t know why.  And I don’t like it.  Not one bit.

I hate feeling all melancholy, and depressed.  It’s such a downer to be around someone who’s that way, and I loathe being a downer.

So in light of that, here’s a couple of ancedotes form my boys.

Me: Youngest, show dad your elbow, look at those bumps.

Youngest: I know, those have been there forever.

Me: no they haven’t, I’ve never noticed them before

Youngest; Yeah, sure they have, since I was at least 6. that’s what 4 years?

Me: That’s how long forever is?

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Looks like that’s the only one, I had another, but when I started to write it, it totally left.  I had a brain fart and it blew out my ears.  Sheesh, I’m going to bed and start fresh tomorrow.

Short

Tuesday’s bad day boils down to this: A company quoted me a price, then ran a larger price through my debit card, then a 2nd charge…. thus causing all sorts of things to go haywire, including overdraft charges galore. Then the company refused to reimburse us or even admit they did wrong……. I’m over it now though. God cooled my anger. Thankfully.

Wednesday’s bad day included my parents. One of the never ending arguements over medication with my mom led to me handing it all over to her. I am done dealing with the fights over her getting meds she isn’t supposed to have, then me having to take them away, then her getting all angry and yelling and accusing me of things that aren’t true. I’m fed up, I gave her every medication she has, now, it’s up to her how she does. She also accused the boys of being spies. Sooooo, I relinquished my control. If she overdoses, she overdoses. I know that sounds cruel, but with all the conflict, there isn’t anything else I can do. She won’t listen to reason, my dad keeps enabling her by going and picking up the meds at the pharmacy, and giving them to her, just to avoid an argument. No matter how hard I tried, they wouldn’t listen, so, I quit trying.

I know she will overdose. I know she will start falling again. I know she will break bones, get concussed, or worse. It’s been a vicious cycle the past 20 years. But I tried. They just won’t cooperate.

OH, and she’s taking me out of the will. Did I mention that? yeah. evidently I have turned against her and will be removed from the will because of that. This all according to her. The kicker?

After I gave her the meds, I went home, Stud and I went for a drive to clear my head. When we got back, well, she called, summoned me to her house, and tried to get me to take the meds back over. I refused. She wanted to keep certain meds herself, and me do the rest. Nope. Not going to do it. That made her even madder.

That’s the short version.

Aren’t you glad I didn’t give the long one?

Blessing: the past two days are over.

Battle at Stud Farm

I officially became one of “those” people last week. I called the sheriff’s department on my neighbor’s kids.

They moved in a year ago, and their kids have literally driven us nuts. The kids are 7 yr old twin boys and a 5 year old boy,and I have never in my life seen such mean children before. They have a newborn daughter who I’ve never even seen. But back to the brothers

They stole my cat, broke windows in my garage, I don’t know how many times they’ve thrown rocks at my boys while they were outside, keep getting in our chicken coop, killed all the baby birds in a nest in my garage, stole stuff off my back porch, and today, we had our big dog out in the yard on a run line, they were standing in the middle of the road throwing rocks at him.

I have went to the parents once a week, for months now, telling them to keep their kids out of our yard, and the parents won’t do a thing. Today I went up there and told them I was fed up. I was done. I had put up with it for a year, and was sick and tired of their kids running over me and my children. The mom tried to use the “but he’s got ADHD” excuse, I told her to give that up, I have raised 5 boys myself, dealt with ADHD, learning disabilities, PT, OT and speech therapy and she needed to drop that excuse because I’ve been there, done that, and mine NEVER did the things their kids have done. She even went so far as to tell me what she let her kids do, and what they actually did was none of my business. I let her know that when they were destroying my property,and harassing my family then it WAS my business.

The spookiest thing? While I was saying my peace, I was totally under control. Half the neighborhood came out to watch and hear. I didn’t make threats, call names, or anything else, I made a very legitimate argument, she didn’t even try to refute what I said.

When I got home, the boys all patted me on the back, congratulating me, saying they had never seen me that angry before. Which, they hadn’t. I rarely ever lose my temper. And I didn’t even lose it then. I was just fed up. So, I called the sheriff’s department, because the parents made it clear they weren’t going to do anything about their kids.

They will now.

The deputies told them that next time their boys do something to any of my property, or my children, that I WOULD take out a warrant for their arrest, seeing as how they are liable for what their minor children do. I haven’t seen those kids since.

The other thing I did, is I got my cam corder out to record while we are gone. A lot of the stuff they are doing is while we aren’t home. Now, I’ll get it on film, and have all the proof I need!

The entire neighborhood is up in arms over these kids. I’ve probably started a war with the parents, but I’m just sick of it.

So, my question is, what would you have done?