I am a mother of high "schooler..."
My daughter finishes 8th grade today. I am the mother of a high "schooler". Whew.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
MY POST'S MAY BE FEW IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS. THE CHILDREN'S MUSICAL IS THIS WEEKEND AND STARTING TOMORROW - I WILL BE GOING NON STOP.
IT IS A SWEET MUSICAL BASED ON THE CHILDREN'S BOOK "TALE OF THREE TREES."
THIS CHOIR DIRECTOR IS VERY PROUD OF ALL THE KIDS - THEY HAVE PRACTICED AND WORKED HARD. I HAVE A TERRIFIC TEAM - WHO WORK EVER SO DILIGENTLY.
PRAY FOR US! WE AR SO BLESSED!
Southern Friends
A friend sent this to me - and being from the south-(I have the accent and everything I can honestly say it is so true!)
(I did make some minor changes)
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Always bring the food.
FRIENDS: Will say "hello".
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together.
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will kick the back-ends fo those that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
Monday, May 14, 2007
Columns...
Newspaper columns - I love them. Lewis Grizzard, Erma Bombeck, Dave Barry, Art Buchwald, are some of my favorites. I enjoy the small Hollywood columns - just to take a small peek into that world. Ann Landers was one I read every day - an advice column. I loved it.
I own her book "Wake up and smell the coffee!" A collection of her favorite columns.
Here is something found in one of her columns and found in the beginning chapters of her book:
All of the below are her words...not mine. (I added the (her)..but it is rich in wisdom)They say so much.
Have you ever wonder "Am I in love, or is this just infatuation?" This might help you know the difference......"
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling to another. Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows-one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity.
You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is quiet understanding and the mature acceptance of imperfections. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his (her) presence, even when he (she) is away. Miles do not separate you. You want him (her) nearer. But near or far, you know he (she) is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing him (her)."
Love says "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. It you are honest, you will admit it difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end in intimacy. Love is maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He (she) feels that trust, and it makes him (her) more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things you'll regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
Newspaper columns - I love them. Lewis Grizzard, Erma Bombeck, Dave Barry, Art Buchwald, are some of my favorites. I enjoy the small Hollywood columns - just to take a small peek into that world. Ann Landers was one I read every day - an advice column. I loved it.
I own her book "Wake up and smell the coffee!" A collection of her favorite columns.
Here is something found in one of her columns and found in the beginning chapters of her book:
All of the below are her words...not mine. (I added the (her)..but it is rich in wisdom)They say so much.
Have you ever wonder "Am I in love, or is this just infatuation?" This might help you know the difference......"
Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling to another. Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows-one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity.
You are excited and eager but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is quiet understanding and the mature acceptance of imperfections. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his (her) presence, even when he (she) is away. Miles do not separate you. You want him (her) nearer. But near or far, you know he (she) is yours and you can wait.
Infatuation says "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing him (her)."
Love says "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. It you are honest, you will admit it difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end in intimacy. Love is maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. He (she) feels that trust, and it makes him (her) more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things you'll regret later, but love never will.
Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person than you were before.
Goodbyes
Goodbyes are hard, especially when you know there is a chance you won't ever see that person again.
I never knew my grandparents - they were gone long before I was born. When I married I was blessed to gain my ex-husband's grandmother. We have a close but odd relationship - (really odd considering I am no longer married to her grandson-as I have said before-just call us Ruth and Naomi - I tease her and tell her I am still waiting on Boaz)
She is 93. Her son (former father-in-law) lives in Nashville and is not in good health. Her daughter lives in Florida.
Grand fell sick this past week - and obvious to everyone - she can no longer live on her own
(I have done as much as I could - considering I am not family, etc) She is in the hospital, but once she is stronger - she is moving to Florida.
She is telling people goodbye - knowing that for both parties - it will probably be the last time they will see each other. She cries.
She is a true Southern lady of old school. Table set at every meal, pickles served no matter what. A child of depression -nothing and I mean nothing is ever thrown away. (took us forever to get her not to use the Styrofoam meat trays from which raw meat would be on...eew.) Church on Sunday, hair done on Friday. Tomatoes planted in the back yard. Plants on the porch in the summer- moved in come fall. Same with summer porch furniture. She wears a camisole, slip, hose in all weather. Wears a rain bonnet when it rains, a scarf (silk or wool depending on the temperature) when it is windy. She served on the flower committee at church - and she would bring fresh cut flowers from her flower garden - as did every lady on this committee. She sang in her choir for years and years. Loyal to her family, proud of every great grand child - 7 of them. She knew when to give up driving - no one had to do it for her. She mowed her own yard until she was eighty something, volunteered at a thrift store for charity, took other shopping, walked 3 miles everyday - and biked three on her stationary bike up until about 5 years ago.
