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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Now I KNOW why Moms keep secrets.....

Now I KNOW why Moms keep secrets....

Especially the one about what happens when their former good child turns into an adult...aka, 18.....

There seems some confusion going on in my house as to what said 18 year Man-child can and cannot do......

So I've thought about this for a couple of days.....and here are the rules and regs that i've come up with...

EVEN THOUGH YOUR 18 YOUR ARE:

Still expected to go by the same rules as the rest of the family......

For example, you cannot stay out until whenever you ever want....

And, you are still expected to do the same chores as usual............

Also, cursing at your mom is likely to make her get her PAULA DEEN pan out and bop you on the head with it.....

And, raising your voice at yo mama, will likely get you b*tched slapped...

Also, you are still loved, and I will do your laundry because you work hard at your day job, then go to football practice, then shower, then onto your online school for your extra credit......

And I've been paying your insurance for a while now, and yes I DO expect your day job money to go towards getting your truck all ready.....in another words pay for your own oil, etc.....

And yes, I want you to stay home and finish school, you only have one year left, and you are a senior one the
Varsity football team, then go on to College....

However, now that you are an ADULT, you should treat me the same as you always have......

If not......I have no problem going BACK WOODS ALABAMA ON YOUR BUTT.....

And putting you in your place........

For now, i'm gonna give you a few weeks to get used to your new found role, before I do the whole BWAOYB thing.......

Never forget, That I Love you very much.......
But I am not required to like you sometimes.....
Same goes for you....

May the swelling in your head go down from turning 18,
or else the swelling in your head will be from my Mad  PAULA DEEN PAN Throwing skillz.....

And to the MOMS out there who kept this a secret.....WELL PLAYED SISTER, WELL PLAYED



Monday, June 24, 2013

His 18th Birthday...

So yesterday, MAN-CHILD turned 18.....

I had been bothering me for a while and i've written about the hard times i've been having in dealing with this.....

But, I have to admit, it went rather smoothly....

He got a truck for his birthday.......

A new to him truck....

OK,OK....it's a complete REDNECK truck....

It's what every boys first truck should be.....

As in paid for, and old.....

It's a 1998 Chevy Silverado, extended cab, long bed truck.....

Here's a pic:



So, the day went good.....

With me only having a few anxiety attacks.....

But I put one foot in front of the other....and well....I MADE IT.....

Until I opened up his baby book.....

Then the tears came.....

Oh well......

I still have 6 more to go.........



TOOK A XANAX AND MADE IT THROUGH THE DAY,
JAMIE...
AKA....
MAMA WITH AN 18 YEAR OLD SON.....

Friday, June 21, 2013

I HAD NO IDEAL

I HAD NO IDEAL.....

Why couldn't someone tell me?

It's like it's some sort of secret, that mom's have.....

It's a secret that mom's keep, I think, in part to save you some pain....

I just wished that somebody would have clued me in....

How was I to know, just 18 short years ago, as I lay on the operating table, after 15 hours of labor.....That I would be in the pain, just the same?

I never dreamed that my Man-Child turning 18, could hurt so much......

Oh sure, I joke about it......saying things like "Get a job"......so he did......

Great, the one thing I was joking about, he actually did......

Maybe I should joke about him putting his dirty clothes in the basket.....maybe he'd do it then.

Maybe I should try turning back time, doing things differently.....worrying less, laughing more....

But isn't that how you should be with your first born child?

Worried? Scared? Is that a hungry cry or a I just pooped my pants cry.????

Calling your mom up in the middle of the night, to ask her (from 12 hours away) what she thought the cry meant?

And usually she was right.....

But it seems like in the blink of an eye, we went from newborn, to toddler, to preschooler, to elementary school, middle school, being a tweenager, and then finally the forever mouthing off teenager.

Then, he goes and turns 18........

How dare he? What? Why????

I know my sister Cheryl would say to me "Jamie, it's what you've been teaching him to do since birth..To grow up and be responsible, and polite"....

And she would be right (of course)......

My sister Cindy might say something along the lines of "Hey chick, you made it...He's 18, and you haven't killed him, and he hasn't killed you either, so you did good"....

My sister Vicky would probably just laugh at me.."And say, Yeah, you only have 6 more to go"......

My mother would just remind me, ever so gently, that I got married at 17......yikes!!! What was I thinking???

Well whatever I was thinking, I got Man-Child, and Girl-Child.........

I digress.....

Back to my question, Why does him turning 18 hurt?????

Can anybody answer me that???

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Hey GirlChild, is your mom PREGNANT????

Umm, excuse me......

Girl Child told me that one of her friends asked if I was pregnant because of my gut...

So apparently people, I look like i'm about to give birth..............

When I asked Girl Child if she defended me, or even told said *friend* that I had given birth to 5 babies and it was non of her business....

Her reply: "NO....you are carrying a little weight in the midsection"

Me: "Thanks alot....."

My question is that why do Teenagers, and Women in general seem to want to point out all of our flaws???

So, I'M NOT A TWIG BITCH........

Get over it people, especially the little snot who started this whole thing....

And for my daughter not coming to my defense or even explaining that i had housed a lot of kids in this APPARENTLY GIANT BELLY, i'm at a loss for words...

Excuse me, Man Child, Girl Child, Things 1, 2 and 3.......
This MASSIVE BELLY did house you for 9 months....
You all are responsible for every stretch mark that, until today, I WORE with PRIDE......
I also breastfed every single one of you, even when i was pregnant with another child...
Seriously, i would go into the hospital breastfeeding 1 kid, and come our breastfeeding another.
So forgive me if my LADY BITS are on the wobbly size....
I was doing what doctors and science said was best for babies.....
So excuse the Hell outta me....

Thank you to all you TWIG BITCHES out there that makes our youth, teenagers and mothers SUPER SELF CONSCIOUS about our body....

WTH is going on in today's world that makes us think we have to be a certain size to be acceptable????

