Archive for July, 2008

So, before I bust out in tears again, I need to share something very sweet that happened to me last night.   Freckles had a little headache and wasn’t feelin to hot (probably cuz he wasn’t ready to go home either, and he knew it was his last night here) so he took a couple aspirin.   About 30 minutes later, he mentioned it was still there.   I offered him a drink of my tea.  (It was a perfect and proper cup mind you…) 

I’d like to think of this post looking a little something like this…so you imagine it just like this too, will ya?  

“Mmmm, this is good” he said to me.  (How cool is that?)  So I told him he could finish it.  I like to share that way.  And because I love having something in common with him.   He is 12, and he is a boy, so sometimes that’s a little tough, since I’ve raised a girl all these years.

After he’d finished that (my) cup.  I asked him if he’d like another.   “Mmmm-humm” he said.   That’s 12 year old boy speak (I think) for ”yes please”.  

If you couldn’t guess, I ate that up! 

I made us both a cup.   His I returned to him, in one of (his) Great Grandma B’s Noritake Amarillo Bone China Tea Cup, and  saucer…with a shortbread biscuit.   How fun is that?????

 

 

Then this morning when I was helping him pack, I asked him if he wantd me to send him home with a couple tea bags, and the directions for a “Proper Cup”.   The reply I got….”Mmmm-humm”.  

Whoooopeeeeeeee!

That cute young man, not only got some tea bags, and the directions, but also the rest of my box of Shortbread too! 

How could I resist?  You’re right, I couldn’t!

I had absolutely no idea that putting Freckles on a plane back to his “little town” would break my heart like it did.   We’ve done it before, why did this time seem 100 times worse?

We stopped for a bite to eat on the way to the airport, make sure we didn’t send him home hungry…and while we were just sitting there visiting it hit me, like a ton of bricks!   The tears started welling up in my eyes (like they are now) and I was trying to fight them off.   I couldn’t!   I got up quickly from the table and booked it to the ladies room.  

I gained my composure, and went back to the table. 

I kept thinking “Why couldn’t they just bring my food…then I’d have something else to think about”…and all of a sudden, they started again!  What in the world is wrong with me????   Anyway, then Freckles asked what was wrong.    I didn’t want to tell him…but I had too.

We finally made it to the airport, and down to the gate.   The nice attendant called his name, and we had to say our goodbyes.   Waterworks again-I am a wreck!   Once again, I ask you…We’ve done it before, why did this time seem 100 times worse?

I am not the only one struggling, Hubby really is missing his kid, and wishing that we could have kept him longer…he’s already trying to work out how we can possibly get him for Thanksgiving or Christmas.   I know this is wearing on him, but his emotions are not as visible as mine are.   I wish there was something I could do for him. 

BabyAm is so used to being the “only child” most of the time, and while Freckles was here, she had someone else to visit with, laugh with, and help her gang up on us!  I think she really enjoyed having him here.   And I know she’s going to miss him too.  

So…Freckles honey!  We miss you terribly!  Don’t forget to text us!  LOL

More “Deep Thoughts” by Steph Handy 


(Just kidding-had to add a little humor in there!) 
And if you didn’t get it…*sigh*…bummer!

 

Unconditional Love is:

  • When your husband doesn’t laugh at you when you sneeze snot everywhere.
  • When your kids tell you they love you, even when they are in trouble.
  • When you can tell your kids you love them and forgive them, even when they have done the unspeakable.
  • When you have shared all your secrets with your spouse, and though you feel like you have nothing left that is just “yours” that you don’t feel empty, you feel full.
  • When you have bad news to share with your spouse, and they discuss it with you, instead of yell at you. 
  • When you and your spouse deal with the bad news together, even when neither of you want to.
  • When you believe your marriage is like having a team-mate instead of an opponent.

I didn’t continue, but I surely could, because I would like to hear from you…

What is unconditional love to you?

I’m really struggling with why people find it necessary to LIE, you know stretch the truth, exaggerate, or tell stories…whatever you want to call it, it’s still a LIE.  What possesses people to “have to be something” they are not?  To have to say they have more than they do?  To “one up” everyone around them?  

I am in NO way saying I have not done the same, however those lies never got me anywhere except trouble.   They did not bring respect, they did not bring in more friends, and they did not get me further up the food chain.   Several years back, I came to a point in my life where even the smallest of white lies (really, is there such a thing?) were impossible for me to tell.   I am still not as forward as I would like to be, but it’s slowing coming.  