She has never missed an Olympic broadcast - loves the figure skating. Soap operas were called "her stories" - she taped movies all the time - she loved her VCR.
I could say so much more - but you get the picture.
She is made of some strong stuff - doesn't mince words. You will definitely know where she stands and how she feels..
I will miss her more than she knows.
Goodbyes are hard, especially when you know there is a chance you won't ever see that person again.
I never knew my grandparents - they were gone long before I was born. When I married I was blessed to gain my ex-husband's grandmother. We have a close but odd relationship - (really odd considering I am no longer married to her grandson-as I have said before-just call us Ruth and Naomi - I tease her and tell her I am still waiting on Boaz)
She is 93. Her son (former father-in-law) lives in Nashville and is not in good health. Her daughter lives in Florida.
Grand fell sick this past week - and obvious to everyone - she can no longer live on her own
(I have done as much as I could - considering I am not family, etc) She is in the hospital, but once she is stronger - she is moving to Florida.
She is telling people goodbye - knowing that for both parties - it will probably be the last time they will see each other. She cries.
She is a true Southern lady of old school. Table set at every meal, pickles served no matter what. A child of depression -nothing and I mean nothing is ever thrown away. (took us forever to get her not to use the Styrofoam meat trays from which raw meat would be on...eew.) Church on Sunday, hair done on Friday. Tomatoes planted in the back yard. Plants on the porch in the summer- moved in come fall. Same with summer porch furniture. She wears a camisole, slip, hose in all weather. Wears a rain bonnet when it rains, a scarf (silk or wool depending on the temperature) when it is windy. She served on the flower committee at church - and she would bring fresh cut flowers from her flower garden - as did every lady on this committee. She sang in her choir for years and years. Loyal to her family, proud of every great grand child - 7 of them. She knew when to give up driving - no one had to do it for her. She mowed her own yard until she was eighty something, volunteered at a thrift store for charity, took other shopping, walked 3 miles everyday - and biked three on her stationary bike up until about 5 years ago.
She has never missed an Olympic broadcast - loves the figure skating. Soap operas were called "her stories" - she taped movies all the time - she loved her VCR.
I could say so much more - but you get the picture.
She is made of some strong stuff - doesn't mince words. You will definitely know where she stands and how she feels..
I will miss her more than she knows.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
How to find a teenage girl.....
Just follow the trail....
Start with the pink flip flops by the door
Next you will find the opened purse & yearbook on kitchen table
Look closely, you will see the hair brush on the counter to the left of above table
Belt in hallway
One glass and one plate in one room - "just watching TV mom" (she is not even in the room)
Three shirts, one pair of shorts, one pair of capri's, and one pair of jeans on the floor in bedroom - "just had to try them on to see what they looked like." Don't forget the two shirts.
Phone stretched across room - nope, she's not there.
Travel back down hallway, disregard washcloth used to take off makeup - she must be in bathroom, nope - but did find my lotion.
Living room - ah ha - computer. She is chatting. A friend of hers is doing drugs -she is upset - it is upsetting to me - how close it is to my daughter.
Maybe the pink flip flops by the door aren't so bad after all.
Just follow the trail....
Start with the pink flip flops by the door
Next you will find the opened purse & yearbook on kitchen table
Look closely, you will see the hair brush on the counter to the left of above table
Belt in hallway
One glass and one plate in one room - "just watching TV mom" (she is not even in the room)
Three shirts, one pair of shorts, one pair of capri's, and one pair of jeans on the floor in bedroom - "just had to try them on to see what they looked like." Don't forget the two shirts.
Phone stretched across room - nope, she's not there.
Travel back down hallway, disregard washcloth used to take off makeup - she must be in bathroom, nope - but did find my lotion.
Living room - ah ha - computer. She is chatting. A friend of hers is doing drugs -she is upset - it is upsetting to me - how close it is to my daughter.
Maybe the pink flip flops by the door aren't so bad after all.
Exhaustion just about covers it....
My son has been sick since Saturday. 1st trip to doctor was on Sunday - 2nd trip today. Thought it was strep - nope just a virus -but it is not going away. We were told to wait about a week or so - then go back next week if he is not better for more extensive bloodwork - (other than prick on finger) He does have an ear infection in both ears though.
