Sep 27, 2010

The Moment of Truth.

Tomorrow is our big court date.
If you don't have a clue what I'm talking about, you might wanna read this post and get up to speed.

Tomorrow the results of our paternity test will be announced and the judge will make a decision about what happens next.
C and I have no doubt what the results are. 
But we are still nervous.

C is nervous because he hopes that Fred will actually show up and not just send his lawyer in his place.
He wants to look this man in the eye.
He wants to stand tall and proud as if to show him .. "Look at what you missed out on."
He wants to hear his voice.
He wants to search this stranger-of-a-man and see if there is anything familiar there.
He wants to add a face, a voice, a look, a personality, anything, to this faceless entity he knows is his "father".
He wants to know if the eyes, that look just like his, will look back at him filled with anger, or remorse, or indifference.
He wants and he deserves all of these things.

I am also nervous.
I am nervous about what my response will be if Fred approaches me.
Will I stand strong and say what has been in my head for 19 years if he comes to me in anger?
Will I say everything I want to make sure I say if he comes to me and is humble?
Will I hold steady and not look away when our eyes meet?
Will I hold my tongue and act like an adult?
Will I be able to fight back the tears when, finally the truth is public?
I don't know the answers to any of these things.

I do know that this emotional roller coaster is fixing to come to an end for me.
And I do know that it's just getting started for my son.

When I think of this fact, my nerves are calmed.
The Mama Bear in me comes out.
And Mama Bear does Not cower or back down when it comes to protecting her cubs.

Nobody better poke Mama Bear or her cub..... it could get ugly if they do.

More soon......


 
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Sep 25, 2010

20 Simple Things......

That make me happy.
  1. Camp-fires.
  2. Unique coffee cups.
  3. Rainbows.
  4. Smooth-writing ink pens.
  5. A single perfect tree in the middle of a green pasture.
  6. Funky socks.
  7. Pink Electronics.
  8. T-Shirt sheets.
  9. Stainless steel jewelry.
  10. Pink hunting /fishing gear. (girly Manly-Man stuff)
  11. The Man-of-My-Dreams freshly shaven head.
  12. Onion rings.
  13. Turtles.
  14. The smell of Band-aids.
  15. Hoot Owls.
  16. Bodies of water
  17. The smell of rain.
  18. Daisies.
  19. Holding hands.
  20. S'mores
What simple things make you happy?
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Sep 24, 2010

Movie Night

Tonight is movie night at our house.
We are watching "the Blindside" (An amazing movie by the way, I wanna be Sandra Bullocks character when I grow up!  No.... not a skinny pretty blond. A strong smart wiitty and head-strong woman. love Love LOVE her!)

Movie night at our house often looks more like the aftermath of some great disaster, there are bodies sprawled all over the place...
Kids are draped across chairs, couches and the floor.
Various half-empty bowls of pop-corn are strewed around haphazardly.
The movie never ever ends with everyone still awake.

Looks more like we have a gas leak than a movie playing!
Then there is this.....


Brutus is convinced that if it is on the floor....
It...
Is...
HIS!
Including my children.


It's a good thing he is so cute!
Or I might be jealous!

What does your family do together on nights like these?
Do you play board games?
Do you sing Opera songs?
Do you have a communal toe-nail clipping session?
Whats YOUR pleasure?
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The girl with the guns

Thats who I'm known as in our little town.
I'm the girl with the guns.

Maybe it's because they have seen me shooting skeet with the boys.
Maybe it's because I hunt.
Maybe it's because I defend my livestock and my fruit & nut trees.
Maybe it's because I tweet about my love for my pink-handled .38 special  The Man-of-My-Dreams got me for Easter that I may or may not have in my purse at any given moment.
Maybe it's because gunshots can be heard ringing out from our farm on a daily basis, and they all know the Man-of-My-Dreams is working out of the country and I'm the only one home during the day.

No matter the reason, I have graduated from the "Fire Lady" to "The Girl With The Guns".

I find it kinda funny, I mean they see me with my fishing poles way more often than they see me with a firearm... Why am I not the "Fishing Lady"?

They see me riding the lawnmower weekly without fail, and I've never been referred to as "That Lady Who Mows".

They see me pulling my jet ski to the lake every week-end and I'm not that "Crazy Jet Ski Woman".

I am the Girl With the Guns.

Now.. keep in mind, I live in Texas.  I live in a rural area of Texas.  Guns are NOT something out of the ordinary around these parts.  They practically close school the first day of Hunting season because so many kids miss school to go hunting with their fathers!

But, I am still the Girl with the Guns.
Guess what y'all?   This Girl with the Guns can out-shoot most men.
This Girl with the Guns can and does protect her farm, livestock, and family when the need arises.
This Girl with the Guns is never afraid of things that go bump in the night.
This Girl with the Guns is proud she can hold her own with the boys.
This Girl with the Guns is kinda confused as to why it's seen as something out of the ordinary for a woman to, not only be able to shoot a firearm, but to actually enjoy it.

I know guns are not for everybody.
I know not everyone lives in an area where livestock protection is an important part of their life.
But is seeing a girl who knows how to handle guns really that rare?
Or... is it that the girls who do hunt/shoot etc...  keep it a secret?

If so...... why?

This is what I am pondering today...
Until I figure it out I'll be the Girl with the Guns, and proud of it!
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Sep 21, 2010

I used to be nice...

I used to be nice.
I used to say I loved all children.
Every baby was a beautiful baby.

