My youngest son, Joe, is so sweet, so kind, and can be such a butt! The bad thing about that is he can be all of these at the same time. There just has to be something about the youngest child. You know, you're more chill with them, they get a car at 16, they get in trouble...kind of, and so basically they are spoiled. But I can only speak for Joe, he spoils me back. He is always the first one to call someone out if they say or do anything disrespectful to me. I love that in him, he is always out to help the "Underdog". It's the way he does this that can be seen as wrong, protective and loving, but just wrong.
I have so many stories of how he has done this, so I will only share a few. The first time Joe admitted to saying a bad word was in 4th grade. A friend of his told Joe that his mom said I was irresponsible. For the record I am not, I like to think of it as chill but with a side of hot. This all happened on the playground without any teachers around (thank you Lord). Joe's friend continues to say this to him until Joe just got so mad. Joe pushes the kid down to the ground, stands over him and says, "Well at least she isn't an asshole like your mom". I know, I know, not good behavior from Joe. But of course he isn't going to get in trouble for it. He was sticking up for me, and I thought is was cool. I would have done the very same thing, so I know where he gets his attitude. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
This other time I wasn't involved in, finally! Joe and the girls were fighting, the girls were at the top of the stairs and Joe was at the bottom. Right there this fight isn't fair, 2 against 1 not good odds for Joe. They are all yelling back and forth and yada, yada, yada, when the girls scream that Joe flipped them off. Unfortunately I wasn't the one who responded to this, Mike was. Mike doesn't like all of this giving the finger and language crap. That is what he calls it, "Crap" not bullshit or just shit..."Crap". But since Mike didn't see Joe flipping the girls off he let it go. All that did was escalate the fighting. Then from out of nowhere we all hear, "You guys can go f*$k yourselves". Where the heck did that come from? Mike marched right back into the entry way and took Joe to the kitchen sink. And as you can imagine the girls were laughing, which only made Joe more upset. Mike had Joe stick out his tongue and Mike slapped some "Soft Soap" on it. Then he made him sit in the dining room for 2 minutes. That had to be the longest 2 minutes ever.
At that time Joe was fair game, if you know what I mean. The girls would go look in the dining room at him then laugh and run away. It was so mean of them. Then Joe would cuss at them again, and he would get in trouble. This went on for so long that it started to get funny. The soap didn't teach Joe anything, he will still get caught giving the finger or cussing. What are you going to do?
So this afternoon I get a message from Joe and he got detention. He has only been in school for 2 weeks!!!!! I don't know what it is for, but I will find out. Maybe I will keep you posted.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
School Enrollment or School Scam....You Decide
First off let me say that I don't remember my parents having to pay fees for me to go to school. I watched the news the other day and the Shawnee Mission school district is getting their "panties in a bunch" because they will have to start paying fees at enrollment. Well, all I have to say is "Cry me a River". In Olathe we have paid a fee since my oldest started school. I will still have to pay that fee for another 6 years. The news said that the fee was a mandatory $75.00 in Olathe School District, well yeah we have that. But what the news forgot to mention are the fees for Room Mother $10.00, riding the bus $300.00, plus some other fees which add up to $25.00. So this year for my children to go to school the District's fee was $75.00, BUT we have yearbook and game passes also. So now, without clothes or school supplies the grand total to enroll my children was..............$495.00
If that doesn't shock you, well then we have the school supply list. I do have to say that my children love to go school supply shopping. I have no idea, but they do. Sarah-Kate says she loves the smell of new supplies...whatever floats your boat Sarah-Kate. Allie and Joe just like to spend money. They prefer the shopping for clothes rather than supplies. On the supply list they had the craziest stuff: stapler, stapler remover, post its, and other things. Luckily I had the girls with me because they knew what to get and what you can borrow from the school. Personally, I think with the school fees being that costly that we should not have to pay for supplies. But that is just me.
Do you remember the days that you could dress your children in anything YOU wanted them to wear. Now that they are older their fashion statements are a bit peculiar. I have no room to talk though, I used to wear long underwear under my skirts. But starting in about 6th grade I have noticed my kids get very "labelized". Name brand for this and name brand for that. I actually had Sarah-Kate go get a job at Hollister at the mall. We need all the discounts we can get. She is just happy to have a job, money, and now a car of her own. It's not the prettiest car, it is pink. But Mike calls it purple, he is wrong. The first car I drove was a 2-tone mustard color car. I wrecked it of course. My mom still talks about that car and how she loved it. I don't see me doing that with the PINK car.
But with this new school year we will have the same attitudes we had before. But one thing that won't be the same are my kids' teeth. They are either in braces or out of them, so they won't have the same teeth (which is nice). Another thing that won't change is that the girls will cry over boys, boys will try to beat each other in strength competitions, and you know that really doesn't change much when you grow up.
If that doesn't shock you, well then we have the school supply list. I do have to say that my children love to go school supply shopping. I have no idea, but they do. Sarah-Kate says she loves the smell of new supplies...whatever floats your boat Sarah-Kate. Allie and Joe just like to spend money. They prefer the shopping for clothes rather than supplies. On the supply list they had the craziest stuff: stapler, stapler remover, post its, and other things. Luckily I had the girls with me because they knew what to get and what you can borrow from the school. Personally, I think with the school fees being that costly that we should not have to pay for supplies. But that is just me.
Do you remember the days that you could dress your children in anything YOU wanted them to wear. Now that they are older their fashion statements are a bit peculiar. I have no room to talk though, I used to wear long underwear under my skirts. But starting in about 6th grade I have noticed my kids get very "labelized". Name brand for this and name brand for that. I actually had Sarah-Kate go get a job at Hollister at the mall. We need all the discounts we can get. She is just happy to have a job, money, and now a car of her own. It's not the prettiest car, it is pink. But Mike calls it purple, he is wrong. The first car I drove was a 2-tone mustard color car. I wrecked it of course. My mom still talks about that car and how she loved it. I don't see me doing that with the PINK car.
But with this new school year we will have the same attitudes we had before. But one thing that won't be the same are my kids' teeth. They are either in braces or out of them, so they won't have the same teeth (which is nice). Another thing that won't change is that the girls will cry over boys, boys will try to beat each other in strength competitions, and you know that really doesn't change much when you grow up.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Ouch!!! Not Again!!!!!
So I am going to try to type this post without any mistakes. I'm sure that won't happen though. See in February, 2011 I fell on the ice in our driveway and hit my head. I suffered a 2nd grade concussion which in turn ended up going into Post Concussion Syndrome. I don't have a very good short term memory, my speech is not the best, and I can't do math if my life depended on it. When I go to the doctor for my checkups I have to take an easy test to most, but I'm not like most anymore. My doctor will just ask me what day it is, who is the President, and so on. I get most of them wrong. But he is such a nice guy that he will tell me that I did great. But then he will in his polite way tell me I failed...Bummer!
The last time I took the test I failed, but I did improve. That was such a great day! Then some day last week, I don't remember when, I had a metal bar fall on my head. Here is what happened: the bar bonked my head, I threw up, I went to bed, and Mike made me go to the ER. The doctor there said that my eyes were severely dilated. I guess you couldn't see the brown, only the black pupil. So I went in for a CAT scan, no bleed, thank you Jesus. Then I went home. Someone had to be with me for 24 hours, and Mike had to work the next day. My mom volunteered to come over, and I have to admit there is nothing better then having your mom by your side when you're sick.
I'm back to square one. I have another severe concussion, and everything hurts. I am super tired, which I don't want to take naps during the day. I was waiting for my daughter at the mall to fill out some paperwork at Holister because she just got a job there. I was sitting in one of those wonderful leather chairs they have and fell asleep 3 TIMES!!! I had my phone in my hand and dropped it, that is what woke me up. There was this guy sitting next to me, and the only thing he said to me the whole hour was that I was snoring. It took everything in me not to say anything rude, so I just apologized.
We are going to see what happens next with the whole bruised brain thing. The kids continue to get out of their punishments. They will do something wrong and I will ground them from something. Then in an hour I will see them doing what I grounded them from. Then I will ask them, "Didn't I just ground you from that?". They will say no or say you grounded Blah Blah from this. And I don't feel up to interrogating them, so I let it go. I'm know it is wrong, but I have to carefully pick my battles. So, I will keep you posted on everything and if this contains wrong grammar I apologize. But if it contains not one error that is because I proof read this about 100 times. It only took my 3 days to write it....I was being sarcastic.
The last time I took the test I failed, but I did improve. That was such a great day! Then some day last week, I don't remember when, I had a metal bar fall on my head. Here is what happened: the bar bonked my head, I threw up, I went to bed, and Mike made me go to the ER. The doctor there said that my eyes were severely dilated. I guess you couldn't see the brown, only the black pupil. So I went in for a CAT scan, no bleed, thank you Jesus. Then I went home. Someone had to be with me for 24 hours, and Mike had to work the next day. My mom volunteered to come over, and I have to admit there is nothing better then having your mom by your side when you're sick.
I'm back to square one. I have another severe concussion, and everything hurts. I am super tired, which I don't want to take naps during the day. I was waiting for my daughter at the mall to fill out some paperwork at Holister because she just got a job there. I was sitting in one of those wonderful leather chairs they have and fell asleep 3 TIMES!!! I had my phone in my hand and dropped it, that is what woke me up. There was this guy sitting next to me, and the only thing he said to me the whole hour was that I was snoring. It took everything in me not to say anything rude, so I just apologized.