My Girl-Child followed up on this conversation with: "do you want to go enter a marathon  with her, so I could get in shape ?"

At this point I could have wrang her pretty little red neck....

But instead I came here, to pour out my vile about these TWIGS B's............

Always making my Girl Child feel like she's fat, and apparently they have the capability to make a Grown Woman (me) want to go hide in the bathroom to cry...

I am at peace with my body........
Sure I could loose a few pounds and probably feel better......only to have those pounds quickly come back.
Why? Cause raising my children, teaching my teenagers how to become adults, dealing with a husband who is both an insulin dependent diabetic, and epileptic, seem to trump A TRIP TO THE GYM............

My husband still finds me beautiful, and he's seen every bit of me including my guts ( 5 c-sections)......
He's seen me dressed to the nines, with blonde hair....
and he's seen me in his old work shirt, and cut off jeans.
He's seen me when i haven't managed to brush my hair or my teeth, because I was dealing with babies...
He's seen me after my c-sections and all the gory details that go into the first few days after giving birth.
And yet he still thinks that i'm beautiful........

So why do I give a FLYING F what this teenager said?

Because it seems to be the American way of thinking, that everyone has to be one size to be beautiful, smart, and successful...

And now it's in my mind, and in Girl-Child's mind that I am not good enough......
How the hell did I let a teenager in my head? And if she can get into my head, then damn she's good...

What's scary is that their are many more people, from young to old that are thinking the same way....

WE MUST BE SKINNY TO BE A GOOD PERSON
WE MUST BE SKINNY TO FIT IN
IF WE ARE FAT WE ARE SLOBS WHO DON'T CARE ABOUT OUR BODY'S
IF WE ARE FAT WE ARE SHOWING OUR KIDS THAT WE DON'T CARE ABOUT OUR HEALTH, AND DEAR GOD BECAUSE I'M FAT, SHOULD I EVEN BE ABLE TO BE A MOTHER???????????

But you know what......
Screw them.......
Because I don't care anymore...

I AM BEAUTIFUL
I AM A WIFE
I AM A MOTHER
I AM A DAUGHTER
I AM A GRAND DAUGHTER
I AM A AUNT
I AM A WOMAN WHO WEAR HER STRIPES PROUDLY....

I AM WOMAN, AND HEAR ME ROAR........

JAMIE...... ALL 170 LBS OF ME!!



Thursday, May 30, 2013

Barely making ends meet

Do you ever feel like you are going to just be swallowed whole by this thing we call life?

Well, if you haven't then Congrat's to you.
Right now, it feels like we are going to go under.
Bills, Taxes, Insurance, Food, Clothes, College, Gas.....I mean everything......................

My head is in a place that I don't like it to be......

Jobs are scarce......

And Me? I'm just scared.....

We knew going into this journey of having a large family and everything that goes along with it would be hard.

We felt we were up to the Challenge.....

Now, I'm not so sure........

They way the world is today is not the same way it was when we started on this journey.....

We are barely making ends meet, and we have already trimmed and trimmed our budget, until it can't be trimmed any more.
We have no cable, or satellite....everybody gets just what they NEED to go to school, but not what they WANT..
They get to watch their friends get I Pads, and I Phones, and laptops, and shop at Ambercrombie and upscale shops......while they don't.

They get to watch their friends get brand new cars, or close to brand new.....

When we drive a 93 Suburban, and Man Child has a 88 Chevy....

However, both kids are popular and well liked, but judged non the less....

We drive old cars, all paid for.......

We don't make unnecessary trips into town....

We do take our older ones to a school that is out of our district, so that they can go to the better school....
That means no bus service, and we live in the sticks, so alot of  our money goes to taking them back and forth to school....BUT WE BELIEVE IN THIS WHOLEHEARTEDLY ......
Education is very important to us.....

Credit cards? We don't have them.........
It's cash or we go without.....................

Hence, we haven't had central air in 2 summers, but make due with window units......

But we are on an edge, and I feel one foot dangling off the cliff........with my husband trying to hold on to me to keep me from going over....
I guess that's a good metaphor.........

We own our own house, and land....paid for.....but the taxes have nearly tripled since they have decided to start making subdivisions out here in the country....
We moved to get away from the suburbs......
We bought land so we would not be bothered by anyone....(also, it's kinda hard to get someone to rent to someone with as many kids as us!)

But the Suburbs came to us, and made our land and house value up (i know, most people would be like yippee) but all that did for us was to make our taxes go way way up.....
And since we have no intent to sell our home, the property value doesn't matter then.

I don't know how to cut the budget anymore.....other than using candles and oil lamps at night, and only taking showers every other Sunday....(that's a joke people)

I am very thankful for a roof over our heads, and that our kids are healthy....and everybody is doing good in school....
I an thankful that my husband now only has to take his insulin once or twice a day, depending on the numbers....When he was first diagnosed, he was on insulin 4 times daily....

So don't get me wrong....I'm not trying to to throw a big pity party.....
I just wanted to express how i'm feeling.....

I mean, has anyone else felt this way?

When we decided to have a big family it was also decided that I would be a stay at home mom..
But illness, and accidents have made that almost impossible......

I've been out of the job market for so long, i'm only qualified to work at a fast food restaurant, or bag groceries......

When once upon a time.... I was a dental assistant

And then 3 years later, and Office Manager to a thriving computer business........
And I was good at both jobs....

We are trying to hang on, but it seems like we are circling the drain......

Anyone else out there feel me? Or am I totally alone in this?

BARELY MAKING ENDS MEET.

Jamie


Saturday, May 25, 2013

A somber night

Last night my family went to a Candle Light Vigil for our beloved Quarter Back. He was swimming in the ocean, and got caught in a rip tide...... His friend tried to help, but our QB being who he was, knew that she wasn't strong enough to hold onto him, and help herself,  and get to safety....so making the MOST UNSELFISH decision in his whole 19 years, he told her to LET GO....Let go.......Let go...... And she did......That was Thursday the 23rd at 6pm....They found his body on Friday around 2 am.....