I tolerated incompetence from others...
I mean, they didn't know better, It wasn't their fault that they didn't know what they were doing or what they were talking about etc...
I made excuses for people not doing their jobs or not doing them correctly.
I turned the other cheek.
I bit my tongue.

As I get older, I'm finding out that I'm not as nice of a person as once thought I was.
I can't help but notice the increasing number of ugly babies I see out there.
Children, who once were "cute" are becoming annoying little turds.

I am much less tolerant of incompetent people.
When someone doesn't do their job, I get down-right angry.
And I now, have no problem making it known.

I find myself dismissing people easier and easier.
It's almost like I don't have time for stupidity or rudeness or incompetence anymore.

I'm not sure if it's a self preservation thing, or Maybe I'm just turing into a crabby old woman... or, God Forbid....  I'm getting bitchy!

I'm not even sure if it's an age thing, or have I always been this way and now it's just coming out?
Hmmmmm
things to ponder...

Is it just me?
Or have you found that as the years ad up, your patience & willingness to excuse shortens?

Thoughts?
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Sep 20, 2010

Monday Evening Haiku


Head Throbbing, Nose Stuffed.
NyQuil Shooters Down My Throat
Still Sick, Plus Sleepy
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Sep 19, 2010

Growing Pains

Mine....
Not hers.....


Big Girl Bike! from Dana Clover on Vimeo.

My Baby is growing up!!
I may need cheesecake....
I may need a stiff drink....
I may need therapy...
*sob*
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Sep 11, 2010

Make a life!

This is where I'm blogging from tonight...
Not too shabby huh?
The Man-of-My-Dreams, the kids, and I (after hearing..."we never go anywhere... we never do anything: from them countless times) decided to bite the bullet and get a vacation spot for the summer this year.
We found a wonderful place to set up the travel trailer, it's about an hour from the farm, so it's close enough that we actually use it every week-end, but far enough away that we feel like we've been away. (if that makes any sense)

We have had such a great summer!
During the day, I get some alone time on my Jet ski...

 

When the Man-of-My-Dreams  doesn't steal it!

 

Or on the boat, or in the pool, with the family.
We've enjoyed scads of char-grilled meat.
Laughed till our cheeks ached.
Had "deep" discussions. 
Compared sunburns.
Raced down the hill.
Spent hours fishing and catching NOTHING!
We tried to kill our children in a tube being pulled way too fast behind the boat.



We have made so many great memories!

I'm so glad we took the time, and spent the money for this time away...
Because, this is the last summer that we will be the family that we are right now...
After this school year..... *sniff* ... everything will change....

Worker #1 plans on moving to Houston when he graduates in June.
And worker #2 ships out to ARMY boot camp  less than a week after graduation!
That's less than 290 days from now!!
I am so proud of him....  But the mother in me is scared to death.  Ugh!
I don't know how I'm gonna handle almost half  of my kids flying the coop at once!...
I may need therapy...
I may need a beverage....
I may need cheesecake...
I may need your shoulders to sob on...

But, until then, I'll soak in every single precious moment, and enjoy my new "office"...

Please remember....
Don't be so busy making a living that you forget to make a life!
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Sep 10, 2010

Fear.. GONE!!

This week has been a biggie for this little girl.
She had her first real big girl dentist apointment.

She had been to the dentist for cleanings and sealants etc...
But this visit was for a cavity and tooth extraction.
Oh Boy!
The big problem is...
The dentist who did her cleanings managed to pretty much scare the tar out of my girl.
When I realized she was having tooth trouble, I set out to find a child friendly dentist.
I finally found a fantastic pediatric dental group who promised me that she would be happy and so would I.


This dental group believes in never letting a child get scared in the first place.
This sounded good to me, because I am not someone who loves the dentist! (thats putting is very VERY lightly)
The day of the procedure, we got up and went to the dentist office early.
We walked into the bright and cheerful playroom.
They weighed her then let her pick her favorite flavor of sno-cone syrup.
She chose watermelon, the syrup is what they mix the medication with so it tastes good. Brilliant!!
They gave her a cocktail of medications to help her be calm and sleepy and sent us into the playroom for 45min.

She watched Disney movies and played with the toys for about 20 min....
Then the meds kicked in...
I watched my sweet baby girl become increasingly drunk.
The bead table that she played with for the first 20 min became too difficult for her to navigate.
Her eyelids became heavy.
Her speech was slurred.
She walked like a drunk.
I, being the wonderful mother that I am, found this to be hilarious!
I seriously had tears rolling down my cheeks watching these poor little drunk children bump into each other and giggle uncontrollably.
The nurse came and escorted my stumbling-drunk baby to the back.
Less than 20 minutes later she emerged smiling from ear to ear, clutching fistfulls of Hanna Montana and Sponge Bob stickers, with a hunk of gauze sticking out of her mouth.

"Mommy?... Can we stay at the dentist?" was the first thing she asked when she saw me.
These people know what they are doing!

My 6yr old daughter now loves the dentist!
And...  I guess I would too if they gave me the "good stuff" every time I went!

As you can see by her pictures....
She didn't quite get the hang of closing her mouth when she had a totally numb lip...  she kinda chewed it up and gave herself a fat lip.  Aside from that, she came through it like a champ.
And getting her first visit from the Tooth Fairy was an added bonus in her book!

Now...  where can Mommy find a dentist like hers to work on her teeth?
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