Due to a breach in trust, this blog will no longer be updated. If I choose to continue blogging, I will contact each of my dedicated readers individually to give details of my new location. Thank you all for your years of dedicated readership. I hope what remains of this blog can still possibly help those families with fxs see that real life can still happen after a diagnosis.
I love this season!! It is by far my favorite one. If it wasn’t for visitation schedules I would have had an autumn wedding. And people say that love blooms in spring. Not me! My heart blooms in fall. And of course, I met my hubby in the fall. In my mind fall is the season for reorganizing, refocusing, cleaning, etc. Maybe it’s the subconscious feeling of prepping for the winter. I hope good things happen this autumn .
Rachel was sitting on my bed this evening while I was putting on my sweats. I noticed she kept stealing glances at me. Finally, I had to bust her. “What are you looking at kid?”
“Nothing, Mom,” she replied, “Just trying to get used to my future.”
Tonight is the homecoming dance. Since Austin is a freshman this is his very first high school dance. He has asked a girl and everything. He is rip-roaring to go.
We had a family meeting on Tuesday and we reiterated curfews. All of Lauren’s, until this year, her senior year, have been at 11:00 p.m. So we made Austin’s the same even though the dance is done at midnight.
When we wrap up a family meeting we let the kids voice how much we sucktheir opinions on what we had talked about. No one usually speaks up except Lauren. And usually she doesn’t want to but she says something to the effect that we won’t listen and then we make her say what is on her mind. Darn child will never learn .
We were very surprised when she said that she felt that our curfew for Austin was not fair. Do wha-huh!? Not what we expected at all. She felt that after watching him meld so easily and smartly into the high school culture that he should be allowed to stay til it ended. She felt that he was much smarter than her when navigating through it all and should have that privilege. I can’t say that either of us could disagree but we also wanted to give all 4 kids the same rules. But since she had a valid point and was right we are allowing Austin to stay until midnight.
But here is the kicker ~ when we told Austin he was not impressed.
“Why did you do that!?” he asked her. “Now I have to come up with one more hour of conversation with my date.”
Poor Lauren. