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Friday, February 26, 2010

Who put you in charge?

"I must take issue with the term 'a mere child', for it has been my invariable experience that the company of a mere child is infinitely more preferably to that of a mere adult."  ~Fran Lebowitz~

Do any of you out there in blog-land have teenagers?  How they got to this big old age is beyond me.  They were once so tiny and utterly dependent on us.  Their eyes would follow us around the room and cry if we left it. So many frustrations abounded when they were little.  The time that was once ours was spent sopping up soggy diapers, and applying desitin to sore bottoms. Eyes of people with no kids that glared at  you in the store when they would wail for candy. Sneaking stealthily out the door so their haughty stares wouldn't bore a hole in your back. Once you become a parent you never look back. You raise them with the greatest of intentions, point their eyes and hearts in the right direction, then you just let go and pray.  The fierceness you feel as a parent is unparalleled, and protectiveness roils up inside of you til it wants to burst.  I've worked hard at letting this feeling not explode into the open.  My husband is a master at level-headedness.  If one of the kids comes home with a problem, he unfailingly gets them to talk about what really happened and what we can do to diffuse and solve the problem. I on the other hand, get emotionally tangled up into whatever hot mess is afoot in their lives.  

When I was a teenager I didn't have much self-confidence.  I second guessed everything I did, and lived to please others.  It was a sometimes lonely place to be.  I longed to be more confident.  I wanted to march into a room with my head held high, flip my hair, and sit down breezily.  I let others perpetuate this in me. When I met George, he saw in one fell swoop what  needed instilled in me, and went to work.  It takes a long time to help someone believe they are capable and worthy.  I love my husband immeasurably for the time and faith he's put into me.  

As of today, our kids exude self-confidence.  I believe they tell the truth, admit their faults, and never back down when it comes to a fight for what's right. Because of this there have been many instances that get them noticed -- and not always in a good way.  They are always the louder ones -- and the fearless leaders that I so wanted to be.  They are also the ones that get noticed first if something goes wrong. If ten kids are yelling in a group, Hunter is the one who will get yelled at.  He will be the first to point out, though, that he was wrong, but also put his two cents in as to why it happened.  They would make excellent lawyers.   My tongue still gets mostly tied in an argument, and I always think of a million things I shoulda-woulda-coulda said.

Hunter is my youngest and quite possibly my loudest kid.  Sweeter than sweet as a baby, he was always (and still is) the most good-natured of my three.  To a fault, he's my biggest helper, the first one with a smile, and the one to make me laugh if I'm mad. He is the Student Council president at his Jr. High,  middle school band president, and captain of his soccer team. He is also my comedian and this is mostly what gets him into trouble.  He's not into violence, and would be the first one to help if someone was in trouble.  I realize that I'm biased, but this is what I see in him.  I also know that he likes to have loud fun.  We have taught him respect, but sometimes, the loudness takes over.  This is called a boy trying to mature into a man.  

I have no tolerance for people with no children who tell me what I should do with my child.  If my child has done wrong, he will be dealt with.  Sometimes many times over dealt with -- until he learns.  Did you know that our brains our not fully developed until age 25?  This is a fact.  At forty-one years of age, I've grown a spine. I know what's right and wrong.  When I turned forty I knew that I would no longer take the crap this life and people sometimes want to throw at me.  Especially when the crap is misplaced, narcissistic verbiage pointed first at an 8th grader -- then his mother. Steel-nosed people that point their wordy, uncompassionate arrows at my door need not apply.  I've been through the mill with laws and all they entail.  I've cried a river and grown up five years ago along with my eldest daughter during her crisis.  She grew up, I grew up, and everyone involved grew up. We were made better people because of it.  A person in their thirties arguing with a jr. higher, copying and pasting their comments, then calling out his mother, is someone I won't deal with, tolerate, or respond to. Even my son, who was merely admitting his wrong and stating his opinion knows when to quit.  Who appointed you Sheriff of Holmes County?

