Sunday in Old Town

Thanks to a snowstorm that came thru TX last night, I made a break for Old Town so that I could be here tomorrow with the baby. This may have been a mistake as I thought Little Man's car would be out of the shop by today and something happened and the fly wheel has to go to the machine shop or some such stuff that I don't understand. It will be tomorrow before it is done and that leaves us scrambling to find him a ride to work tomorrow. Uh oh! If its not one thing- its another.

I really never expected such a response from something as small as a one line comment about my grand baby being circumcised. Its such a common thing and really the passionate responses are totally unexpected. I dated a guy who wasn't circumcised for several years. Great guy. He hated it. He hated being different. He hated the pain of cleaning it. He resented the fact that it hadn't been done. I would imagine that there are men at the other end of the spectrum too. Men who resent having it done. In this family, everyone has had it done. And being as it is our pediatrician who set this up... A pediatrician I might add who saved B and Little Man's lives over the years- I trust him. LM has had meningitis and an emergency appendectomy. B as many of you may recall, was born prematurely and has suffered from lung problems and asthma his whole life. This pediatrician was the kids pedi until we moved. He is not an old man. He's younger than I am. He is associated with one of the top children's hospitals in the country and the surgery will be done by a pediatric surgeon at that children's hospital. So, thank all of you who commented with information and your opinion on this situation. Elmer (or Little Bit) will be having this done tomorrow morning and I fully intend to be there to support his folks during this. And to cuddle my punkin baby when he gets out.

Well, my old little neighbor girl is already texting me this morning wanting to see me. She's 12. So, I'm off here to go visiting. Keep smiling all!

having fun

Last night was a first for me. I got to have a conference chat with several of my blog friends. We're planning a few get togethers which will be so much fun! The boys are intrigued with the possibility of going some places that we haven't seen before. I think I gave these two my wanderlust.

I had a good talk with Hurricane yesterday. Probably one of the best. He really is protective over me and the boys. He sounded really happy that the boys stopped by there and saw him yesterday. He shouldn't have expected any different. No matter how much they might argue and bicker amongst themselves, the boys know that they've always been there for each other. I can't tell you how many times I've heard the saying "bros before hoes". The current argument between Hurricane and Ice Cube lays heavy on my mind. So many times, the boys act before thinking thru the consequences of their actions. Nothing and no one should have the right to come between the brothers. And yes, I say the brothers. Their fight was over something stupid. Words spouted out in the heat of anger. Things said that while can't be taken back- need to be worked thru. Nothing that was said is unforgivable. There was no physical violence, no one stole, no drugs involved ~ just angry words. I have had a chance to talk to several folks about this situation with Tara since her last email full of lies and imaginary stories. Some of those people I've talked with are people who have never met her. People who I don't feel the need to protect from the pain of her behavior. Some of those people are people who know her. People who would be hurt if they knew how far she has fallen. People who love her and it would make them sick if they knew the kind of alcohol and drug filled life of abuse she leads. Everyone I've talked to agrees about one thing though.... I did what was right and best to let her go and take that drama and pain out of my life.

For years, my mom stood up for Tara. She always believed that poor Tara didn't know any better. She did these things because this is what she saw from SD. And there may be some truth in that. Tara is with a man that makes SD look like an angel. A man that has been arrested far more times than SD has been. SD is certainly a low life and a drug dealer. Tom and SD both have multiple arrests for being unable to keep their hands off someone else's property. Tom has many many arrests for violent attacks against other humans. All of those crimes coming against people who are either minors, women or the elderly. None of which says anything positive to me about his character. Even my mom though no longer defends her behavior. I honestly never thought I would see the day when even my mom tells me that I have to do what's best for me and the boys. Tara was always my mom's baby. The first grandchild and for years, the only grand daughter. She has worried herself sick over the years about Tara. But in recent years, she's seen for herself. She knows when Tara is lying to her. She knows that Tom is violent. It grieves her to watch Tara go thru what I went thru with SD. Mom's heard all the excuses and cover-ups. And I hurt for my mom. My mom who gave every bit of love that she has had to give to these kids. My mom who has been ill more often than not in the past years. The battle with breast cancer that she still fights. The issues with her arteries. The surgeries last year and the one upcoming. The trips to the ER in the middle of the night from a racing heart that doesn't want to work right anymore. My mom that probably doesn't have many more years left. And then I remember Tara and her attitude when my dad was dying. Mad because she wanted to be with her boyfriend of the time J. (the very same bf that she still pines for and wishes she had and he was a million times better than Tom, I'll give that) Her attitude of "why do I have to waste my time here waiting for an old man to die" Oh yes she did use those words. They're burned in my memory. Waste her time. My dad died later that morning. I've always resented her saying that as dad was lying in the next room. Did he hear her? Did he go ahead and give up knowing that this was how she felt about him? That she cared about him no more than to call him an old man? The one man that had always been there for her. That loved her without reservation.

I scared the boys that day. I turned on Tara viciously that day. They were always proud of me. They still talk about the way I reacted with pride. But they also always talk about it with respect. Ice Cube was actually talking to Ruth about it when we were in town last. Ruth loves my mom and the feeling is mutual. My mom dotes on Little Bit. She plays the video's of him giggling over and over again. My dad would have loved Ruth too. 6 years now. 6 years he's been gone. Mom made sure that all the kids had something of his to keep. Watches and pocket knives for the boys. Tara got a collection of angels that dad had. She left them when she went with Tom. They didn't mean enough to her for her to take them with. I have them now. Mementos of my dad and something he loved to collect. Tara ~ kept nothing from "the old man" that she had to "waste her time" to wait for him to die.

Now, because its Saturday and because Ms Minnie asked so nicely last night. And because I so very much enjoyed my phone conversation with her and my boys are really looking forward to a trip down state and a chance to see if there are sharks in the ocean... (ok, so I lied about the sharks part ~ they are more interested in "cute chicks") I posted some new pix over at my OTHER SITE. Reminder, all pictures will from here forward be protected of the boys and Little Bit.

Oh and the giggle of today.... For Tara claiming that she doesn't want anything to do with our family.... She sure has been spending a ton of time on this site. 4 times yesterday and staying on the site for long periods of time when she's here. She also hits at least 4 other people's sites that I know of and stalks them like she does mine.... looking for my comments maybe? She spends more time on here than I do. I am glad that there is more to my life than sitting on a computer trying to find out about someone's life that I claim to not want anything to do with. I hope this makes you all laugh as much as it has me! Cheers!

home again

Home again! Thank goodness. Not that I didn't enjoy my holidays. Not that I didn't enjoy seeing family and friends. Not that I didn't have a good time with my kids. I did. I very much enjoyed all of it. We even ended up staying an extra night and spending a night with Vix and Cal thanks to mother nature and the bloody THREE inches of snow that she dumped on Texas last night. TEXAS people. Snow in Texas should be bloody illegal! DFW airport cancelled 150 flights last night. According to the news, that was the first measurable snowfall on Christmas Eve in history. They had had "traces" of snow before but never measurable amounts. Just my luck right? Actually, it worked out well. Hurricane was pretty upset at the thought of me leaving last night. Vix and Cal were most gracious about us staying. I think Cal was very much looking forward to it all. At the least, he stated that he had expected us to go. Vix and I snuck out to get drinks and played like teenagers in the snow. We're from up north - you know - yankee land - where they get snow regularly. We both learned to drive in the stuff and we had some fun. Shhhhh! Don't tell my kids! I would so be in trouble if the boys knew that I was out slip sliding around a parking lot. Besides, I'd have to kill one of them if they tried it in my car. So, I stayed. We watched a movie. We ate ourselves silly. And Hurricane's attitude stopped quick once I made plans to spend the night there. And honestly, I don't think we would have gotten home in less than 8 hours if we had left last night. And the boys had a blast. They went out at midnight and had a wrestling match in the snow.

Today was sort of anticlimactic. I woke up around 8 and started watching the weather and the DOT website for road conditions. The boys got up and had breakfast together. I spent some more time with Hurricane before I left. Maybe that will make him feel better about things and stop some of his paranoia regarding his status within the family. I got on the road around 10. The first 60 miles were a little hairy. Bridges were still icy. Under bridges, over bridges, anything to do with bridges. The further I got out of old town, the better the roads got though. And the more traffic cleared out which made me way less nervous. Its not my driving that makes me nervous. I grew up in snowville. Lake effect snow that could drop 17 inches over-night. I don't like it. I've never liked it. Its cold. Its wet. And the two together- suck. But anyone who learned to drive in Texas - is dangerous. They might actually see a snow flake once a year. They don't have the opportunity to practice driving in it. My dad took me to a parking lot and had me do donuts in the parking lot till I wasn't afraid of it. So, since they don't get those opportunities down this way, they either get scared and drive 5 miles an hour in a 60 or they fly down the highway zipping in and out of lanes ignoring the icy conditions. We saw 6 accidents before we go thru big town and no less than 25 cars in ditches. I had to get on my boys a bit to keep it quiet while I was driving in some of the icier places but they catch on quickly.

So, we drove home, unpacked, and ate spaghetti for dinner. Not much of a Christmasy type day. But we had a very good day. And as much as I enjoyed our visits. I am so glad to be home. I'm sitting here watching the boys have a airsoft gun war in the house. They're glad to be home. I'm glad to be home. And we're all just relaxing.

So, I hope that y'all have as Merry of a Christmas as I have!

Merry Christmas all!

If I had known....

That Hurricane's truck wouldn't go out of 2nd gear that would have been nice. If Ice Cube and Ruth had told me that they were having car issues, that would have been nice too. Ruth's dad has had 4 different mechanics over here this week trying to find someone who can figure out what's wrong with their car (which will only do between 20-30 mph with the rpm's running all the way up). If I knew then what I know now - and I just found out yesterday and Ice Cube and Ruths car but apparently Hurricane has known about his truck for a weeks now - I would have waited to make the trip down and brought all the presents with me when I came. But I didn't. So yesterday, I spent the day rearranging everyones plans and hunting down gas money for another trip. I thought I'd start with the 2 older boys since my car is way cheaper on gas than theirs and as Hurricane was talking about renting a car, $20 to mom for gas would save him close to $100. Ice Cube was like "sure mom - that's great". For them, they were just going to borrow a car from Ruth's dad but it saves them not only gas but time as they are going 3 hours in the opposite direction towards Austin to see her mom. Me coming here saves them 6 hours driving time. Hurricane - well he was too busy trying to run my life in another matter to even talk about the holiday. (And I am so sorry about the run on paragraph here folks. The crackberry posts the blog if I hit the enter instead of giving me a new paragraph). See, Amys home for teens has been accessed again and Hurricane jumped to conclusions. Young man lost his dad. Mom got remarried. Step-dad doesn't want the kid around. He's been bouncing from house to house for months now. He gets survivors benefits from his dad. Hurricane heard social security and jumped to all kinds of conclusions. He started talking about what if he shot us all in our sleep or why did his mom kick him out? Questions that I had answers too but he didn't ask ME. Instead he started texting Vix trying to get me in trouble. Yes, because I am 3 or so he thinks. I guess he thought that because Vux and Cal owned the land that she would tell me what to do. Now, don't get me wrong folks. I appreciate his concern for my well being. I really do. But I don't appreciate being treated like a child. I know that as our parents get older, we tend to treat them like we are the parents - but I am not that old yet!

Well, I am off here to start loading up the car. I have the suit case to pack and our stuff to all straighten up. I want to be gone in less than 2 hours. So - yall take care and I'll do a good post with all the positive things that have happened once I can type on a real computer.

I'm here

I made it to Ruth and Ice Cubes house yesterday afternoon. One of the good things about home schooling is the ability to pack up your learning materials and take them with you wherever you choose to go. Hurricane and Donna were here when I arrived. Ruth met me outside with Little Bit telling me how much he missed his grandma. They claimed that he was a fussy baby, screaming and not taking his nap. All due to them telling him that Grandma was coming and him wanting his grandma. Nice set of fantasy made up to make grandma feel wanted and needed right? It worked. I can be bought and bribed with compliments and flattery. Besides, she put the baby straight into my arms where he stayed to play, eat, and then fall asleep - all without fussing once. So who am I to say that they were wrong? Maybe he did want his grandma - right?

I am trying to keep up with my blog reading and posting from my crackberry. This is much easier said than done. I am not allowed to leave comments from the stupid thing for some bloody reason, nor can I get in to most password protected posts. So to those of you I miss in the next few days- my sincerest apologies!

I went to see one of my old friends last night. She is getting married in March. Oh look! Another excuse for a trip back. She's getting married the day after my birthday so I can really use it as an excuse can't I?

I have been invited to an adults only coctail party Friday night by another good friend. And I have plans at least one night with my wrapping friend. So many folks want to know if I am staying thru Christmas. I'm not this year but I may think about doing that next year.

My feelings were a little hurt when Ruth told me that they were going to her moms on Christmas morn. Silly and illogical and I knew that I would soon get over it. Come to find out last night that they really don't have a choice. Ruth told me last night that if they don't go, her mom would be angry and it would cause major problems. She knows that I won't get mad and stop speaking to them over it all. Her dad is more like me and will celebrate Christmas with them whenever. But, I may at least think about coming here for Christmas or Christmas Eve next year in order to make things easier on all.

Well, the two Littles (Man and Bit) are playing but Bit is starting to fuss a bit. Grandma needs to go find the bottle thing it appears.

Take care all!

vacation time

25 years ago, I was pregnant with Tara. A lifetime ago isn't it. Longer than some of my bestest bloggy friends have been alive. I'm so old. Pregnancy with Tara was not easy. I had gestational diabetes and I was borderline toxemic. I found out I was pregnant when I got drug to the doctor after I threw up for so long that I started dehydrating. I thought I had the flu. Surprise! The 9 month flu. Anyhow, here I was going thru a high risk pregnancy and every time you go to the doctor, they wanted to know family medical history. I didn't have one. My birth mom was a 17 year old unwed mom who gave me up for adoption. It was the mid 60's. Things like that just weren't done. Her parents shipped her off to a home for unwed moms. One of those places where girls went to wait till their babies were born and then given up. They told everyone that she went to go help a sick aunt who had a bunch of kids. Since she wasn't showing at the holidays, she was allowed to come home for Christmas and no one ever knew. How do I know this you ask? I got tired of sounding like broken record every time I went to the doctor. Any history of this? I don't know. Parents or grandparents still alive? I don't know. I decided that medical history was one of those things that needed to be given to the adoptive parents. It should be a mandatory along with a way to update said medical information. What they gave out back then was non-identifying information. Father was this height and had this color eyes. Mother was this height and had this color hair. Nothing that helped explain gestational diabetes.

So, I found an adoptee search rights organization. And found my birth mother. I won't go into the boring details and time that the search took. I will tell you that we used the greatest discretion in contacting this woman. I did not make the initial call. A woman from the organization did. They didn't want me to bother her if she didn't want the contact. Its a good thing that we were discrete because her husband and son had no idea that I existed. And I didn't want to upset her life. I just wanted any or all medical information that was available.

She did decide to tell both her husband and son that I existed. Her mom was very upset that she decided to let me into her life. I met her somewhere around the 15 year mark of bio-mom and I meeting. Up until that point, BM was banned from mentioning my name around her mom. Her mom... my biological grandma. A woman who didn't want to know what I looked like or know my name or meet my kids. Great huh!

Over the course of time, she and I came to know each other a bit. We share quite a bit genetically but as far as beliefs go - we are worlds apart. We share nothing in how we look at the world. She had a son 9 years after she had me. She had 4 miscarriages between my birth and his. She thought God was punishing her for giving me away and that he was her miracle baby. Consequently, she tended to look at younger brother thru rose colored glasses. She wouldn't even consider that he would do anything less than perfect. This is not a good way to raise a child here folks. At some point, kids have to be held accountable for their actions. Little Brother- he ended up in prison on drug charges. He's in his 30's and still lives at home. He still works fast food and drives a car that his parents bought.

