How to watch the game on Turkey Day

Today I have a guest blogger.....Mickey Garza.

Being from California means a lot of things but what it most likely means is a really pleasant Thanksgiving. The weather here is so nice all year round but in the fall you really remember why you stayed here in the first place. My mom lives about 2 hours away and she recently got Hughes Net California so she’s been constantly emailing me recipes she wants to try for Turkey Day, as she calls it, when we all come down in a couple weeks. All I really care about is having three kinds of pie and watching football all afternoon but you know, it’s going to be so nice at mom’s house (she lives on the water) we may even be able to go for a swim or something like that. I don’t know what my brother’s plans are but he and I play a pretty fun game of pickup football with the neighbors sometimes after the feast and if he’ll be there I should definitely try to get one of those up and running.

Did I misplace her????

Today....I am joining up with Mama Kat's Writing Prompts.



And the topic is - Write about the last item you looked for. Why did you need it?

I have not written on my blog a lot lately and this topic hit me since YESTERDAY.....I was hit with an overly protective Mommy moment. 


If you follow me...you know this year I am walking a whole new path....my daughter is in high school.  It's not that she went from Jr. High to high school.  No...were we live...it's K thru 8th grade...then high school.  That's a big damned step!  So, I am doing pretty good I think...don't ask my daughter tho  :)


But yesterday...I was late getting home because my lovely 6 year old son has been going to the older boys in the after school program and calling them names.  And when they call him a name back....he runs to the teacher and tattles.  Gotta love that Boy.  Can you see that this is exactly what happens at home between him and his older sister????  Anyway....I talk to the teacher...and talk to the boy while walking out of the school.  We meet the Principal along the way.  She asks how the boy is doing....I tell her about his lovely behavior....she has a talk with the boy.  Now, I have his attention.


So, on the drive home I talk...he listens.


I get home just minutes after the bus should have drop the girl off at home.  I walk in the house.  Hubby is at the door.  We talk about the boy, about his day....stuff.  As I walk thru the house...I notice the girls door is closed and ASSUME she is HOME.  Hubby and I continue to talk.....I look at the clock again.  It is now 13 minutes past the time the girl should be home.  

I ask Hubby if she is home??  He looks like he has no clue but walks down the hall to her room.  He knocks on the door and she is not in her room.  Minor panic

I get out my cell phone to text her...and see that she has texted me.  Bus is delayed because they are waiting for an ambulance to arrive.  AN AMBULANCE????  PANIC

I text back....asking why???


She texts back....that there was a kid beat up on her bus, he was unconscious.


By the time I was able to assess that I am on my way to where ever she is and will NOW pull her out of school and start homeschooling her....I get a text that she is almost home.  And I then hear the bus.


I am not a great waiter for someone to get home.  Anyone that knows me knows......I don't do late.  You will always be on time...or you will face the consequences.


On April 29, 1998 at 5pm...I was waiting for my first Hubby to get home from work.  The girl was a baby of 6 months old.  He was late.  I knew something was wrong but  I was not getting answers from those I was calling to find out where he was.  I eventually got my answer.


I got a knock on my door.  It was a Sheriff.  He asked me if I was the wife of..................  I still don't remember all of the event but I do know...he told me my Hubby was dead.


So, waiting is not easy for me. 


And I was also raised in a very violent area.  We had race wars, metal detectors before they were cool, Police greeted us as we entered our school and armed guards rode our buses.  School was tough.  You learned to survive or they ate you up.


So, I now live in a very small town in the foothills....away from big city nightmares, to raise my children.  And now...I had to face an incident that could have involved my child.  Her safety was compromised.  FRom her....I got an eye roll.  And that I freak out.


It's amazing what can run thru your mind in a very short time.  


She thinks she is just fine.  I am freaked and trying act natural.  I don't want her to be harmed by my overly protectiveness but also want her to understand the world of "what if's"

Truth or Consequences

Kids are back in school.

YES!  Nash was sick for 3 days....and Sophie apparently needed a day off.  So, instead of just saying Mom....I need a break............she pretended she was sick.

I don't mind if she needs a day from school.  From the chaos of teenagers....just don't lie about it.  She confessed yesterday after I got home from working in Nash's class and noticed that she was eating killer food for someone suffering from the stomach flu.  Then the confession was laid on the table.

She is a teenager now....she has to be responsible for her own actions.  If it gets out of hand...I will step in and correct it but not at this age and NOT a minor incident.

Altho....yes, I am smiling big now.....it came to her attention that she missed her mid-term in Geometry class and in French.  This morning...while I was making lunch for Nash and breakfast for Nash and I...Sophie informed me of the error.  She continued on that this was MY fault and next time.....force her to go to school.  Even if she is dying.

Oh, silly girl.  You can NOT have it both ways.  You can NOT make your decisions...and then when they are the wrong ones...blame the Mommy.  I continued on that now that she is in high school....going to school is now her responsibility.  I am not going to micromanage her life...like I have been asked not to do.  This is how we learn to make choices for ourselves.

If I can't make the fun decisions...I am not going to make the hard decisions until I absolutely have to.

One growing pain that I am enjoying a little.

Yep....the pitfalls of growing up and learning to be independent.

3 days home with Nash

The boy has been home sick with the stomach flu.  Never a good thing.

The 1st day was awful...lots of barfing, fever, and stress on me.  Children are cranky when they don't feel good.  And I was stressed out from having my foot hurt for now........weeks.

I do suffer from anxiety.  I know...shocking isn't it  LOL

Anyway....after one too many times of Nash not listening to me and slamming the door to his room.  I had had enough.  You would think I learned form last time we went thru this.............and Nash ended up with a cut over his eye from being behind the door when I opened it...hard.

So, this time...after he slammed the door...I waited until I heard the plop on the bed before I slammed open the door.  Now, we have a lovely hole in the wall from the door knob.  I guess I am slow learner...but it did feel good to release the emotion on the door.  Guess Nash is like his Mommy.

I hate Phineas & Ferb!

I am ready for Nash to go back to school.

I thought he was ready yesterday afternoon...then he barfed all over the trampoline.  Maybe jumping was not a good idea.  But then....an hour later his fever spiked again.  So, no trampoline today.

I did have to take him to WalMart with me this morning.  It was good to get out of the house.  I think he is better and can probably go back to school tomorrow.  He looks better.  He is a such a white boy that when he gets sick....OMG!  He really looks awful!

So, now we are watching Phineas & Ferb while I type away and work on a few online jobs.  Then I told him we will get the Halloween decorations put up.

I have enjoyed having Nash home...once he accepted that he was sick.  But, I am SO ready for him to go back to school!