He feels terrible. We've both been up since 4:00. I am exhausted. Fortunately I did not have to wait long for the antibiotic for his ears, unfortunately said medicine cost me about $159. Yes that is with my insurance.
My son has been sick since Saturday. 1st trip to doctor was on Sunday - 2nd trip today. Thought it was strep - nope just a virus -but it is not going away. We were told to wait about a week or so - then go back next week if he is not better for more extensive bloodwork - (other than prick on finger) He does have an ear infection in both ears though.
He feels terrible. We've both been up since 4:00. I am exhausted. Fortunately I did not have to wait long for the antibiotic for his ears, unfortunately said medicine cost me about $159. Yes that is with my insurance.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
So, my dear, where are they?
My 14-year old daughter told me and my friend D.C. yesterday that she read this little fact...
(I have no idea if it is true or who is her source..but it is food for thought)
Here we go...
"50% of the U.S. population is made up of single people."
Okay...D.C. and I looked at each other, and we pretty much thought the same thing (Scary thought)
Where the heck are they?
I will narrow it down for you....
They are not at the football and soccer fields...
They are not in line at Walmart or Kroger...
They are not in the car...(this is where I spend 50% of my time or so it seems.)
They are not at my work.
They are not in the drop off line at the school.
They are not at the Pediatrician's office.
They are not at the hobby store - you would think so...because everyone puts together last minute projects....right?
They are not in my living room waiting for me at 10:30 at night...because everyone is finally sleeping...and I have 15 minutes of quiet time before I pass out.
Since D.C. and I are from the same home town, graduated from the same high school, go to the same church...it is safe to say...they are not in our town, from our school or go to our church.
Can you see where I am going with this? Heck yeah, we want to date..some time...but who has time?
Geesh.
My 14-year old daughter told me and my friend D.C. yesterday that she read this little fact...
(I have no idea if it is true or who is her source..but it is food for thought)
Here we go...
"50% of the U.S. population is made up of single people."
Okay...D.C. and I looked at each other, and we pretty much thought the same thing (Scary thought)
Where the heck are they?
I will narrow it down for you....
They are not at the football and soccer fields...
They are not in line at Walmart or Kroger...
They are not in the car...(this is where I spend 50% of my time or so it seems.)
They are not at my work.
They are not in the drop off line at the school.
They are not at the Pediatrician's office.
They are not at the hobby store - you would think so...because everyone puts together last minute projects....right?
They are not in my living room waiting for me at 10:30 at night...because everyone is finally sleeping...and I have 15 minutes of quiet time before I pass out.
Since D.C. and I are from the same home town, graduated from the same high school, go to the same church...it is safe to say...they are not in our town, from our school or go to our church.
Can you see where I am going with this? Heck yeah, we want to date..some time...but who has time?
Geesh.
Happy Birthday To My Baby....
Yes, I know he is 9- years old today. But he is my baby.
What can I say about him?
He is funny - he loves to tell a joke and loves to hear jokes.
He loves everything army ---- he is an encyclopedia of miscellaneous facts.
He is the only one who can be mean to his sister - so future dates - you are warned.
He can eat a hamburger every day - doesn't matter if he had a 5 course meal - he will want a hamburger afterwards. Prefers my mother's over any one's - with the bun warmed in the microwave for 30 seconds - and no he doesn't like it toasted. (no, he is not the least bit spoiled)
Loves, loves, chocolate ice cream. It is a food group in our house, right up there with hamburgers and ketchup.
He had real curly hair up until 4 years ago - his hair was ringlets - awwwwwwww.
He is going to be a big man - as far as height, shoulder width...and he will be strong.
He plans on me living next door to him and babysitting his kids - he will pay me $20 a week, build me a house and buy me a car (A Burgundy Altima) Hope his wife won't mind.
He like to go fishing.
He cries when he hears of a soldier being hurt or killed.
His favorite shows are Mail Call, Crocodile Hunter, anything that can be found on Discovery and History Channel.
Really understands Yugio and Pokemon cards - and has zero patience for his mother and sister, who do not.
He opens my car door.
He takes forever to wake up on school mornings...but will wake up at ungodly hours on the weekends.
He is taking forever to "learn" to tie his shoes - I think it is more laziness.
He likes to take long baths.
I truly believe he will be successful in life - he is driven - does not give up easily.
Happy Birthday SHM!
Love,
Momma
Yes, I know he is 9- years old today. But he is my baby.
What can I say about him?
He is funny - he loves to tell a joke and loves to hear jokes.
