Sunday, May 31, 2009

An Experience of a Lifetime

My eldest child Felicia is in Italy going to school for the summer. Though it started off on a VERY bad note she has recouped and is now enjoying herself.

There is nothing worse for a parent (next to your child dying) than getting a 6am phone call from your child with said child hysterically crying. Crying so hard that you can not understand a word coming from her mouth. And of course there is nothing you can do (as she is thousands of miles away) to calm her down. So finally she stops sobbing long enough to explain that:

1. The airlines have lost one of her suitcases (really not a big deal), and

2. The gentleman she was going to rent a room from is non-existent so she had no place to live for the summer.

Like I said the luggage part not that serious, and they did get it to her the next day. A friend of MD's said they always loose her luggage every time she went to Italy and always got it to her in a short time after.

Now we had to concentrate on getting her a place to live while she is there. She said that there was one room left at the on-campus housing (where Felicia should have looked in the first place) so I told her to take it. She was very worried about the cost $1,100 a month, so I had to explain to her at this point it did not matter as she had to have a place to live. I told her we could work out the money after she got back home.

Now do not get me wrong, it is not like we really have the extra money (more than the extra we are already sending her to keep up with her bills while she is gone)to be just throwing it around like water. She would have never been able to go on this trip if it was not for her scholarship paying for the school part and some of the "off campus stipend" she is getting. But I paid for the $1,500 airline ticket months ago, and cashed her college "saving" accounts that we had for her (since she has a full ride scholarship that pays for EVERYTHING here she has not needed them). Which basically says we have been saving for 4 years for this trip. But I can not have her just "living" anywhere over there. I want her safe.

She has taken a trip to Venas already her first weekend there, hit a couple of "nightclubs" back in Florance and all of this in her first week there. She and a couple of the kids she has met have planned a couple of other trips also. One of her trips she is going to Ireland (I am sooo jealous) and another is to England to go to the Harry Potter Opening! They are planning to do Harry Potter stuff the whole time they are there. She is also planning a trip to Vultura (??spelling) so for you Twilight fans this is the time to start drooling! She said that they (the cast) were there last week doing some filming. How freaking cool is that!

She is meeting a lot of people from all over the world and some from the states. I hope that she stays in touch with some of them when she gets home. Yes she is even meeting a couple of boys (and in their pics they are cuties) but she is playing the good girl (darn it). She loves the girls she is meeting and is having a really good time with them (from NY of course). She said that she is asked A LOT if she is Italian, duh just look at her of course she is Italian, and others assume she can speak the language (some but not very much). People are surprised when she can not. I did not think she looked that Italian.

Lots of people warned her of how "overly friendly" Italian men are. She said that she really has not had a problem with that as she is not a blond. She said they love blonds over there. Finally a fantastic reason to be a brunette!

Check it all out from her view I had her make a blog so we could all follow her travels at "Oh The Places I'll Go" and see Italy through a 20 year old's eyes.

Friday, May 29, 2009

His Choice has Been Made

Devin's appointment with his probation officer was . . . . well in a word . . dumbfounding is the only one I can come up with. No matter what this woman said Devin argued. If she said blue he said black. He is determined to have it his way. Well now he gets it, the ball is in motion so to say. His PO is starting the paperwork to put him before a judge. He said he did not care. She said that with the attitude he has right now and the response he is giving will put him in juvenile detention. He said fine he did not care. This kid has no idea what he is getting into she explained to me. I told her that is because he has NEVER had to pay consequences to his actions outside the home before and he just does not believe that anyone ever will. He tells her that his "parents are mean and never let him do anything". But when asked what is it that we do not let him do he has no response. PO wants me to get him drug tested today. Oh joy that is going to be fun. She is also setting up a pshyc eval for him as she said that the judge will want all these things anyway. Devin said that he is done with doctors, they do not help, they only make him madder. She explained that he has to go but it is his choice to cooperate or not. If he chooses not then things will go worse for him.

She did explain that the odds are he will be taken out of our home and placed in juvenile services. He said that he is okay with this. She said that if it gets hard it is not like running away, he can not choose when he gets to come home and neither does his parents. Again he was okay with this.

His PO left totally amazed. She said that she has not ever had a kid this (she struggled for a word). I said defiant. She said yea that and more. She can not understand what is going on in his head. She said clearly he is very intelligent, he has to know what this means for him. She said that she cannot believe that he does not care.

I told her he is beyond our help, I have been asking for years and been turned away, so now it is up to Devin and the Judge. But we also have his sister to worry about and his behavior at home is destroying is not good for her to be around.

So I guess he really does hate us that much that he is willing to get sent to such a place to be rid of us. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. That hurts in ways I hope no other parent ever has to feel.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

His arrival is bittersweet

It is 10:30pm raining cats and dogs outside. Thunder and lightning to boot. MD has caught my cold (men do not do sick very well) and is in bed. As I sit on the couch reading to escape from the reality that is mine I hear a small tap tap sound. I get up thinking it was the cat, as I near my hall I hear it again but from the front door. As I approach the front door I see shadows dance outside, like I said it is raining and hard. I open the door and there stands Devin (looking like a drowned cat) and his friend Ty (no this is not his really name). Ty said that Devin came to his house and told him that he ran away so he brought him home. Devin asked if Ty could use our phone. I asked if he needed a ride and Ty said yes. I told the boys to get in the car and I took Ty home.

I have no understanding of the way I feel right now. Though I was glad to see that Devin was okay and not hurt, I was/am still very upset with him. I explained to Devin that we now had to call the police again to let them know he was home. His only response "I just passed one a few minutes ago and they did nothing". This is what we have to deal with, he thinks he did nothing wrong again and it is our fault that the police are involved. He said that he had it figured out where he could stay for the next three weeks but he had no money for food. I just sat there and said nothing, I could only stare at the road dumbfounded.

So basically he only came home because it is raining outside, he has nothing to eat, and no where to stay (he slept in a recycle bin last night). There was no I am sorry mom, no I will try to do better, just nothing. Well that is not exactly true, he did thank me for taking Ty home but other than that nothing.

I called the police department, my choices are too wait up all night for an officer to show up (I was informed they we're VERY busy this evening) or to call back in the morning so an officer can come verify he is actually home. I opted for the morning as I do not want to wake MD up in the middle of the night.

At least he came home while MD was in bed, at least there will be no arguing tonight. Ah yet the morning awaits.

And Off We Go

Last night Devin an MD got into it again when Devin decided that the court appointed curfew was too early. Devin came home at a quarter to ten (45 minutes past curfew)and MD confronted him about it. The result you ask, Devin turned tale and left and decided to not come back.

I checked online with the school today and found that he did not go to school either. Thinking that maybe he would come home today after MD left I waited to do anything. At noon I called his Probation Officer to find out what to do next. As it is if he does not get his tale home he will miss his first "fire school" meeting. This is also a court appointed activity. His PO stated that if he misses this class he will be kicked out and therefor breaking his "informal" probation rules.

Um, hello doesn't breaking his curfew also break the rules?

She then informed me the only way she can do anything further I have to file a police report for a missing child and that I should also contact a drug testing office in the area for if/when Devin shows up to get him tested.

Aw Great.

So I do as she stated, called the Police Department and the Drug Test Center. The police came got my information (it really was misserable to have to remember what he was wearing through the fog of cold meds, I could not remember the color shirt he was wearing)and he explained what if/when he is found/comes home that will happen/need to be done.

All this and no one will tell me defiantly what kind of help we/Devin can get. More little hoops to jump through again. We have been doing EVERYTHING that the "authorities" have been telling us to do and we are still banging our heads into walls no closer to getting Devin the help he/we need.

So here I wait, coughing my head off (I hate colds) waiting for my kid to be brought/come home. Dreading the confrontation that will inevitably happen. My nerves are starting to unravel seriously quickly. Stress is a wonderful thing is it not?

I hope Devin starts to consider the ramifications of his actions soon, because he has no idea the affects of his actions on all of us around him.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Karma Sucks

Today is the official first day of my vacation.

I am sick.

I have not been sick in YEARS.

Devin has been coughing all over the house the past couple of days. Complaining that he does not feel well. But when I try to get him to stay home, in bed, get rest, get better he refuses. So off he goes and brought back a cold for me. Thanks kid.

Devin thinks of it as his way of getting back at me for being "A JERK" (his exact words). He said "you would have not gotten sick if you would just leave me alone". All I did was try to feel his head to see if he had a fever, he looked flushed. Man that kid is just hateful sometimes.

Time to get something warm for my throat. What a wasted vacaiton.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Man Up, Quite Hiding in Shadows

Anonymous it is not that I have a problem with negative comments. Actually I encourage other peoples views, it sometimes gives me alternative views and helps me work things out in my head. Since I have no idea who you are and what you really have to do with MY life why would I care if you are "disturbed" with anything I write. You are a shadow, a nobody, and since anonymous is not real why would anyone really care what you have to say or what you feel?

Yes I write about family, friends, and life in general. I have not used offensive words (as MANY a blogger do) I write as if I were speaking with my parents or grandmother. I am not ashamed of anything I have put on my blog or I how I feel about a particular event going on in my life. This is me, take me as I am or you do not have to come back and read. I realize that it is out there for the world to see, I am not an naive about such things. I know that sometimes how I feel or what I say may rub people the wrong way. But one does not have to keep reading or coming back. That is the power of free will. It is the right to choose, and you can choose to not come back.

But what I am saying, however, that if one chooses to leave such negative views regarding another's life or statements (which of course is your right as you said this is a public blog), man up and leave you name. Do not hide behind the unknown. That is just being a coward, and if you feel the need to hide behind a mask then what you have to say really matters not. But if you can not man up and leave a name you should not bother putting your opinions on others sites.

This is, Anonymous, is the last time you will ruffle my feathers and be acknowledged no matter what comment you leave.

Memorial Day

Last Memorial Day I posted about my cousin Steve who has served many many years in the military. This year I would like to say thanks to ALL our military soldiers and hope you are all safe on this holiday and everyday.




I of course have no IDEA who you are since you did not sign your name. I think it shoes very little respect and a bit of cowardliness when people make comments such as yours and hide behind ANONYMOUS.

Actually I really do not have THAT much drama in my life. I normally lead a very quiet dull life (which I am normally very happy with). I do however have MANY unfortunate events that are happening now and most of them involve my one and only son. And in actuality we have been trying to deal with this since the kid was two. They have just grown in magnitude as he has grown.

Since I do not know who you are and do not know if you even have children. But I have to say that until one walks in the shoes of another you really should not say "I was disgusted by the posts about Devin and wanting to put him in military school and saying you were done with him" as you have no idea how hard it is for the person in such a situation.

Do you really think that I could come to such a decision lightly as to send my son away and have someone else help when I could not? Do you really think that maybe I needed to vent, and have my actual "virtual" friends/support group help me through this? While yes I know this has public viewing, it is the best way to not have to repeat one thing a million times, discuss items with people actually going through some of the same stuff we are, and to keep up with those far away. This is a decision that still hurts my heart and I am still dragging tail on. But I think military school is a MUCH better alternative than to where any judge or probation office will send him, as the kind of children in those places are the exact kind of kids I am trying to keep him away from.

You of course do not actually know me or my family so therefore you have no IDEA how long and progressively worse his situation is and has gotten.

So Anonymous, in the future when you are reading the personal happenings in others lives and feel the need to comment, own up to your words. Because if you are not comfortable signing your name to it maybe you should not be writing it in the first place.

My father has always said "If you would be embarrassed to have your family read it you should not write it". I believe this is a good thing to live by and goes for all Anonymous writers.

I mean seriously, why do you think I do not swear more on here!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I feel like I am dreaming, I want to wake up.

Felicia left for School in Italy on Wednesday. Of course true to "MDMom" luck, her trip started on a VERY sour note.

First the airline lost one of her pieces of luggage. Lucky for her she split her clothes up so not all of her clothes (pants shirts etc) were in one bag. So she still had some clothes to wear, just not a lot.

Second after she landed she kept trying desperately to get a hold of her landlord. No luck, I do not know how it happened but she found out that it was a scam! She sent her deposit money to a man that ran with it. AND SHE HAD NOWHERE TO LIVE for two months in another country!

Italy is 7 hours ahead of Missouri time, so I expected a "mom I landed" call at 2:30 am. Never got it so of course my sleep for the night was shot. Finally at 6:10 am I got a call, unfortunately she was frantically crying. This MAN took off with my baby's money and gave her no place to live. It was a scam, we were all taken. I looked over the contract and the "copy" of his passport, all looked okay. Boy did I feel like I was schooled.

Felicia said that the cab driver was very nice and gave her maps to help her find a new place to stay, other students were offering a couch until she found a place to stay. Other than the JERK "landlord" everyone has been very nice and helpful.

The "rock" had to come out, no time for me to freak out and go all nutso on the kid (like I wanted to do). She has found a new place to stay but ugh it is $1,100 a month. She is worried about money, I told her I would cover the rent and to not let this "event" ruin her trip. I got her to stop crying. and told her to have whoever call me with payment information (this is really going to hurt my bank account) and I will take care of it.

Then if my day did not already feel STRESSED enough, with worrying about my kid in another country homeless. For work I had to go to a clients office an hour away and do some work in their office. Ugh I really hate doing that, not that it is difficult work, it is just out of my "comfort zone" and I avoid unfamiliar things sometimes. Blah Blah Blah, what ever. I know get a life. But anyway, about 10ish I get a call from Devin, he want me to come bring him money for lunch (here is where you ask me why he did not get it BEFORE he left for school). I said there was no way I could do that. I was an 1 1/2 hours away in Illinois and it was impossible. He said "call dad and ask him". Uh, no you could call dad and ask him. But I can tell you the answer will be no as he was in the city which is an hour plus from school. I asked where his money was that he had. He said 1. I am not using MY money for lunch and 2. I did not want to carry it with me so it is at home. My response, well borrow from a friend and pay them back. It was you who refused to get up this morning, you who refuse to talk with me, so you deal with it. He said okay I will see if I can borrow and got off the phone.

After that conversation, oh about 2 hours later, I received a call from his principle. UGH again. She asked if I could talk (not a good sign), I said yes. She said that it was not something that I had to come get him for but that Devin was disruptive in class and was cussing (at first she thought it was AT a teacher but later found out it was about a student.) All of which was earning him ZAP (which is in school suspension). All I could do was roll my eyes. She said he would be in ZAP the rest of the year AND it would roll over to next year. Great, what an ending to the school year, and even a better beginning to next.

I was thinking to myself could this day SUCK anymore than it does, well I got may answer it relatively a short amount of time. Since it was now going on two o'clock MO time it would be 9pm Italy time I was starting to get worried about Felicia. I had not heard a peep about living arrangements. I could not call the school (the only number I currently had) as they were closed. So I called her boyfriend to see if he had spoke with her. This is how our conversation went:
He said he had about an 1 1/2 ago.

I asked him for an update.

His response: About what?

Me: on everything that is going on.

His response: What do you know?

At this point I wanted to crawl through the phone a smack him upside his head. What do you mean what do I know. You snake, you deadbeat, you, you, I could not think straight at this point.

My response: I know everything now tell me what she has said about everything!

He finally told me what he knew (briefly, I think he knew he mad me mad) and I got off the phone with him. I felt a bit better knowing she had a place to stay.

Yesterday I thought I would feel better, nope worse. I got to work and tried to get things completed so I could enjoy my week vacation (I always take my vacations on holiday weeks that way I get more time off). But a hour into work my cell rings and it is Devin's counselor wanting to talk about summer programs for Devin. He needs to attend A LOT of summer school and pass if he does not want to be a freshman again next year. CRAP here we go again. So I discuss several options they have and picked what worked best for me this time. Credit Recovery was my choice. It is available from 3pm to 10pm Monday through Thursday. Yes I have to take him, they do not provide buses. So at least this way I will not have to miss much work AND I get peace at home in the evenings.

With that settled, I get back to working. Then about an hour after that my cell rings again this time the principle again. Devin was in her office in trouble again over a "altercation" between him and one of his friends over a cigarette purchase. It now seems that Devin's selling cigarettes to students. Not on school property (as he proudly mentioned to the principle) so technically he was not in trouble for that part. But he finished the transaction ON school property and with the "altercation" (he was trying to get the money "owed" to him from his friend) he received another 5 day ZAP. So now when he gets back to school next year he will attend his first day of classes, then the next 7 in ZAP. What a way to start the year.

Then to make my day any better I get an email from his probation office. Seems that Devin is not following the rules set for him and if he keeps on this path she will have to put him before a Judge. AW CRAP.

I get home and get MD updated. Of course he blows his top. CRAP more drama to deal with.

Then Devin decides that his court appointed curfew was to be avoided. He did not get home until 10:30 pm. He cared not that he was supposed to be home at 9pm. He cared not to call and let us know where he was. His only response to me was "well maybe you should get me a cell phone so you can call me to find out where I am and when you want me to come home". WTH!

I told him he KNOWS what time he is to be home, he KNOWS that he is supposed to leave me a note of where he is going to be and a phone number to reach him.

I want to wake up now. I want to not feel so tired.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Joke for the Day

Just because I have nothing remotely interesting or even uninteresting to write about I thought I would spread a smile. At lest it gives you a peak at my sorted humor.....

You are on a crowded bus when you suddenly realize you need to fart.

The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the beat.

You let go about 5 strong and loud ones back to back.

After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop.

As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you remember:

you've been listening to your iPod.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

I Just Do Not Get It.

Last evening I spent time with a neighbor/friend so she would not be alone. She was very upset and totally feeling worthless. You see this friend was someone who when she walked into a place lit it up. She was always full of energy. She inspired me in ways that a hard to explain. We met when she and her husband were building their home. But we did not get to really get to know each other until we met at the Y during an exercise class. We do not have a lot in common, though we always have TONS to talk about when we get together. She and I have this bazaar bond that is ..... I just do not know how to explain it.

Anyway, MD and I were across the street last night at another neighbors visiting when she drove around the corner of our house. I walked over to her car "hey sexy" I stated and bent over to chat through her window. She stated that she needed to speak with MD regarding some things she needed done to her home. I could tell IMMEDIATELY she was upset (though she tried hiding it). I asked "are you okay"? Instantly the tears started welling in her eyes "Patrick left me" is all she could croak out. I turned to MD and he hurried to my side, bent, took one look at her and he too asked "are you alright"? I turned to him said I would explain later, turned to Karen and said I will speak with MD for you. You should go and I will come up to be with you tonight.

You see Karen is a very private person. I am surprise at all that she stopped last night when clearly she did not have herself together. So I knew I had to be with her. MD and I went back to the neighbors chatted for a little longer, then we excused ourselves (we still had to put the patio furniture back before the Storm hit).

I told MD I was going up the street to sit with Karen and that I would be back in a little bit. He responded "take all the time she needs". Is he not the best!
So here is what I do not get. What I do not understand is how someone can just decide one day they do not have ANY feelings for the person they have just spent 14 years with. How does one just wake up and say "I can not be married to you one more day". This is not the first time I have heard this. Another friend years ago said his wife told him the same thing. Except she added "I do not want to be married or a mother any more" and left.

Karen is beating herself up because she thinks she could have done something to stop this. But she does not know what it is he does not like (love) about her anymore. I wanted so badly to take away her sadness, but as I sat there rubbing her leg I realized that there was nothing, absolutely noting that I could do for her or to help her. I did however explain to her she did not need to be alone. She could and should call whenever she felt alone and I would be there. If for nothing else but company. There we sat, no talking, just listening to the rain, and her crying. She was not alone and I would not leave her (though I was getting a bit curious to know if my children decided to come home out of the storm). I did not give her pity, as that is not what she would have wanted, but I wanted to "DO" something. I can only hope that I helped her in some little way.

I told her I could not imagine what she was feeling or going through. That I could only tell her I watched my sister go though this and what she went through. Knowing that every one's situation is different but yet the same in the end.