It’s so hard to teach your children the importance of honesty, if you can’t illustrate it yourself.  Which brings me to my next question; how is it possible that there are parents out there that are still not teaching their children this?  Is it just not important enough to them?   Do they seriously not hear the garbage their kids are spewing?  Do they not care?   Do they figure that they will leave it up to their teachers, or better yet, someone else’s parents?   I don’t know about you, but I have my hands full with just one full-time kid…and a part-timer.   I do NOT have time to parent someone else’s child.

But I want to.  

Someone needs to, if it’s not their parents (or family) who is it going to be?   I think we have enough people in this world that have not been taught properly as children, so they go into adulthood with absolutely no clue.   Of course thinking they know it all…absurd isn’t it?   I’m still learning things daily (hourly to be completely honest—since this is what it’s all about) and I’ve been on my own for 20 years now. 

I shake my head in disbelief so often lately because I see it everywhere.   But right now, this issue is so close to home, it’s making me angry.   Angry that not only does it affect BabyAm, but it’s affecting Hubby and I, as well—in different ways. 

Hubby and I have both experienced LIARS, and we’ve both experienced a couple of the same exact LIARS, more than once in our lives.  The thing we notice the most about the ones that we’ve come in contact with, then and now is that they BELIEVE their own lies.   How can the real truth escape you…forever in some cases?   These people tell lies, even when the truth would sound better.   I don’t see the point, and I don’t think I ever will.  

“The truth will set you free”.   We say that a lot in our house, when it’s needed, and when we’re joking too.   Another thing we say is “God knows your lying (even if I don’t)”.   Are we out of our cotton pickin mind that lying is so NOT acceptable, in ANY case?   No, I don’t want anyone to tell me that I’m fat, even if it were the truth, but when I am faced with something like that, I remember the wise words of Thumper; “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all”.   That is not lying.

I guess where I’m going with this rant, is that I really feel that our children are our future (yes that’s cliché) and I would really like to save the world (and our kids) from a reckless, hateful, untrustworthy , chauvinistic, racist, and prejudice future.   

This song just came to my mind, I figured I could link to it, but if you’ve read this far…I’d really like you to read these lyrics (even if you’ve read them/heard them before).   Really says a lot, about how I’m feeling about the way that some kids are being parented (or not parented is really the case).

Where is the Love – Black Eyed Peas


What’s wrong with the world, mama
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’allPeople killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain’t the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong
Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin’ really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercover
The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’all

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

 

Telling isn’t it?  I told BabyAm this afternoon, after a very tough conversation with one of these kids–who has a lot of truth that still needs to be told (especially to BabyAm), that I didn’t know if I had it in me to “Parent” one more kid.  Mind you, this kid has NEVER had anyone sit and have a conversation with him, let alone a tough conversation  like we had, while still trying to show him some respect and not beat him down.  

We (Hubby and I) know it’s not our job to parent him.   Really we do.   I just am broken hearted that he’s not getting what he needs and he’s going to be old enough to walk out the door and face the music without any knowledge of how to function properly.  

Shouldn’t we try to do something?

Nothing of serious significance has happend really, so I’ve just not felt like boring you all.   I will tell you that I do plan on taking some “me time” this next few days to sit and blog about some things that have been on my mind lately.

Hey friends and family….

You gotta go to visit “Something Funny Happened Today” and check out her new blog carnival!  It’s called Word of Mouth Monday!

It’s basically your favorite products, that you don’t get paid to tell people about!   If you didn’t make it this week to participate…you gotta make sure to do it next week! 

I posted a link about TeJava!

After doing the usual Sunday morning house cleaning with the music blaring, and after BabyAm finished up her last bit of weekend homework…we decided the kids needed to “get out”!

Arcade games, A roller coaster simulator, minature golf, laser tag, bumper boats, and go-karts!  Here’s a few fun pictures!

Go-Karts first of course!

Then Bumper Boats last! – Goin out with a Splash…
And VERY wet clothes!

But seriously, we all had alot of fun, and realized we should do it much more often!   I hope it’s not several years before we go back, because after all, we’re only about 3 miles from this laughter and excitement!

First Tomato from our Vegetable Garden – LOL

Hubby likes the Wii, just as much as the kids! 
Were there any doubts?  Not from me!