So in honor of him, the whole South West Stallions community held a candle light vigil for him.....Our Principal talked about his character.....He was a friend to everyone, black, white, purple...he didn't care. He was a friend and teammate to Man-Child, and friend to Girl-Child........The local pastor spoke.........
We lit candles, sang a few songs, let some balloons go......and cried.......and cried.......



It's always a sad time when a teenager dies...He was in his prime. He led us to 1AA State Championship. We won. He was about to graduate on the 10th of June. He was looking at colleges.......

There has to be a reason......
There has to.....The Pastor said there was......
And I believe...
Why?

Because on our way home, Man-Child rode with his friends to stay the night at a friends.....
And this is what happened:














This is the side that my son was on.....He had to break a window to get out....
The driver was stuck by the seat belt..... But they got out....

I get a call from Man Child saying that he was alright, and it was just a tiny wreck....When I asked if I needed to come there.....he said, too quickly...Oh, no, no,no....
Needless to say, My Mama instincts said yes yes yes, and CH drove at break neck speed to get to him....
The ambulance just arrived......

The results? Just a bruised elbow and shoulder, a few knots on his head....but other than that him, and his friend was fine...


This was taking after the car was flipped the right way, and about to get hauled off...
Man Child is on the left.....
They don't know how lucky they are.....
CH and I hardly got any sleep....
And wondered why God saved them....Thankful that he did...And he sent an Angel to help.

My Theory as to why they weren't hurt more or worse....killed....
I think our QB was their angel last night, and he was saying "oh no you don't big D, you gotta help hold the line so WE can win another championship".

Why?
Because that's the way our beloved QB was.....

Heart full of sadness,
But thankful for their angel,

Jamie....
ONCE A STALLION, ALWAYS A STALLION

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

How do I begin?

My Granny Freeman died yesterday.
She was 88 years old and had led a good life.
She was married to my sweet PawPaw Freeman for forever, who had already passed some years ago.
She had  7 kids, my father included.
She raised them right.
And she loved the Lord.
People tell me that I should rejoice that she is in heaven now, with her beloved husband, and her first born child who was killed in his early 20's, and that she is with my father too, that died 4 years, 11 months 3  weeks and 3 day ago. I know that she is loving it up there, reunited with her family that has been there for years. She is no longer in a body ravaged by disease. She is no longer lost in her brain all the memories that Alzheimer's took from her. She is in a new body and loving it....

She wouldn't want us to wallow......

But that's all I wanna do......

I was 17 when I left Alabama, and I din't see much of her after that (i'm 37 now)....
We'd come to visit every so often and see her....
She only met my kids a few times, but by then her Alzheimer's had kicked in, and i'm not for sure that she fully understood that these 5 kids were mine...but then again, who knows.
She had to bury her firstborn, and my father.....
That is not supposed to happen, it goes the other way....children bury their parents....

I look back on it now and think how many opportunities I missed to spend time with her, and my pawpaw. And it makes me sick to my stomach. When I was a teenager, I was JUST TO BUSY to see them often......now I realize how stupid that sounds....
And after I left Alabama, life took over with 5 kids in 9 years, and mortgages  and insurance payments, and dentist appointments...etc..... and the lack of money, that some way made it impossible to visit like I wanted too....

My whole family lives in Alabama, so I missed time with them too...

I'm filled with regret....that I didn't get to know her as an "adult", since I left so early....I'm sure she could have taught be alot about how to make a marriage last, and how to cherish my little ones......

I'm filled with regret, and shame that I didn't make it for my fathers funeral....
Yes, I just typed that last sentence....
I didn't have a phone then (dirt poor remember), and had to find out in a letter that my sister sent to me along with the funeral program....
He died on May 24th and was buried on May 27th, my husbands and my anniversary....almost five years ago....

Truth be told, to many he was a good friend, his nickname was YOGI....He could fish like a pro, and he liked tinkering with his cars....
But to us, his four girls we got to see a side of him that somewhat * different* than his friends saw.
I wont bash the dead, he was my father and his blood pumps thru my veins.
My mother always, always, told us that he loved us and tried as hard as could to be a father and husband....But....it wasn't meant to last......
We (my sisters and I) visited him and Granny and PawPaw....
We lived within a 10 mile radius of each other for my 17 years in Alabama.
When he got sick with a tumor that ate through his skull, and my sisters said it was time to come down, I did.
He finally meet all of my babies....We took pictures......We visited....
He hung on for a while, then he went quietly to meet his maker.

But still I REGRET.....

I still wish for a do-over......

It may not have changed anything, but at least I could have told myself that I tried.....
But I didn't.......

Since Granny Freeman's passing, I've been doing alot of thinking about that side of my family.....
Not all my Aunts and Uncles like me (us)....
I'm not at all close with my cousins like i am with the ones on my mama's side....
I used to blame it on them...but now....I don't know...
Maybe I was a horrible daughter, or cousin.....maybe I didn't put in enough energy into spending time with my cousins, and aunts....but then again, I was just a child....
I know that I LOVE all my AUNTS and UNCLE'S and COUSINS, regardless how they fell about me, and about me not being with my Dad during the end of his time...

Who knows.....

But I do know that I will probably explode if one more person tells me she's better off now.....I know that they mean well, and are trying to help....but.....

I mean, my brain knows it....I just wish someone would explain it to my heart...

Maybe it's the regret that is typing this post and not me.....
Maybe it's the regret that made it hard to get out of bed this morning to get all the kids to school...
Maybe it's regret that I live 12 hours away and couldn't help with my Granny Freeman or my father.....
Maybe it's regret that my little ones were so small when we seen my Granny Freeman and my Father that they wont remember them.
Maybe it's regret that my last Grandmother on earth is in bad shape, and here I am again, 12 hours away and can't help......

What ever it is, it's kicking my butt....

But the kids will be home soon and homework will need to be helped with, and laundry, and the never ending saga that is high schools life will need to be hashed out and rehashed (Emily), and football practice.....maybe it will keep my mind off things for a while...

Trying to make sense of everything, and failing badly,

Jamie Michele Freeman Thompson

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Phases of life my kids are in...and I think Sarcasm is in our DNA

17 y/o Man Child is in : Dearest Mother, don't you know that I am almost 18, and I am a Football Champion?? Here's my ring....now you can kiss it.....


Me: Dearest Man-Child..you may be a Football Champion, and as tall as a giant....but you need to remember who housed you for 9 months....and not to ignore the fact that even though you are 6ft 4, and I'm 5ft 2...I still wield a MAD FRYING PAN....so beware....(what the really evil/non-mom side of me wants to say is :I got something for you to kiss....but alas, I will refrain)

16 y/o Girl Child is in this phase: Mommie Dearest, I am 16 and can go out on dates now, and like not come home until 12 a.m....Because mom, EVERY OTHER GIRL MY AGE CAN DO THIS....so therefore I command you to let me do this.


Me: Bawahhaaa. spits soda out of my nose, and fall to the floor laughing.....
Her: Why are you laughing?
Me: Because GURL, I Was 16 once, and I know just what your thinking, and I don't think so.....
Her: Why?
Me: Because I Know you, and I know me, and I know my sisters and HELL NO....
Her: Why?
Me: Oh dear god, do I have to spell it out for you?
Her: YES
Me: Alright then. N-O....
Her: I so can't freakin' wait to get out of here....
Me: As in my house, or this state?
Her: Both....And I WILL NEVER LIVE IN A TRAILER EVER...
Me: hahahahaaa
Her: What?
Me: NEVER SAY NEVER....karma a b* and it will bite you in the end..
Her: So your just gonna keep me here prisoner?
Me: If you dad had his way then yes, me? Well there is a Walker County AL in every place you go....
Her: I don't like you...
Me: You don't have to....I don't like you neither...but I LOVE YOU...
Her: (mumbles) I love you too.... and stomps off to her room....
Me: Thank you God, for giving me only 1 Daughter.....I don't know how I could deal with another one...
(side note: she then takes to Facebook and starts putting up sarcastic witty b*tchy things on her FB wall....all while I laugh in my closet where I am hiding eating my ice cream and reading all of her posts. Where did she get this sarcastic from?????..)

10 y/o Thing 1 is in this phase: Mom, I'm in double digits now, and I can say Cuss words that I've heard from you... on the bus.....And you no nothing about 4th grade, and I can call my brothers stupid and stuff, cause that's the way I roll...


Me: I don't care if your in triple digits.....You cannot cuss and call your brothers stupid...
Him: Uh-huh, I sit in the back of the bus, and I'm in charge cuz I'm older than they are...
Me: Doesn't work that way.
Him: What do you know, you were born when dinosaurs were still around...
Me: *cricket, cricket*
Him: SEE?
Me: Why I otta......What am I going to do with you?
Him: Nothing, that's just the way it is....
Me: (formulates plan that involves Thing 2, and Thing 3.....because really, who could come back after that crack?)
(update: It was as simple as letting Thing 2, and Thing 3 to use his deodorant ANYWHERE THEY WANTED TO....then put said deodorant back in drawer and cackle to myself when I see him putting it on)

9 y/o Thing 2 is in this phase: Mommie, your so PRETTY, and smart, and I love you so much, and you are the best mom in the world and can I have the new xbox game that cost 50 bucks????.....did I mention that you are pretty and the best mommie ever....


Me: I think you mentioned it once or twice....but a foot rub, and a few more "I'm Pretty's" and the game is yours...
Him: I knew I was your favorite

And last, but certainly not least...
Thing 3, a.k.a "Spider Monkey" is in this phase: I am your baby, and always will be....remember when I couldn't breathe and the ambulance had to come???? So, that means I get what I want, whenever I want it, and there shall be no peace in this house until I get what I want.....


Me: You're pretty slick...you know mentioning the breathing thing and all....
Him: I know, I am Good...
Me: Maybe Just a LITTLE too good.
Him: Nope
Me: Dear Lord, what have Crazy Hubby and I done? We have given this child both of our sarcastic, slick DNA.....What did we do?
Him: You named me T.N.T.....Taylor Nathaniel Thompson
Me: I did do that
(crazy hubby would like to point out that I am the only one who named this child, because he got to name Things 1, and Thing 2)
Him: You wanted DYNAMITE .. YOU GOT IT...
Me: You are a Turd..
Him: It takes one to know one....
Me: I think we have created a monster....
Him: Yup....but your are so pretty...and
Me: Stop, don't steal your brothers moves...
Him: Watch me...
Me: ((shudders))

HIDING UNDER THE COVERS, BALLED UP IN A FETAL POSITION,
JAMIE

Sunday, March 24, 2013

This week's edition of :Random stuff my kids have said

OK. So I so do not know who my kids got their knack for sarcasm.....I promise I don't...

My mother tells me that I was an ANGEL.....WITH HORNS.....

So here goes, the random, sarcastic, witty things that my little Angels have said recently:

Man-Child: You know when I turn 18, I can do anything I want, don't ya mom?
My reaction: Bawaahhhhhaa

Girl-Child: Why do you want to know what IBM arguing about with my boyfriend??? It's none of your business....
My reaction: Bawahhhaaa......now hand over your phone....
Crazy Hubby's reaction: HAND OVER YOUR PHONE NOW AND LET ME TALK TO HIM.....

Thing 1: Absolutely nobody is to use MY deodorant.......
Things 2 and 3's reaction: Sneak into Thing 1's drawer and smear deodorant all over their self's......

Thing 2: I love you mommie, even though your belly has stripes on it.....
My reaction: (in my head, You little Sh*T) out loud....Thank you I love you and your bad breath.....
Heathen....

Thing 3: You are a Mean Mama because you spent my dollar that the Tooth Fairy gave me......(pouty face)
Me: UH............You want a bite of my 3 Musketeers Bar?

Hubby: (some back ground: he went to a friends house and was supposed to come Right back, it's 7:30 p.m. on a school night) I call him because it's 1:30 am......He says he's on his way. I tell him if he doesn't come home now, he could just sleep outside, and not the house.....He hangs up on me, or so he thinks....and I hear him telling his friend  "She said if I didn't come home now, I had to sleep outside....the House that I broke my back for, the one that is mine. She is crazy".........But alas, I am still on the phone....and hear everything.....

Update: He made it home....However, he is in the dog house......and might just eat dog food for the rest of the week....

Now on to me: The most Ironic thing I said to my kids was:
Kids are screaming at the top of their lungs.....
Me: QUIT SCREAMING, WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD SCREAM LIKE THAT, MY GOODNESS HAVE SOME RESPECT AND QUIT SCREAMING.......
Kids: ummmmmmm
Me: Never mind.... continue on

So goes the craziness that is my household....

GOODBYE UNTIL NEXT TIME, WHEN MAYBE MY HUBBY IS OUTTA THE DOG HOUSE

J




Thursday, March 21, 2013

An Open Letter to my 16 year old Daughter


You light up my life......You give me hope to carry on....

From the very moment that I laid my bleary and weary eyes on you I knew you....I mean I knew you..
How life shattering is that?
And you looked at me, and I would love to say you were saying "oh mama, there you are"...........
but it was more like "Put me back in, and could you put some clothes on me dude?"
Just joking, you were just so quite, and I was so out of it that I didn't realize that something was wrong.......
They rushed you off, and my Anesthesiology doctor put some good cocktail drugs in my iv and everything went black......
You see, you weren't quite due just yet....but I had this bad feeling, and I made Mamaw and Papaw H come up to SC.....so I woke mama up and told her to take me to the hospital, that something just wasn't right.....
And told her not to wake anyone else up, because it was probably false labor...
Any way, My regular doctor was on vacation, and this wonderful female doctor came in and said she wanted  to get an ultrasound, since she's never seen me before....so in comes in the machine,...and there was a few ooohs and awwws....then silence.....then words and codes that I don't speak, but Mamaw H knows...
One look at her face told me everything, or so I thought.
My doc sat on my bed and said that they had to get you out now....that the placenta had detached and calcified which basically meant that it was dying and so were you.....they estimated that you had been at 50% oxygen for a few days......and we were going into the operating now.....
Lots of prayers were said.........
They got you out, and worked on you.....and I've watched the video of you and they just couldn't get you to cry......
Anyway, as soon as I saw you, really saw you in a non drug induced state, i realized that you looked JUST LIKE ME.....
And I Demanded that you be named Emily Michele.......with one L, just like me.....
Oh, you were a testy little newborn....hungry all the time.
But then at 6 weeks, I guessed you accepted you fate, that you actually belonged in this CRAZY FAMILY AND WAS LIKE FINE, PUT ME IN MY OWN BED TURN OFF THE LIGHT, TURN ON THE FAN, AND SHUT THE DOOR....
OH, AND GIVE ME MY BLANKIE TO SUCK ON.....

That's when I knew I was in trouble........

You wouldn't talk until you were almost 2...and when you did boy was I excited......ever since then, you haven't SHUT UP.....

You were the cutest little soccer player that there ever was.

You were also the cutest little tball player that there ever was.

Now you sing like and ANGEL always, act like a Devil sometimes.....

And you keep me and dad on our toes........

I see you growing up through a mother's eyes....
And he See's you growing up through a daddy's eye's.....which is scarier for him than me.....

You push us to the absolute limit, and then some......
You know what buttons to push to set us off......
And you have the puppy dog eyes that work on your dad......but not on me...
You can cut someone down with a single look (something you got from me)
You have a stiff right upper cut....
You can drive a four wheeler and wreck them with the best of them...
Then 3 hours later, you can look like a perfect little lady all shinned up like a new penny....
Oh, and you can shoot a gun, and a bow and arrow....

You are everything that me and daddy hoped for
And we hope that you achieve all of your dreams...  

You are my only daughter forever, and always...
Love Mom

What do I do now that my "LITTLE'S" aren't Little anymore?

This April, the 22nd to be exact, I will be having a Car Seat bond fire.

You see for the last 17 years and 8 months I will have had at least one baby car seat in my car.

But Alas, My Littlest will turn 8......8.......OMG MY LITTLEST BABY WILL TURN 8!!!!!!!

And I don't know what to do.......

For so long, in conversations I have referred to my kids as The Big Kids, The Middle Kids, And the Little's....

Now what do I do?

Man-Child will be 18 in June, Girl-Child just turned 16 on the 15th....

OMG !!!!! MY GIRL-CHILD IS 16 NOW......LORD HELP ME NOW...

J is 17, D is 14........(his,mine, and ours)

And the Little's? Thing 1 turned 10 in Jan, Thing 2 turned 9 on the 8th.....and Thing 3 will be 8.......

Again I ask "What do I do now?"

I feel my grip on the Big Kids slipping away every second......

And the Little's? I had to buy Thing 1 deodorant........

I feel like my life around me is going in fast forward, but me? I'm standing still......

Still trying to figure out how the Big kids got so big so fast......
And how Thing 1 now needs deodorant....
Still trying to figure out how Girl Child turned 16, and has a steady boyfriend....A FREAKIN' BOYFRIEND

So now I'm left with the feeling of not being needed as much as I used to.....
It's funny, all I used to think about was having a moment when I'm not needed......
fast forward to now, and I'm not needed as much....

Oh sure, I am still the finder of lost socks, washer of the dirty uniforms, still the cooker of the meals..........
But with all the technology that there is today....I'm often think I'm having a conversation with Girl-Child, only to realize that she is on the phone with someone else, and has no idea what I'm saying to her.....
And Man-Child? He's a NC State High School Football Champion, whose mother knows nothing at all......
The Little's? hmmph.... I try to tell them to do there chores, and I have to yell over either the radio in their room or the X-Box in the living room.....

Don't get me wrong, I still have to break up fights, still have heart to heart talks with the Big Kids (although sometimes it's in the form of texting).....

And the Little's still don't like Thunderstorms, and come and jump in the bed  with me during the night.....

I'm still the Kisser of the Boo-Boo's......The shoulder to cry on when someones had a bad day........

But I feel it deep in my bones..... This SEPARATION.....This Crushing of my heart.....

In short, I feel the Umbilical Cord being cut...... PERMANENTLY......

Now I know from experience that being a Mom never stops.....I call my mom at the drop of a hat......and talk about everything from TV shows to my period.......

But I remember being so STUBBORN at 17 that I made my mom sign the papers for me to get married...

And I pray to God, that I have at least taught them not to go down the same road I went down.....down...down......

I mean what do you do when your littlest is turning 8, and you know FOR A FACT that you will not have anymore babies?

I'm only 23  37 and my oldest is almost 18......
So I was married at 17, pregnant at 18, gave birth to Man-Child at 19....
Was pregnant again at 20, and had Girl Child at 21.........
Then Thing 1 came at 27, Thing 2 was right on his heels at 28, and Thing 3 at 29....that's right, they were all 13 months and 2 weeks apart.....

I know I got years to go before they are all out of here......
But still, I can feel it on the Horizon........
And I'm not happy about it.....

Heart already breaking before the dawn,

J







Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Please Tell me that I am not the only Mother on the face of the Earth, that can't stand my kids sometimes....

Don't get me wrong. I actually wrote that on the Post Line.

I will give you a moment of silence, so you can think about how bad I am at this Mothering Gig....

You done yet?

I mean I LOVE MY CHILDREN ALWAYS.......

It's that sometimes all I want to do is hide from them......

It used to be that I could take a nice bubble bath with a locked door......

But that is when the hand under the door starts to appear, or somebody's bleeding, etc.ect....

But now that one bathroom is being fixed, the one in the master bedroom is the only toilet and shower....

So there is always someone who has to pee, or some other life threatening illness that needs to be looked at immediately.

But wait, there's more.....

We took off the bathroom door, along with Man-Child and Girl-Child's bedroom door.

Why? Well let me count the ways:
1. It's my house and I'll do as I please.
2. It's not polite to slam doors every-time you get mad at me.
3.It's not polite to lock mommy out of your room if you disagree with her.
4. Man-Child's room needs to air out. (I never knew that boys could produce such an odor)

That's just some of the reasons....

Which leads me to the original complaint.....
Is it too hard to leave Mama alone for 5 minutes so that she can shave both legs at the same time and wash and condition my hair?
The answer is YES. Apparently they figure that they have you cornered and that you can't leave until they leave.
Which totally ruins my relaxation.

I think to remedy that I should just start conversations up with them while they are sitting on the toilet  or in the shower......

But why do I dislike my kids sometimes?

BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST LIKE ME.....
MY MOTHERS CURSE WORKED AND I HAVE 5 THAT ACT JUST LIKE ME.....

No relaxing going on around here,
J






I know, adorable right?

Sunday, March 10, 2013

My good-hearted Crazy Hubby, A True Hero...

I know.....It took me about 2 hours to write that sentence.

But today, Crazy-Hubby and Man-Child were Hero's.

They were in the yard talking to Crazy-Hubby's brother T, when Crazy-Hubby noticed that there was smoke in the distance. At first he thought maybe it was someone burning leaves, but he quickly noticed that it was growing in size.

He and Man-Child took off in the direction of the fire, and found out that it was a HUGE (to us) Forest Fire. He had already called 911, and they told him that he was the first to report the fire. They sent a fire truck and it went directly towards the fire. My C.H. and Man-Child saw that there was some houses right in the path of the fire, and went door to door telling people to get out, that they were not safe there. 911 called back and C.H. told them that they needed more than one fire truck. They waited for the other Fire Trucks to arrive and figured out that they direct route to the fire had been cut off.

Now, my Crazy-Hubby (C.H.) has grown up in these woods and knew of a way around the fire to get to the other side. So off C.H. goes with 4 Fire-Trucks in tow. He got them to the other side of the fire, and that's as far as him and Man-Child went.

We called the local news to report it, so that everyone in the area could be notified. Next thing we know the local news asked if we could try to get some pictures for them, because their reporters were on other assignments and couldn't get here in time.

So off I go, with my handy dandy Nikon camera to get some shots. And I succeed. I emailed them to the news station, and guess what? They actually used them.

Then a reporter for the station calls and does and on air interview with Crazy-Hubby (C.H.) and on one side of the tv is a picture of C.H. and on the other side are my pictures flashing by....

I would say that it was cool but it was not. Why? Because over 100 people had to be evacuated. And over 100 acres so far are destroyed. And as I write this, it is still not over with.

I pray that the Fire Fighters are staying safe. I hope no homes are destroyed. I hope no one gets hurt.

Here are a few pics to give you and idea about how big (to us) the fire is.













Hoping everyone involved is safe, and I hope the fire gets put out tonight.

Ever Hopeful,
J

This just in, the wild fire is mostly contained and the folks are able to go back to there houses. YES!!






Friday, March 8, 2013

Come Again????

You remember that show that was named "Kids say the darnedest thing"?

Well, that's been my life for the past few days.....

For example.....

Girl Child was so excited that she had raised her grade in algebra that she actually said this very thing......
"MOM, I RAISED MY MATH GRADE A WHOLE POINT"......
ME: "WOW SWEETIE, WHAT IS YOUR GRADE NOW"?
HER: "IT WENT FROM A 89.8 TO A .....wait for it.......89.9"
ME: SILENCE......FOR A SECOND, THEN " UM, SWEETIE. THAT'S NOT A WHOLE POINT....A  WHOLE POINT WOULD HAVE BEEN IF YOU TOOK YOUR GRADE FROM 89 TO 90."
HER: "WHAT EVER"
off she walks in a huff......