We are going to see what happens next with the whole bruised brain thing. The kids continue to get out of their punishments. They will do something wrong and I will ground them from something. Then in an hour I will see them doing what I grounded them from. Then I will ask them, "Didn't I just ground you from that?". They will say no or say you grounded Blah Blah from this. And I don't feel up to interrogating them, so I let it go. I'm know it is wrong, but I have to carefully pick my battles. So, I will keep you posted on everything and if this contains wrong grammar I apologize. But if it contains not one error that is because I proof read this about 100 times. It only took my 3 days to write it....I was being sarcastic.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Where Were You?????
My youngest daughter came home today from a 2 1/2 week stay at my sister's house in Winnetka, IL. I was so happy to see her get off that plane that I think I might have cut her air supply off. When I was up at the airport with my youngest son, Joe, we were looking at all of the different types of people. I was telling Joe how before 9/11 we were able to sit right in front of the gate door to welcome or send off our family members. And how Security hardly ever went through your items or pat you down. We were able to joke with the Security Officers about having a weapon and how we could even bring drinks on the plane. He just could not believe it. And then I realized how life has changed so much.
Our world will never be the same after that horrible day in September, 2001. I completely remember where I was that morning. I had just had knee surgery, and was stuck in bed. Mike was getting ready to leave for work, he stayed home a little longer that morning to take care of me. Mike was literally walking out the door when I yelled for him to come upstairs and watch on TV what just happened. We watched the TV together for awhile, but he went off to work. I asked him not to go, but he really did need to go.
I was watching the "Today Show", which is based in New York. Katie Couric was on the phone with another reporter. The reporter told Ms. Couric that a plane hit the tower, and Ms. Couric said something like..."Surely not, surely you're wrong. I'm sure this was an accident". Then another plane and another attack only this one was live on TV. That is when I think everyone got a sense that this was not an accident. We were under attack, but who would do this?
In my mind I was almost making myself believe this was an accident. I couldn't even wrap the thought around my head that there were passengers on the planes. I asked Mike if he thought there were innocent people on the planes, and he looked at me dumb-founded. I didn't want to believe it, and Mike would always protect me from truths like that. For example, if there was a dead animal on the side of the road he would always say the animal was "sleeping". I knew it was dead, but with Mike saying that my mind would be at ease somehow. This time he didn't "sugar coat" anything, and that is a scary thing when you're used to being "sugar coated".
Then the Pentagon was hit and then the plane went down in Pennsylvania, and with that the feeling of severe panic sets in. Where there children on the planes? Did we know anyone on the flights? What city is going to get hit next? When is this going to stop? I was watching TV but I wanted to stop, I couldn't. It seemed like the destruction and devastation from that day went on for days, months, and years. This was the day the United States lifestyles will be forever changed. My children will never know what it was like to fly before then. But...Mike, myself, and our children will be able to tell generations to come about..."Where we were" on that day. ...Where were you?
I don't know if it was just me, but I am so glad I'm not flying all the time. I am glad I stay home with the kids, and can be there for my family at all times. I have God and my husband to thank for that.
Our world will never be the same after that horrible day in September, 2001. I completely remember where I was that morning. I had just had knee surgery, and was stuck in bed. Mike was getting ready to leave for work, he stayed home a little longer that morning to take care of me. Mike was literally walking out the door when I yelled for him to come upstairs and watch on TV what just happened. We watched the TV together for awhile, but he went off to work. I asked him not to go, but he really did need to go.
I was watching the "Today Show", which is based in New York. Katie Couric was on the phone with another reporter. The reporter told Ms. Couric that a plane hit the tower, and Ms. Couric said something like..."Surely not, surely you're wrong. I'm sure this was an accident". Then another plane and another attack only this one was live on TV. That is when I think everyone got a sense that this was not an accident. We were under attack, but who would do this?
In my mind I was almost making myself believe this was an accident. I couldn't even wrap the thought around my head that there were passengers on the planes. I asked Mike if he thought there were innocent people on the planes, and he looked at me dumb-founded. I didn't want to believe it, and Mike would always protect me from truths like that. For example, if there was a dead animal on the side of the road he would always say the animal was "sleeping". I knew it was dead, but with Mike saying that my mind would be at ease somehow. This time he didn't "sugar coat" anything, and that is a scary thing when you're used to being "sugar coated".
Then the Pentagon was hit and then the plane went down in Pennsylvania, and with that the feeling of severe panic sets in. Where there children on the planes? Did we know anyone on the flights? What city is going to get hit next? When is this going to stop? I was watching TV but I wanted to stop, I couldn't. It seemed like the destruction and devastation from that day went on for days, months, and years. This was the day the United States lifestyles will be forever changed. My children will never know what it was like to fly before then. But...Mike, myself, and our children will be able to tell generations to come about..."Where we were" on that day. ...Where were you?
I don't know if it was just me, but I am so glad I'm not flying all the time. I am glad I stay home with the kids, and can be there for my family at all times. I have God and my husband to thank for that.
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