Even though we live in the same state and up until my move, we lived within 30 miles of each other, we are not close. We send Christmas cards. Up until 5 years ago, we would get together around Christmas. 5 years ago my we found out my mom had cancer. Bio-mom had some not so nice things to say about my mom and we had words. we have maintained some small measure of contact since then but its limited to Christmas cards and the occasional phone call. When I got my Christmas card this year, it had a recipe in it. A recipe that I had been asking for for many a year. One that she had told me that she had promised to never give out. Right then, I had the feeling that something was wrong. I asked her if she wanted to see Little Bit while I was back in old town this week. She has never seen the baby (who cut his first tooth today by the way!). She said due to some health issues, she didn't think that this weekend would be a good time. That she would love to see him but that they just weren't up to it health wise. I asked if the health issues were anything that she'd like to share and she let me know that she had a major heart attack this past year. She has had to have heart surgery and that she was currently having heart issues again and was looking at another surgery. Additionally, her husband had been diagnosed with colon cancer and had just come out of the hospital after having to have surgery on this. I should be upset over this. This is, biologically at least, my mom. But I am not at all upset. Shocked. Maybe a little hurt that she didn't tell me when this all started a year ago. But, not upset. No pain in my tummy. No sense of - no this can't be happening to me. I lost my dad 6 years ago to pancreatic cancer. My "real" dad. The man who rocked me when I was a baby. The man who drove 3 hours to pick up Tara for me when I was in college and had exams and she got chicken pox. Just like my "real" mom was the one who nursed me thru chicken pox, mumps and a bad case of teenage attitude (and I mean a bad case!). How horrid does this make me? Or am I just in shock?

In other notes, my original plans were to leave Ice Cube and Ruth's house on Friday morning. After phone conversations with both Ruth and Ice Cube today where they both asked me to please come sooner, I am trying to be ready to leave tomorrow. Trying. If I don't lose what little mind I have left first. I don't know how much or what kind of internet access I will have once I get there. Please y'all forgive me if I miss something on your blogs in the next several days. And please forgive me if my posting leaves something to be desired. I don't know if I will be able to post at all. I will try. But if y'all don't hear from me between now and Monday, please don't worry. I am going to take a nice vacation. I'm going to spend time with my grandson who changes daily. I'm going to visit with some of my old friends. I'm going to relax and miss y'all like crazy! I can keep up somewhat on my crack berry. But for those of you who do password protected posts, I'll probably have withdrawal symptoms because I won't be able to access these until I get home.

I'll miss y'all!

Updates and help please!

I would love some help please folks. My son asked me for a recipe box for Christmas. Now, I've already added his favorite recipes that I make. What I am looking for is anything that is cheap and easy. Ruth has not had a lot of cooking experience. I went with pretty basic stuff. If anyone has anything - a kid favorite, something cheap and easy, a favorite cookie recipe that y'all would like to share, something that your grandma always made that you wouldn't mind sharing- please feel free to pass it on over.

One of his favorites that I put in the box is a chili recipe I picked up someplace in one of the states I lived in.

2 cans of kidney beans, 2 cans of pork and beans, 1 can of tomato soup, chili seasoning pkg, 1# hamburger, onion.

Fry your hamburger and onion together; drain. Dump all the cans in with the hamburg and onion. Use a little water to get the good juicy stuff out of the cans plus if you don't this stuff is wicked thick. Add the seasoning pkg (I use mild because of previous headaches with ulcers but you can go as hot as your taste buds desire). Simmer it all together and enjoy. The boys like for me to make a pkg of hot dogs on chili nights but they're teenaged boys so take that into account.

I am still dealing with the stalking issues. Mostly from a teenaged 17 year old boy. All attitude and no brains like most of them. He's stalking me from his school's computers. His mommy likes to play stalker too. She was actually nervy enough to list herself as one of my followers and then sit there and try to lie that she didn't know that I had a blog. Long on lies and short on brains is this woman. A good blogging friend of mine sent me this:

With regard to the e-mails and harrassing comments, I'm happy to give you my attorney's number. There is a cyber-bullying law that IS in effect. The fines and penalties are VERY stiff.

Email me if you neeed help, or feel free to re-post so whom ever it is is aware that you have solid legal ground to stand on.

(Nobody messes with my friends.)

