Question?

why are my kids leaving at 3:45am?

to sell plasma….

sheesh.

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.

Got Cow?

When I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come in the early AM’s, I can think of all sorts of things to blog about. Then when it comes times to sit here and write, I can’t think of a living thing. Nothing. El-blanco.

I guess that’s a form of writers block. Who knows one of these days, there may be an official syndrome for bloggers, called bloggie block. There, see, I created it right there. Let this be my copyright. On this day, at this time, I created the phrase bloggie block. It will become an official syndrome one of these days, I’m telling you.

We had a sort of funny/cute thing happen in service this morning. Stud was talking about the golden calf the Israelites created while in the wilderness and the excuse they gave Moses when he asked them where it came from. They told him that when they melted that gold, that calf just popped out of the fire on its own. Yeppers. Pretty creative bunch they were.

Well when Stud is talking about that golden calf, there’s this little boy, about 3 years old, who has been very active in service, going from person to person, walking, crawling, trying to get his mom to play catch with him… just being a 3 yr old… and all of the sudden he stands right up straight, and lifts his little hands in the air holding one of his toys….. It was a toy cow. He says as loud and proud as he can COW.

Now, try to tell me that little boy wasn’t listening to Stud’s sermon…. He was. And probably paying more attention than any adult in there. Yes we get preoccupied with watching cute kids during service, but that cute kid showed us one and all that he was paying more attention than anyone. Yeah he was playing farm and lining all his farm animals up, and had been drawing and looking at books, pointing out the pictures and naming them to his sister, but when he realized that Stud was talking about a cow, he went running to the bench his farm animals were on, grabbed that cow, and held it up for all of use to see that he had a cow. He could relate to that sermon.

Lesson learned by me. Lesson given by a 3yr old little boy.

Generation Gap?

I’ll never understand my kids.

Actually, I’ll never understand my kid’s views on me.

I blog, I twitter, I’ve been on the internet for years, so why do they find it so hard to believe I know all about facebook? Better still, why are they so shocked when I find them on facebook and other sites of the same.

I asked oldest tonight who was doing the facebook page for the MiLB team’s mascot, first he wanted to know how I knew the mascot had a facebook, then why I wanted to know who was doing it this year…. sheesh. Ask a simple question, try to have a conversation with the kid, and he gets all defensive. I mean, come on, am I an idiot? I don’t think so.

I’ve been part of online groups, yahoo groups, and other networking things since the internet first came out. I remember WAAAAAY back before AOL even. We had Prodigy, and I conversed with a lot of other mom’s on their rather rudimentary forums back then. I do, in fact, know my way around. Unlike my sister who is afraid to venture from the sites she knows, in fear she can’t get back home. No joke. She told me that.

I know I won’t fall of the edge of the internet world and be forever floating in cyberspace. So why can’t my kids get that I know facebook?

Huh?

I was just over at Smizzo’s place and she is talking about her oldest graduating from high school, when it hit me, MY OLDEST GRADUATED THIS YEAR.

WIth us homeschooling, we didn’t have a graduation ceremony, he didn’t want a party, or to celebrate at all.  To him, it just hasnt’ been a big deal.  He’s been going to college for a year now, so getting all excited over high school graduation just isn’t in him.  I guess it kind of passed me over as well.  Until I read Smizzo’s post.

Do you people realize I have a High School Graduate?

I didnt’.

At least until a few minutes ago I didn’t.

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.

Pondering

So far it’s been a busy weekend.  Stud performed a marriage ceremony today, I always go with him to these things.  This one happened to also be at our church, the couple doesn’t really go to our church, but are still members.  Make sense?

It was a very simple, uncomplicated service.  I loved it.  I bet, the entire wedding didn’t cost $500.  And that probably included the reception.  It was beautiful.

I always find it strange at wedding rehearsals, people want to share their romance story.  Their wedding story.  Stud usually tells the bride and groom ours, which normally ends up in a roar of laughter at how we met.  I wrote about it somewhere, I’ll find the link later.