She said "he wants us to still be friends". WTH! Is he for real? Does he not have any feeling at all? How could he possible believe that she could do that, now? I think he just wants to be guiltless and to get done with this quickly. So HE does not get hurt. That to me is not fair. Of course I did keep that part to myself. Nothing would be gained my voicing my views on what an insensitive ASS he was being. Was it not enough that he just walked away from a 14 year relationship, destroyed he entire self esteem, and gave her a crushing blow all in one evening. Now he wants to be friends. He also reminded her that with everything uncontested they would not need a lawyer and could have the divorce final in 30 days. OMG what an ass (I will not write what I exactly think of him at this moment as I do not what that kind of profanity here).

I mean I do (did) like Patrick, he was a nice friendly (weird at times) guy and a good neighbor. But being a female and seeing Karen in the state I did I can not feel good things about him just now.

I do not wish harm to him but I do hope that he ends up realizing what he is throwing away. He is being very "business like" with this whole thing and expects her to do the same. Unimaginable.

I know I have ranted and veered in different tirades but I have a hard time eloquently phrasing the way I feel at times (not that I write well in the first place). But if I do not write to you, my sounding board, I would probably say something inappropriate in the real world and that would not be good.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Just a MOM?

I work outside of the home now (for nothing less than my sanity) but when my children were young I did get to be at home with them. Which I loved (while they were young and friendly and loving). And nothing drove me crazier than someone dissing a woman who chose to stay home with her family instead of chasing after some corporate position.

A friend of mine sent me this email for Mother's Day and I thought I would share it. It perfectly describes a mom, not just the stay home moms but ALL moms.

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is, " explained the recorder,"do you have a job or are you just a ...?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.

"I'm a Mom."

"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,'housewife' covers it," Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."

"What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.The words simply popped out.

"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,"just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,I heard myself reply,

"I have a continuing program of research,(what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)and already have four credits (all daughters).

Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!

And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."


What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mom's Day Blog World

Happy Mother's Day to all those blogger moms, grandmoms, and moms to be. Hope everyone enjoyed their day.

My youngest wanted to know when will it be kids day? MD explained to her that everyday seems to be kids day at least at our house. She gave him a confused look I suspect ( I was behind her) so he continued with "the kids in our house do not seem to ever help clean, cook, or do yard work. She had no response and decided to look into her cereal bowl. I think she was a little put off that MD made ME breakfast in bed and she did not get any well except for left over bacon.

I on the other hand was awoke by my WONDERFUL husband with a hot cup of coffee (just the way I like it), bacon, eggs, and toast. IN BED! He was up at 6 am (as usual) and let me sleet until 8 - 830 (that is late for me). And I am not even his mom. Such a sweet guy, really you just got to love him.

I must be on my kids sh%$ list because they have had pretty much nothing to do with me today, and I have not even heard from my eldest. I suppose that is why MD went out of his way to make my day nice.

Speaking of which, after he let me lounge a bit after eating off to buy plants for the front. AND WE ARE FINALLY FINISHED!!!! We ever had a neighbor come over that we have never met asking who did the walls. Nothing better than say "why we did". His eyes grew large as well as the smile on his face. He stated that we did a wonderful job and wanted to know if it would be okay if he came back and took pictures. He said that they have hired a guy to do theirs and now he needs to figure what and how he wants everything and that he really likes our. MD and I were just beaming with pride, and of course we told him it would be fine to take pictures.

Our arms are spaghetti, our backs stiff, and our knees popping and we still have to use to rest of this stone somewhere (I want to move it if nothing else so we can get back in the garage).

Saturday, May 09, 2009

My Brain has Left my Head. Really.

For Mother's Day this year the kids and I again went over to my parents house and did yard work for them. While I waited for the kids to get up I got some of my own house cleaning done (oh joy) and got the checkbook balanced. When they finally decided to rise it was 11 am. I reminded them what was on the agenda for the day and with a few groans the got their breakfast done and out the door we went.
While driving down the road my brain clicked. I whipped my head around (not a smart thing to do while driving) and asked Devin if he took his meds this morning. Of course the answer was no. I internally cringed, one of Devin's ailments is ADHD. While I personally think that this diagnosis is extremely over used, Devin is truly off the wall hyper. Enough to drive a sane man to drink that is for sure.
But I was quite surprised Devin did fairly well all day. It was not until we got home that he decided to drive me crazy. Doing things I repeatedly asked him not to. Running around the house like a crazy man. I cannot wait until 8 so I can give him his sleeping pill. Then oh the peace.
Mike is going crazy with him bouncing off the wall, which in turn puts everyone on edge. Please 8 o'clock come soon. Nerves on edge, after all the work at my parents house then to come home and mow our yard I do not have the energy for Devin tonight.
I hate to complain, he was VERY affectionate today (though it was to get mud on his sister and I) hugging us and he was very playful. But still ugh. He can not keep moving the way he does, he is going to break something or himself.