Since this friend of mine and I live in the same state - I could easily take her up on this offer. All actions, libelous comments, trips to my blog, emails sent and received, trips from school computers, lying mom listing herself as one of my followers, its all documented evidence. Easily printed out (and already done). IP addresses showing on the stat counter along with the operating system used, times visited from work and school computers, days logged in and all those other cool details have been printed out also. I could also send all this over to the step-mom and dad who are already going to court on all this. Since the IP address used in all communications has been logged and printed out, this would really show these folks as the liars they have proven to be in court. Now, I originally didn't choose to be part of this crazy. I was showing support for a fellow blogger and the issues and harassment that she was dealing with. My crime was *gasp* - posting a comment on her blog. Child alienation is something that so many of us deal with along with the pain that is caused to our kids from these immature and selfish children in an adult body. Whether that alienation come from the other parents selfish need to try and use the children as possessions and pull the kids away from their other parent. Or if that alienation comes from the new step-parent being so selfish as to want mom or dad all to themselves and wanting to push the kids away so that they can have their immature need fulfilled. Or we do have those parents out there that are just garbage and so selfish and self-centered that they don't care about the kids that they helped to bring into this world and they make the choice themselves to come and go on whim or to just go and not be there at all. No matter which way your kids have experienced this- its harmful. All 3 ways are caused by so called adults who are so selfish as to ignore the needs of the children involved. In the emails I got from the psycho bio-mom that contacted me, she originally tried to play me and hide her identity. She tried to play the "single mom" card. Well, this is a really huge pet peeve of mine. If you're pushing dad out of the picture and he wants to be in it- you are not a "single" mom. If you get child support - you're not single. Don't try getting pity from the woman who has single handedly raised not only my 5 kids but assorted strays along the way. All without the kids sperm donor taking one day of visitation in over 10 years. All without child support or the kids being recognized by one single action of SD. Not a card or a call. My blog friend who sent me the target gift cards has done more for my kids than SD has in over 10 years. Thank you again my friend! While bombarding me with emails and still believing that I didn't know who she was, she tried to gain my sympathy by telling me how her young child cries for her dad. The same dad that she won't let see the child. The same dad who has pending court action trying to get his child. No sympathy here. When I called her out and let her know that I knew exactly who she was - she sent me email after email telling me that someone "stole" her email account and she didn't know who it was who sent me the previous emails but it wasn't her. Blah, blah, blah. It was during those emails that she tried to tell me that she didn't know who I was or where my blog was. Of course, it sort of proves how big a liar she is that less than 5 minutes after receiving her email, she was on my blog. You remember, the blog that she claims not to know where or what it is? During this time, I am still being harassed by a teenager with poor spelling and grammar who thinks that he knows everything. Yeah, I know - what's new? Typical teen. So, I have been documenting. My printer has gotten a great work out. I might have to sue these idiots for the cost of paper and ink if nothing else. Or take my bloggy friend up on her offer of an attorney. I did block the lying mom from my followers list (but not before making that print out). I will repeat myself here folks. I don't intimidate. I will not change my opinion on those who alienate children from a parent no matter what method used. If you do this - you are childish and selfish and immature and sadly lacking a brain. Is that blunt enough for everyone? Good!

Now, it appears that I will be getting a mini vacation this coming week. God bless my old neighbor who probably gave me the best Christmas present I will get. It may be the only one I get... hmmmm. LOL Just kidding folks. Just kidding. I happen to know that Vix got me something off my "I really want this but its definitely something I can't justify spending money on" list. It is definitely something that I need right now in my current frame of mind. I am really missing some of my old friends. Well, off here now. If we are going to go out of town, I have boys who need to do double time on school work so that we can take the time off. Off to the grind.

(as I was writing this - psycho bio-mom was on my blog checking for new posts - she really is nuts I think....)

Grand Cayman

This post has been moved to:

http://texaskid55.wordpress.com/

Please contact me for the password

back home

Well, we got home yesterday.  We really accomplished a lot at the property.  There is more that we would have liked to do but the fact that they didn't have the water hooked up yet really did some nasty things to my plans.  I hope we were able to get the new trees and bushes watered enough for them to take root.  The fact that the ground was already saturated from the rain the week before should help us out a lot.  