But what really gets me, is realizing that Stud and I have been together for almost 20 years.  That’s a biggie in todays time.  I don’t feel like I’ve been married almost 20 years.  I don’t think we act like an old married couple.  Maybe we do and I just don’t see it.

I do however feel my age when I have children issues to deal with.  Trust me, those of you with little ones, these are the easy years.  Yeah, you are probably exhausted, but the physical hardships will pass, and then you are on to the emotional and mental ones.  They are much tougher to deal with and get over.

I told my two oldest tonight, I just wish they liked each other.  One laughed, the other looked and said “what makes you think we don’t like each other?”  Well, the fact any time the two of you are in the same room together, you treat each other like dirt, and act like you hate one another.  That would be the first clue.

Evidently I’m wrong.  Supposedly, that’s how brothers are.  i think they are just trying to soothe their conscience and keep me off their back.  What do you think?

Just clearing things up.

Dear people who find me via search engines:

Could you please learn to spell. Is it too difficult to spell “pantyless” or “grown” or even “woman”? Please, use the spell check, and get it right.

Sincerely,

The Pantyless Preacher’s Wife, which is not referring to anything sexual, so get over it and move on.

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Dear person in front of me at the red light,

I’m not sure exactly how you got your driver’s license, maybe on sale at the Dollar General or something, but when I got mine, I had to answer questions about stop lights. You know, red means stop, yellow slow down, and green means go? Oh, and that green arrow pointing left, well, it means go as well. You don’t have to sit and wait until you get the full circle turns green to go. I promise. No cars with flashing blue lights will chase you down and write you a ticket, and if you go ahead and turn, I bet all those horns honking behind you will stop. So will the sign language the guy behind me is using, that you can’t see, but I can.

Sincerely,

The buffer between you and a case of road rage.
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Dear neighbor with the mean kids,

Thank you for keeping them at home for the past several days. I have completely enjoyed not having to watch out my window 24/7 for your children. It has been a true joy to know I can leave without worrying about my windows being broken when I return home. Our chickens have started laying eggs again, now that they are being left alone and are no longer in a constant state of fear. I was also impressed at seeing you out on your porch this week while your children were playing outside. Who knew supervision could keep children from getting into trouble.

Sincerely,

The woman who isn’t half the names you called her under your breath.

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Dear Garth Brooks,

Please go back into retirement and stay there.

Sincerely,

A former fan who now can’t stand to watch you.

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Dear fruit(s) of my womb,

I realize how difficult it must be to be a child/teenager. You know with all the stress and all. But I promise, when you pick up after yourselves, a lot of that stress will be relieved. For both of us. The more you put up, the less I have to nag at you to pick it up, therefore, less chores for you, less stress for me, and a lot less screaming on my part.

Oh, and to whomever is wiping nose leakage on the side of the bathroom cabinet… I will catch you, and it won’t be nice.

SIncerely,

Mom

Wanna know how good I am?

I am such a great teacher, wanna know how great?

Son2 (after going in the post office to mail some letters) You got $2 back, the stamps were only a penny.

Me- Huh?

Son2- Yeah, they were only 1cent each.

Me- How is that?

Son2- they had some for 41 cents, and some for 1 cent, so I got the penny ones!

Now, he’s smiling, all proud of himself for saving me some money. Me, well, I’m all confused.

Me- So, um, I assume you already stuck them in the slot and mailed them?

Son2- well yes. (looks at me like I am a total dork)

Let’s just say, I then commenced having the best belly laugh I’ve had in months.

See, I’m a great teacher! At least they are learning how to be frugal.

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In other Son2 news.

He got up this morning, went to take a shower, and found something abnormal on his um man parts.  He kept feeling around, and pulled at the offensive part, it came off, leaving a trail of blood behind.

It was a tick.

Son2 had a tick on his man bits.

Is that an episode of House or what?

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?