I am lost in the blogosphere, redoing the site and unveiling the name TODAY ! Its lonely out here, and I am terrible with directions. Hope to see you all soon.
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bending……
Just in case anyone is following along with my situation with Adam( my 11 year old politician/judge/adonis/breaker of my heart), yesterday I pulled strings, talked urgently and pretty much begged his principle to move him to another class for the remainder of the year. She agreed, but with one condition. She wanted to meet with Adam and hash it out. Well, when he heard that his attitude changed. He said “no mom, its only 28 more days. I can do it. I will change my attitude and be happier.”
So, at first, I felt a little foolish that I had gone to bat for this boy, embarassed that I had harassed the principle….but I got over it. Cause in the end, my allegiance is to Adam. I am his mom, his handler, his biggest fan, his warden, his cheerleader and hopefully, his teacher.
When we let t
he HolySpirit take us over, we become like a tree that bends, but will not be break. I know Adam has felt like he was being pushed to his breaking point, but the fact is, he was trying to do it on his own. We simply can’t. If I can get that lesson into that brilliant mind of his, well……the possibilities are limitless.
a piece of pie…make mine blackberry !
Ok so my husband ,aka; the butcher (more on that later) upgraded my phone to a blackberry(there are numerous reasons why), anyways, I started having these weird feelings of guilt and unworthiness ( i know, its weird ). I started hearing voices (yes, I need help) saying “why do YOU need a blackberry, who do you think YOU are, are you running an empire, or what ?!) So, I sat down and I started to think about the things I do.
take care of the 4 people that live in my house ( my children) which includes but is not limited to my motherly duties
- love
- nourish
- correct
- clean
- drive
- coach
- style
- correct(oh, did I say that already ? I do it a lot)
- kiss
- listen
- fold
- organize
- proofread
- referee
work duties
- enter invoices
- reconcile credit cards and petty cash
- answer phones, fax, file
- smile
- be friendly
- pretend that I am not thinking about my kids all day long
my wifely duties
- I don’t think we need reminding what those are, do we ?
oh yeah….we have 2 dogs , too. And all 4 kids play a sport. I am tired just thinking about it, and I did not even mention helping at church (thats just how humble I am ).
SO. Don’t look at me like that when you see me out somewhere with my blackberry. Heck yeah, I am running an empire! I might even need TWO blackberries.
LOL……..
Sometimes the simplest things crack me up. Picture this, if you will….I am sitting in my office , at my desk doing mundane things like; muttering to myself, thinking about my blog, putting lotion on my hands, when my phone vibrates. Exciting. Its my friend ,whom I will call “freckles”. Here is what I read- ” I just tripped and when I did, I peed my pants .”
Don’t ask me why ,but the visual of this in my sick mind had me laughing for 5 minutes. hahaha…see, I am STILL laughing. so sorry “freckles”. I am laughing With you. If you are laughing, that is.
I think the plastic surgeon went overboard…
Just for fun. Enjoy !
How far ?
How far do you let a teacher go ? My son’s 5th grade teacher has joked about our last name, has called him the wrong name at EVERY awards ceremony, made some embarrassing comments about him, won’t give extra credit…and is in general tough. I could see that from the start. That all being said, my son has his own set of issues, he is disorganized, forgetful, sloppy, disinterested in anything this teacher has to say…and still has managed to have straight As on his report cards. He feels like she hates him, makes fun of him and is unfair. He has been disrespectfulto her at times(he was punished by me),but part of me agrees with 
him. So here is the question…How far do you let a disruptive relationship between your child and their teacher go on before you step in ? Fifth grade has been torture for all involved. I want him to love school, he is brilliant. I am torn to pieces about this right now. Can you tell ? Help, give me some advice !
Do you see the toll this is taking on my face ? I am normally much cuter.
A promise is a promise…
I said I would post a picture of Adam as snoopy. And here it is. He was so good. The facial expressions, the dancing….the star of the production. What can I say ? He makes me proud, even in makeup.
Here is my house. Looks peaceful, right ? All manner of craziness happens here. There are 6 people, and 2 dogs. Currently, 4 out of 6 of us have had lice. Great, more pets. Not good. We thought we had won the battle of headlice hell, now Adam has it. We will TRIUMPH over this evil plague.Poor Adam, he is 11 and beautiful and very vain. He loves his hair,this is killing him. I will post a picture of the torture later.Much to his dismay.
stay tuned
I am working on my site, it will be getting a face lift and maybe I will even put a picture of me on here. I am also going to add a page for those of you that ask for my fashion advice, it will be sort of like a lookbook, where you can get ideas and a fresh perspective on your old closet. The anticipation is killing me.
best husband ever…part deux
Well ,Isabelle’s birthday was a success. I am an extreme kind of person, I like the wow factor, and I REALLY like it on birthdays (which I consider labor days, since I had to labor to bring the people into the world). Anyways, I had a great idea to redo Belle’s room for her birthday. In one day, mind you, extreme makeover style !! Yipee for me !
We sent Belle away for the night and proceeded to…
- paint an old dresser and replace all the pulls (3 coats of paint)
- prime and paint her room (a lovely shade of strawberry crush)
- paint the frame on her bulletin board
- hang all new accessories
- reorganize the closet
- organize the new dresser
We went to bed at 1 am and got back up at 7:15, went right back to work. We were scurrying because the birthday girl was being delivered at 10:15. In the midst of the chaos….Isaiah threw up. He is not sick, he was just running around, jumping up and down, and…..thats that. That is not the point. The point is , my husband is the best. As if the cupcakes were not reason enough for the award of “best husband ever”, he cleaned up the throw up. Yes, he did. And thats not all, I realized that somewhere along the way , Thomas took over that duty, and if anyone throws up (person or animal), he cleans it up. He will not ask me to do it, nor will he LET me do it.
This is the man that I want on my team, on my side, in my corner, beside me on the couch, and sleeping in the bed beside me for the rest of my life. He is the one, and he is the best husband EVER.
P.S. ITS HARD WORK BEING THAT GOOD.
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