Little Man broke his boots while we were gone.  He's not very happy about it.  Him and his stylish self wearing boots with shorts.  And one of his heels broke.  He just bought those boots.   I need to call them and find out if they have any type of warrantee on the boots.  Those boots are less than a month old.  

So, I've been going nuts since I got back.  Every piece of clothing the boys took with us was muddy.  Nasty, horrid, awful muddy.  And smelly.  How fun!

So much packing left to do.  It seems like as fast as I knock one thing off my to-do list, 4 more take its place.  Why is it that I always feel like I need a vacation to recover from my vacation?

Now, back to the grind.  I'm not sure how the kitchen floor got dirty while everyone was gone but it needs mopped now and I'm still finishing up laundry.  And how do toilets get dirty when no one is home to use them?  Seriously, I cleaned the kitchen and both bathrooms before we left.  Did the dirt fairy come thru and destroy my house while I was gone?  Plus my DVR is over-loaded from shows I while I was gone.  I need to make some room before it doesn't record this weeks shows.  

Have a great weekend all!

adventures in vacation

This post has been moved to:

http://texaskid55.wordpress.com/

Please contact me for the password

madly packing

The countdown has begun.  We are madly packing and getting ready to leave tomorrow morning at 8 am.  Little Man and B have a dentist appointment at 9 am and as soon as the dentist gets done torturing them- we're off to the races.  

I have to leave here in a few hours to head to Vix and Cal's house to pick up the no trespassing signs, small nails to hang them, another shovel to dig with, B's birthday stuff (as he will be 14 on Tuesday), and assorted other things I need to complete some projects we're going to try to accomplish while we're there.  We have some wasp nests to spray, a well house to paint, blueberry bushes to plant, trees to buy and plant, and no trespassing signs to hang.  I also have to do a property inspection to see if they've done the clean up that they were supposed to do to the property.  Then I'll get to take a ton of pictures to send back to Vix and Cal so that they can see what's being done.  

Speak of B's birthday....  I am NOT old enough to have a 14 year old.  My baby cannot be 14.  It's not possible.  He was just born yesterday.  Ok, so maybe not.  But still.  I'm not feeling the love here.  I just don't see that it's possible.  And he is less than happy that we are gone over his birthday again.  A couple of years ago, we took a cruise over his birthday and were in Cozumel Mexico the day of his birthday.   The next year, we went to Disney over his birthday.  You'd think he'd be happy about it all - but nope- not my kid.  He'd rather stay home and play video games all day.  

I should be able to get to my blog while I'm gone.  I'm taking the laptop with me.  Y'all have a great week!

Random updates

~ Cal has come to his senses and is no longer blaming me for the meds disappearing.  I don't know if Vix beat him into the head with some sense or he just got enough sleep for his brain to start working again.

~Apparently, the hard feelings that started around Ice Cube's birthday between Ice Cube and Hurricane are still going strong.   As a parent this really saddens me.  Detailed in Happy Birthday Ice Cube parts 1, 2, and 3.  

~Today is B's physical therapy again.  He's had a lot of problems with his shoulder this week!  He's been unable to do some of the therapy due to returned pain.

~ Monday we leave to go spend several days at our new property.  Today I have to stop and pick up some things that we need to take with us.  I already have paint in the car ready to go.  The blueberry bushes have been delivered to the ex-sister-in-laws.  The 2 younger boys have a dental appointment Monday morning and we'll be leaving out straight from there.

~ It's been raining here for 3 days.  We have received most of our YEARLY rainfall expectations this week.  Hope it's not raining next week as that would make it hard to get our planting done.  

~ Congrats to Michael and Danny who made it thru the first eliminations on American Idol.  I agree with Paula when she said she could see Danny in the finals.  I'm hoping Michael stays around long enough to get a recording contract.   As Kou said.....  American Idol addicts unite!

Well, time to start this journey.  I'm getting very excited about the trip to the new property.  I can't wait to see if they've done the clean up that they were supposed to do.  I'll try to post from there - I am taking the lap top with and the hotel has internet.