He loves everything army ---- he is an encyclopedia of miscellaneous facts.
He is the only one who can be mean to his sister - so future dates - you are warned.
He can eat a hamburger every day - doesn't matter if he had a 5 course meal - he will want a hamburger afterwards. Prefers my mother's over any one's - with the bun warmed in the microwave for 30 seconds - and no he doesn't like it toasted. (no, he is not the least bit spoiled)
Loves, loves, chocolate ice cream. It is a food group in our house, right up there with hamburgers and ketchup.
He had real curly hair up until 4 years ago - his hair was ringlets - awwwwwwww.
He is going to be a big man - as far as height, shoulder width...and he will be strong.
He plans on me living next door to him and babysitting his kids - he will pay me $20 a week, build me a house and buy me a car (A Burgundy Altima) Hope his wife won't mind.
He like to go fishing.
He cries when he hears of a soldier being hurt or killed.
His favorite shows are Mail Call, Crocodile Hunter, anything that can be found on Discovery and History Channel.
Really understands Yugio and Pokemon cards - and has zero patience for his mother and sister, who do not.
He opens my car door.
He takes forever to wake up on school mornings...but will wake up at ungodly hours on the weekends.
He is taking forever to "learn" to tie his shoes - I think it is more laziness.
He likes to take long baths.
I truly believe he will be successful in life - he is driven - does not give up easily.
Happy Birthday SHM!
Love,
Momma
Friday, May 04, 2007
Field trip
I went on a field trip with my son this week. To a Children's Museum.
Every class went - it felt like 5,000 children were there. I am pretty sure there were 5,000 children were there - if only in spirit.
Someone asked me how it went. I said it was okay, except for all the kids.
He reminded me..."Becky, it was a field trip from school to a Children's Museum, what did you expect?"
I don't really know.
How funny.
To A.B and her daughter...
My friend, A.B. received a post card in the mail addressed to A.B and her daughter. Inviting them to compete in a beauty pageant.
She doesn't have a daughter. She has three sons.
(before I go on, A.B. is one of the funniest people I have ever met)
She asked her husband, if he had something to tell her.
He said something along these lines "it seems to me, you have something to tell me."
They are still laughing.
MY FRIENDSI have written before about my friends. I love my friends. I would love for all of them to meet - just to have them in the same room at the same time would be really cool. (Hey I have a couple of years until my 40th - that's an idea-I could start planning now, and maybe everyone could work it into their schedule!)
Most of my friends tell me I am funny - but I have a secret to share, they all make me laugh.
The Brighton Babes - the original group of Friday night single moms eating cookie dough as our kids played. Of the original, I am the only one still single...the traitors. For my birthday one year, they gave me the gift of a long uninterrupted hot bath,as my kids played with their kids. That was one of my best b'days ever. To my dearest friends, thank you for always being there for me. I love you S.D & L.G.!
Single group friends - I am part of a singles group at church. A mixture of guys and gals. I cannot tell you how much they mean to me. We are there for each other. Honest and open. I can't imagine a single week without them.
Friends from work-I have made friends at every job I've held - some I still see today and talk to regularly. The others when I run into them - it is like coming home. (does that even make sense?)
Friends met through other friends and kids-I have a friend, who was there through the thick of my divorce and she went through a hard time also. It was perfectly natural for us to be on the phone or knocking on the other's door in our pj's, kids in tow at 1:00 in the morning. We met at dance. Our daughter's took dance - and we just clicked. It helps that we both like George Strait - and hold to the promise, what happens at a George Strait, stays at George Strait. Nope, you did not see us standing in chairs screaming at the top of our lungs - that was someone else. Through this friend, I met one of my closest friends---you see how it works. But to T.W & J.H. I am blessed to know you.
I met D.C. through church and kids - we will be in laws one day - living together like the Golden Girls - but we can't decide who gets to be Blanche! We talked last night and I felt better about my day. Thanks for being you!
I met M.H. through work - he is a sweetheart and appreciates all the small things in the world.
My blog friends. Who would have thought it? I cannot imagine not keeping up and talking with Missouri Becky. Now I have friends across the ocean - it is good to know single parent madness is universal.
Then there is Precious, a most cherished friendship. Over 20 years. We will have a standing date - when we are older, retired and have doctor appointments all the time, we will drive each other, go to the Piccadilly (restaurant) and eat jello squares.
I have said it time and time before, I foster strange relationships, and there are some friendships I don't understand - because we are so different - but that is a good thing. But all my friends are so valuable and important to me. I appreciate you all.
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