Things 1,2, and 3 had "Technology day" at school, where for a dollar they can bring in electronic items, or card games and such.....and the money goes to a good cause.....
So, I send Thing 1 with his DS, Thing 2 with Yahtzee on the go, and Thing 3 a pack of cards......

Well was I in for it when they got off the bus......
See their friends brought in IPODS, IPADS, Cell Phones, Computer Tablets and so on and so forth.....
So when the THINGS got off the bus, I hear about how nobody wanted to play with the things that they brought, and how they made fun of them for not having any of the THINGS (that a snobbish girl deemed necessary) that the popular kids have........
So I asked the THINGS how many brothers and sisters did these mean kids have and the average answer was 1....
That's when I pointed out that we have 7 kids, and even if we were loaded that there was no chance in H*LL that they would get IPADS and such.....
I mean these are the same kids that I can't trust with picking up their own dirty laundry....
Anyway, after I pointed out about the whole we have 7 kids thing......
THING 1 said, and I quote " Well, I  didn't tell you to have so many kids"..................
Out of the mouth of Babes...
I could have chocked him........

And on to GirlChild again, she runs cross country......I have them get physicals in the summer (and yes, I am brave enough to have all the kids yearly check up on the same day) and turn them in as soon as school starts, or if the sport starts early, then I hand it to the coach......OK, so fast forward to today and I get a note, that they have MISPLACED her physical....each coach remembers seeing it.....but would I mind going and getting another one....... HUH? It ain't my fault that you lost it.......and don't they know that insurance companies don't pay but for one physical a year? Or that they charge for filling out duplicate forms.?????
They tell me this on Friday afternoon....and say she can't compete in the first meet on Monday.....
I gotta mind to go tell them just what I think.........but I'm afraid officer Friendly would have to escort me out....

When are these people gonna learn that I am NOT a new mom, nor am I a complete idiot.....and that I will do EVERY-THING for my kids, even get ugly, loud, or straight up Alabama Country which sound a lot like something like " OH HELL NO"........That's when you outta run, cause it's gonna get crazy up in here.....

Whew, I'm glad I got that off my chest.......Hope you don't mind me ranting and raving..........I hope you find it funny.......or at least a little pleasing to you.....
If not, I can always go Granny Rice on ya...... and that, My Friends is a WHOLE lot scarier than hearing me say "OH HELL NO".........

One Redneck Mom Pissed,
J
or as my friends call me: the little stick of dynamite that could......


Thursday, February 21, 2013

We should kiss, hug, and tell our kids that we LOVE them each and everyday....

We should kiss, hug, and tell our kids that we LOVE them everyday.....

I'll admit, that some days that I only say "I love You" in the morning before the bus comes, and at night when I'm tucking them in......and that's just the little ones......

The older ones are a different story......it's all 'EWW GROSS MOM, NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS" geesh.....sorry..

Or I will end a phone conversation with the older kids and I'll say "I LOVE YOU"...and they are all "uh-huh"......

But I think after what we learned yesterday, my crazy-hubby and I, just might tell them every stinkin' moment that they are with us. Every time we get a chance, we are gonna smother them with love.

We learned yesterday, that a good friend of ours (I'll call him C.W.) little boy went to be with Jesus.....
His whole family, besides his dad, was in a very bad car crash. I wont put the gory details in, but just imagine what the worst wreck you have ever seen and insert 3 little kids and a mama in it........

I'll give you a second to re-think that last sentence.

The other kids had minor injures and was treated and released.

But not this precious little boy...
It happened a few months ago, and the little boy was flown to Greenville, who has an awesome trauma ward.

He was alive, but was paralyzed from the neck down.

He was in and out of a coma.........

sometimes the little angel would open his eyes and look, but not really see.........

We can't even imagine the pain that this family is going through............If the pain that my husband and I feel is only a fraction of what they feel....then we don't know how we could go on.......

It's made us rethink a lot of things like:
Did I tell them I love them when I woke them up this morning?
Did I kiss them and tell them I loved them when they were eating their breakfast, or was I barking orders because the bus was gonna be there in 10 minutes, and for Pete's sake, nobody had put on shoes or even had backpack ready.....?
Did I tell them I love them and ask about their day at school when I picked them up from the bus, or did I just bark at them to sit down and buckle up......?

How about those teenagers? I wrote in an earlier post that one of my sons good friend and Girl-Child's boyfriend and 2 others flipped a SUV over 3 times and all were ejected from the car.....They all survived....

But what about my teenagers? Who don't won't to be told you love them/miss them.....or that you wanna spend time with them without their stupid cell phones going off every 2 seconds.....I mean really, who wants to know that you will BRB to take a potty break.......

How do I tell the teenagers that We love them so very, very, much and want so much for them to succeed in life, when they look at you like you are a helicopter mom.....flying all up in their business?

I know that our friend C.W. wishes that he could have these same questions about his precious baby boy....but he can't........He will NEVER get the chance to show him how to shoot a BB gun, or how to hunt deer, or how to drive a stick shift.........And we just don't know what we would do.........

I'd probably lay in the bed for weeks, not moving, not wanting anything but my baby back.

But the "silver lining" to all this grief, Is that he got to see the Face of God before we did. Now he can run and jump and play all day in Heaven......

His memorial will be Saturday........and until then our hearts will remain heavy.........
Please pray for his family.....

With a broken heart, not knowing what to say or how to react,

J


Monday, February 18, 2013

This is NOT what I wished for!!!

Ok so I wished for a cleaning faerie to come to my house while we slept and clean the house......But that B@#&H didn't show up......

Who showed up instead? The dreaded SOCK MONSTER......
I mean how can I put 2 socks in the washer and dryer, but one of them are missing? If it is indeed the SOCK MONSTER, i would gladly give you some socks that are too little for the kids, or ones that have holes in them......But alas, that greedy little monster wants all the good socks.......
I have seriously thought about setting in a chair in my laundry room with a tennis racket waiting for the little monster to come out so I could whack him.........