"Arguing with fools proves there are two."  ~unknown~

   

Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Dukes of Berlin

Have you ever seen those cars that fly down the road, you know the ones, that are piled high with snow?  This morning,  I gingerly walked through the slush, taking care not to get my pink and red striped pajama pants wet, and hopped in the car. I was taking the kids to school (finally!).  Hunter had started the car for me, bless his heart, so that some of snow and ice would melt off.  Now, our driveway is a nightmare.  A good three feet of snow covers the narrow path that we park in, which is as we speak, turning to slush.  I'm not the kind of person that has ever had my car in a garage.  In the almost twenty years we've been married not one of our cars has ever seen the warmth of a garage.  We're always hacking and chipping away two feet of snow off the windshield, and using long-handled brooms to sweep the snow off the car roof or hood. We're snow hoodlums. This morning I told the kids we are leaving early so we can take a few attempts at getting out of the driveway.  George has been taking my four-wheel drive so he can maneuver the super high and snowy driveway where he is working.  This leaves me to go loco with his vehicle -- which does not have four-wheel drive.  So we're in the car, my pajama pants tucked in securely, and I try to pull out of my snowed-in parking spot.  Everyone knows when you pull out of snow to let the car go forward of it's own accord when you put it in drive.  It usually gets itself going.  Well, not today.  I had to spin those tires until a stream of mud and sleet was flying backwards towards my neighbors windows.  Sorry Dan and Mary --- I'll come wash them in spring.  After much straining, we managed to get in a position to take a run for the hill/driveway.  Smoke was 'a flying, and the kids were laughing and with much hot rodding I managed to pull out on to the road.  I looked like the General Lee after it flew through the air and landed.  Correcting the wheel we flew down the road.  Snow was blowing off the hood and roof of my car like a blizzard on crack.  The kids started laughing and I started laughing til the tears came .... and then I realized it.  We were that car.  The one we always say why don't they just clean off their car or something.  Watch out.  If you're car gets hit by a huge chunk of ice, it's just me -- cleaning off my car in this wicked winter wind. I made it back home and wearily parked the car haphazardly in the driveway.  I have to go back out later this afternoon for milk and bread.  This time I might just have jeans on. ;)

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Cabin Fever?

 I have never had cabin fever.  The kids have missed 5 1/2 out of the last 9 days of school -- ALL snow days.  The snow is now higher than my porch, and STILL I am not sick of the powdery goodness.  I've heard tell that the Farmer's Almanac is calling for a monster storm by the end of February, which yes, is next week. They are saying that it could top 20 inches.  This would make me surrounded by about 5 feet of snow.  I think I'm embracing the goodness.  All the more cozy to watch the Winter Olympics -- which by the way are struggling to keep good snow on the ground. 

I'm sitting here at my comp staring out the window at the blowing white stuff.  It's only lightly flurrying right now, but just won't let up.  On my mind this morning is my Belle.  I've just been thinking about her future after college, and the tools she will need to get where she wants to go.  I've always been a little more of a lenient parent, strict when I need to be.  My husband knows what she needs to hear to get her motivated.  She'll be needing a job this summer when she comes home, and he wants her to try and get something that will relate to what she's studying.  He wants me and her to think outside of the "restaurant-mentality" job search.  Look for internships, temp office jobs and so forth, he says.  He is so right, and if I can just shut my trap for two seconds and hear him, I will know what he says is wise.  Sometimes my tongue and brain speak for me before I listen. 

After this post, I'm sitting my tookus down to read for awhile.  I'm such a sucker for those bawdy Philippa Gregory books on long ago England.  All torn corsets and grubby fires burning shallowly for dirty-faced hopeful queen consorts.  That's just what I need after two weeks of getting ready for the Ashland Home & Garden Show.  I barely had time for myself -- and what this self needs is some face time with my book.  Take a gander at my quote below my header.  You all know I love you, but in the back of my mind, yes, I'm think about my book.  Ha.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Home & Garden Show




The second round of snow madness started this morning, bright and early. Steady snow is piling up and I can no longer make out the lines of my backyard. It's all swirly and drifted with peaks. I'm loving it because it gives me the chance to stay put and finish my projects. What projects, you ask? This Friday Feb. 12 & 13 I'm doing a Home & Garden show with Amish Country Living in Ashland, OH. Check out the info right here.

I've been working hard trying come up with some relevant items to sell. I haven't truly "made" things in awhile. I've gathered, gleaned, and slapped on paint to some lovely old junk. I'm actually creating a few things. I'm excited for this venture--we'll see how it goes. Can't wait to visit and and sell with my fellow ACL teammates, Tina Lawver and LeeAnn Miller. Should be big fun.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Snowpocalypse!


We're snowed in! I heard the term "Snowpocalypse" from my friend Tina Lawver -- and boy does it fit. Over 24" of snow has been dumped on my world since Friday afternoon.

I'm loving every minute of it. The beauty it has created is sometimes just astonishing. I'm so glad I went to the store to stock up on milk and bread. We've been eating, sleeping, and looking out the window.

George shoveled a path, but the there is so much more we don't know where to go with it. He didn't know what he signed up for when he married me and moved to Ohio. <3 He's the best.