Friday, May 08, 2009

What Could They Have Been Thinking?????

Unless you have been in a cave (and yes I usually am regarding current events) you already know about the Whitehouse blunder regarding a fly over in Manhattan NY. What I did not know (and maybe many of you also) was that this blunder cost us taxpayers a sweet sum of $328,835.

First off WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING!!! I mean really folks did no one think that this might cause a bit of a panic to every person who went through September 11th?

I have an ex-cowerrker who was in Tower 2 that very day. When we heard what happened we all rushed into a video room to watch as I am sure so did every other American that day. One of our Project Managers ran out the door to be with Barry's wife as she had no news from him and could not reach him. His brother also worked for us at the time and was 6 hours from the office at one of our clients landfills sampling. We of course immendiately had him return to be with Barry's wife (who by the way only had the job for two weeks). See Barry said he had a new calling. Instead of a Geologist he wanted to work in finance. He was in New York for training. Barry was one of the nicest guys you ever wanted to meet. He also taught Karate and my kids though he was fabulous. Lucky for everone HE got out. He said it was absolutly horrible. Something he is hoping to NEVER have to ever experience again.

So when I see stupid stunts (yes I believe this was a stunt) I think of Barry and Lisa. The nightmares he had for years after he got home. I think to my self how inconsiderate this administration is and for what ........ the purpose of the flight was to update the official photo of the plane, known as Air Force One when the president is aboard. And since I am on a rant and airing my greviences.... In today's economy when everyone is loosing jobs, and companies are failing and closing, was it really necessary to spend that kind of money?

I mean really was this picture worth it?

Thursday, May 07, 2009

24 Hours To Live

Saw this in another post & thought what the hell, I needed a Post.
They found it in Maxum.

Thoughts about your last day on Earth:

SO HOW DO YOU WANT TO GO? In my sleep holding my husband.

WHICH SONG WILL PLAY FOR YOU IN HEAVEN? "Only the Good Die Young" - Billy Joel

WHAT BOOK DO YOU REGRET NOT FINISHING? Any that I have not yet started.


WHO IN YOUR LIFE WOULD YOU HAVE MOST LIKED TO KICK IN THE EYE? I do not dislike anyone that much (and if I did they would not be in my life).

WHAT WILL BE YOUR GREATEST LEGACY? Depends on with whom you ask. But I think my kids will be my legacy on this world.

ANY REGRETS ABOUT BEING OUTSPOKEN? Never. Pretty much anything I've ever said, I've meant. Even if it should have been kept to myself.

WHEN WERE YOU THE HAPPIEST? Anytime my husband puts his arms around me, holds me close and kisses me softly.

NAME ONE THING YOU'RE GLAD YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO DO AGAIN ON EARTH? Cleaning my house or picking up dog poop in the back yard. (I have a simple/boring life)

WHAT'S THE WILDEST THING YOU EVER DID WHILE YOU WERE ALIVE? Skydive, glider plane ride in NY, raced cars as a teen doing over 100mph on a small hwy, and one unmentionable that I will NEVER tell anyone but checked it off my bucket list.

WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WOULD WANT TO DO ON YOUR LAST DAY? Be close to my husband alone on a white sand beach and watching one amazing sunset. Of course I would have to hang glide before hand off a beautiful mountain top.

WHAT'S YOUR LAST MEAL? A perfectly cooked steak, steamed veggies and garlic mashed potatoes.

DO YOU HAVE A DEATHBED CONFESSION? I have no regrets, and nothing I feel ashamed about. I am who I am take me or leave me alone.

TO WHOM WOULD YOU WHISPER YOUR LAST GOODBYE? Of course my best friend - my husband.

What would YOU do with only 24 hours? Weird to think about, eh?