Oh, but lets not stop there......I really want for find out who theses people are that kive in my house: NOT ME, I DIDN'T DO IT, AND THE CLASSIC; IT WASN'T ME.....* now admit, you just said that last song while singing it in your best SHAGGY voice*........you know the song, It wasn't me.......LOL

Well, I'm not for sure if I have already said on here that my washing machine caught on fire.....first time 3 fire trucks came and we had to clear the house out of the smoke.......then the 2nd time( in 2 weeks non the less) GirlChild saw the smoke first, and we were able to get it contained again......So we called up the service people and they came out, but had to order parts to get it fixed.......we got the parts in in 2 days but had to wait until the service repair guy could fit us in to put the parts in.......Finally he came after 6 days and fixed it, but also said that if this one failed that they will replace it.........
They didn't offer to pay for the clothes that were ruined......
Or having to use our neighbors machine just to have clean towels and underwear........

On another note, It snowed here and Jacksonville and we (hubby, me, Girl child, her friend and her boyfriend) had to go to All County Honor Chorus and drive in the stuff........
It amazes me. that we WILL stay for Hurricanes up to a cat 3, but let there even be mention about snow, and you'd think the zombie Apocalypse has came and we were the only ones that didn't know about it....
Now my pantry was relatively full, but we still needed cereal and milk, and of course my beverage of choice:
Coke.......
And Walmart was a mad house!!!!!It was like trying to go shopping on Black Friday......
We got out of there as quick as we could........

Well that's it for now, I will post some of the clips from my daughters concert.....

This has been a boring post, I know......
J


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

HOW DO I LET GO?

Letting go is a hard thing to do....a really hard thing to do.......

You may wonder what in the world I'm taking about, so here goes:

                                        Man-Child pictured here will be 18 in just 4 short  months!


And he is my baby......not in the literal sense because after him I went on to have 4 more babies.

But this Man-Child  MADE ME A MOTHER,  and that's a bond that I hope never breaks.

But I can see him pulling away from me (not in a disrespectful way).......just that he doesn't need me anymore.

And It breaks my heart. For birth to 18 months he WAS MY ONLY BABY......And we were inseparable.

Then Girl-child was born, and although she changed the dynamics of the house, for the most part it stayed the same.

Just last weekend, his friend (who shall remain nameless) asked us if him and Man-Child could go get his mom some groceries....We said "sure why not". I mean the friend is 19, and Dylan is 17 so what harm could that be.......They made it home safe.....

But just a few days later, that same "friend" and some of his "friends" AND Girl-Child's Boyfriend went muddin'. For y'all not from the south, that's where you take a crap truck and go muddin' and slipping and sliding, and you come out looking like you've been attacked by mud.....and the mud won....
Anyway, back to the story: The version I hear is that they were muddin somewhere they shouldn't have been and THEY ROLLED THE TRUCK OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM WAS NOT SEAT BELTED IN....AND SOME OF THEM GOT EJECTED FROM THE CAR........
None of them was seriously injured, just a broke wrist, cracked ribs, lots of bruises.....and oh yeah, 2 of them went to Jail. The one driving it, and the one who was the owner of the truck.
I know God intervenes when necessary because it just so happened that Man-Child was grounded that weekend and couldn't go!!!!!! Or else he would have been in the truck too........
I know these boys and they are not bad kids, they are just teenagers making stupid mistakes.....I was their age just a few short  years ago. And we did some crazy stuff, but to me this takes the cake.............
All of them got OSS, (out of school suspension).

And I know that Dylan wasn't with him and even if he would he would call me and his dad for help. He has done it before. It was a "frenemy" who was trying to hot wire a bulldozer from a construction site. So Dylan flags a lady down, and she is kind enough to let her use her phone. We have always told him that if he does something bad, if he tells us right away, there will be no questions asked until the morning when we've all had time to calm down.

But now since this happened it has scared  me to death. How am I supposed to know if I've taught him the right skills to go on in his life.

HOW DO I LET GO, AFTER SEEING WHAT NORMAL TEENAGERS DO ON A NIGHT THAT THEY GOT BORED?
* just want to say again that these are not bad boys, they rarely get in trouble at school, and behave as politely as a teenage boy can muster*

HOW DO I LET GO KNOWING THAT HE HAS THE RIGHT TO QUIT SCHOOL, MOVE OUT???

His Dad and I think that we have taught him well enough to do OK on his own...but 'm not ready to let go.

I probably need to say that Man-child has no desire to move out just yet, he has one more year of high school and he plays foot ball there. So I think I might have some time to try to convince myself that he will be OK........

NOT KNOWING HOW TO LET GO,
J

P.S.
Girl-Child's boyfriend was just along for the ride, and another buddy ran for help........

Sunday, February 10, 2013

More of some of the things you've missed while I've been busy

Let's take a look at what else you missed around this crazy house:

ManChild wearing his Championship shirt and metal......so proud of him and all the SW stallions!!!







Girl-Child likes to call this the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.......seriously its not that bad... :)



The next couple of pics are from Cookies and Milk night at the little ones school. They got to meet Santa.










And there you have it folks......The emmbarresment factor when they get a girl friend!! LOL

Black-mailingly yours,
J

I know that it has been awhile, so here are some updates on what has been going on in my neck of the woods

I really should write more often. Even if no one sees it, or makes a comment about it, it helps me get rid of some stress. Why do I have stress? Um....well 6 boys and 1 girl and 1 Crazy-hubby would be enough to drive even the most sane person crazy......
Anyway, enough of the excuses...so here are some pictures:

SouthWest High School made it all the way to NC IAA state Championship against Swain County.
And we kicked butts!! Final score was 43 to 34. I am not for sure who was more excited: his daddy and me, or ManChild.....He gets his ring soon. He is number 78, and sorry if there's not a lot of pics of him, although he played the whole game, I tend to focus on him and not on my camera......













Stallion Forever,
Jamie