Homework into the late hours of the night…
Continues to pay off!

Ruinscape must be more fun than homework or Wii…
Especially when playing with friends from home!

Talkin on the phone, it’s not just for girls anymore!
But is it a girl on the other end?   Nah!

Thanks (and big PROPS!) to my Hubby and Freckles, who went on a fresh produce extravaganza search this morning, because they stopped and got me a surprize!  

My very first, and very own CASE of…well, see for yourself!

They obviously weren’t afraid of the “SUV Police” at the Co-op!   LOL  Hubby even said that even though he knew he should ORDER the case, which is what Mrs. Potts was asked to do (when she depleated their stock-LOL), thankfully they had a full stocked shelf and he asked the nice guy if he by chance had a case…and he was happy to look and bring one out!  (I’m so glad I know that Mrs. Potts has her cases already, so I know we didn’t steal hers!!!!)   Hubby also said the lady who checked them out was very sweet and gave him the “member” price!   Wooo Hoooo!!!!  

Since I was not home when they arrived, he took a picture of the case for me and texted it to my phone!   I looked forward to a bottle all afternoon after that.   And then just before dinner, as I was pouring a glass (because he chilled two bottles for me), he said to me, with a very serious look on his face, “Honey, I don’t see what the big deal is, it tastes just like the iced tea that you make”.   I assured him that no, it did not…and that it was made with pure black tea and water…no preservatives, and NEVER a bitter taste that homemade iced tea has.  I think at that point, he just humored me and my new addiction and left it alone.  LOL

You see, before my Surprise CASE today, I was getting pretty jealous of Mrs. Potts, because after I finished the bottle she so nicely gave me last week, and I savored it…I decided I really needed my own bottle(s).   Because I didn’t have the same luxury as she did (a stash in the pantry).

The very sweet and funny “Tea-Snob” sent me an email yesterday afternoon at 3:30 taunting me, and saying this:  (Please don’t kill me for talking about you, and quoting you Mrs. P)

Just want you to know I have held off as long as I can –  I am going through withdrawal.  Time to hit the bottle!  Tea Java bottle I mean.

Is she not just a riot?!  This email really began earlier in the morning when we had discussed starting our own “Anon” Group.  Not “AA”, not “NA” but instead “TA” (Tea Drinkers Anonymous).   We could start off each meeting by introducing ourselves, “Hello, my name is Steph and I’m addicted to Tea.   I got HOOKED by a friend, and she’s been introducing me slowly to each tastey morsel of paraphernalia over time, including biscuits and, to top it off, also got me addicted to the bottle!  I am here because if I don’t get some help, I will end up being a full blown “Tea Snob”.

Yes, I do think a “TA” Group is inevitable, and necessary.  Mrs. P….would you like to come up with the prerequisites to joining?  And we’ll get started?  LOLOLOL

I’m off to enjoy another SWIG of my “JUICE”…and prepare you for some random info/pics.

My dear friends and family, this post is dedicated to some of my favorite foods.  Shellfish.   I would like to share a little bit about the impact they made on my life.   For the sake of time, I’ll just share about one of my very favorite of these mollusks.   Clams.   Clams, steamed perfectly in water, some white wine, and butter.  Then seasoned just ever so slightly with a squeeze of lemon for good measure, that is how I will try to remember them.   They were a special treat.

 

 

Clams made me the happiest when we had them as a family, sitting around the table talking about how big they were, how plump they were and how fresh they were.   I do remember the good times that we shared at a little “hole in the wall” restaurant, known for their Clam Dinners.  But recently Hubby discovered we had a specialty fish market just downtown and could get about 4 times the amount of clams for the same price, so it’s been even more fun watching him prepare them for us at home, with love.

 

We all have been very close to Clams, well Shellfish in general…Crab, Lobster and Shrimp too…they are just such a luxury.   I am sure that the rest of the family will continue to enjoy their company when they can, but I will definitely not be able to taste their magnificent flavor again.

 

RIP my dear Shellfish passion.   I must bid you a very quick goodbye,  I can no longer appreciate the violent sickness you bring into my life.   After all the compliments I have given you, I am no longer given the same courtesy.   Wednesday night was the last straw, and I would prefer to keep the wicked porcelain god at bay as long as I possibly can.

 

You will be greatly missed.