What is on your Bucket List, here are a few of mine I still have left to do:
1. Learn to scuba dive
2. Hang glide
3. See Hawaii
4. Cliff diving
5. Be dept free
6. Learn to fly a plane
6. Keep my list growing!

Sunday, May 03, 2009

It All Hurts

Every part of my arms and back ache. My knuckles are stiff as are my knees. I feel as if I did weight lifting all day every day for a week straight. Wait a minute, I did work out, 30 pounds at a time. So I should be totally buff, right? Let me look...
Nope still pudgy around the middle and the thighs still jiggle a bit too much. But me arms are looking good.
Yes I am whining. I worked hard this weekend and well as last weekend, so I think I deserve that right.
We are not done just yet, we still have two more pallets of stone to go through. And I will be very happy when that is done.
MD is hobbling around like an old man and groaning about how much he hurts. He makes jokes with neighbors that I am a work horse and I am working him into the ground. I have to keep reminding him this was HIS idea. He keeps asking if I hurt, I just smile and rub his head. It makes him happy when I rub his head. It helps him fall asleep, helps him relax when he is stressed. And today when he was struggling to keep going when he (we) were so tired of working we sat on the tractor just looking at what we were doing ..... and I rubbed his head. I swear if he had a tail it would have been wagging. He just sat there smiling while I rubbed his head. Then he turned to me smiled bigger and gave me a kiss and went back to work.
He made working long and hard .. well not fun but tolerable. I guess I started this blog off whining and ended up mumbling of my hard working husband.
I must be tired I do not run on like this. Wonder if I will even post this. I know I am way to tired to post pictures. I think I need to go to bed I am getting delirious.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

A Full Days Work

Today was a very busy day. Mikayla had 2 parties to attend, MD and I had tons of work to do outside, and the house needed cleaning.

I got Mikayla to mow the back yard, MD mowed the front, I started in the kitchen and did laundry. Then MD and I moved to start the landscaping again.

Where was Devin you ask?

Where Devin always is on Saturday mornings...... He did not get up until 12:30. Went straight to the computer and was not heard from all day. Oh but tomorrow is another day sir Devin.

It does not look like we did a lot but these two 1/2 rounds took approximately 72 building stones, and approximately 25 caps. Not to mention all the minus and drain stone we had to move. Luckily for us the rain never showed and the breeze was cool. Great weather after all.

If tomorrow is not raining we will be there again building more walls, trying to use up the stones we still have left. Which is 3 more pallets (which is 72 stones each) and we are running out of project to use them on. The stone company definitely miscalculated somewhere on our measurements of just the walls around the porch.

So Far So Good

It is sunny, cool, with a slight breeze. MD is off to the store for spray paint (why who knows its a guy thing). Then off to do landscaping!
We are going to try to get as much done as possible before the rains come. That means housework has to wait. Oh darn!
Devin gets the wonderful chore of mowing the front and Mikayla gets the back. At least that way we will get the yard done also.
Tonight I am going to get that dog gone quilt put together if it kills me. It has only been two years in the making.
Lots to do, little time to do it.
Hope you all have a wonderful and enjoyable day doing whatever it is you enjoy.

Friday, May 01, 2009

Enough is Enough

Earlier I posted about the work we are doing to the front landscaping. We still have 4 YES 4 pallets of stone left. It has rained almost everyday since so we have not been able to complete the work. MD was going to take off today BUT it was raining again today. UGH!

And just take a look at our forecast for this weekend

T-Showers on Saturday, Few Showers on Sunday, AM Showers on Monday.

The rivers are high, creeks are full. We are looking at a very very wet spring.Do we not get a break?

This is the last weekend for MONTHS if not the rest of the year that MD will be home on a weekend and able to help finish the landscaping. His construction jobs start up next weekend and he has several of them currently scheduled through the beginning of November. He left only a couple of weekends open for us to get things completed around here. Mother Nature is not playing vary fair.

He said that we are going to work until it starts raining, and if it is not raining hard we will work in the rain. Hopefully we will be able to get it done tomorrow and then that will leave me to just do the plants. That I can handle by myself. Ah I guess we will see when I get up in the AM.

Wish us luck!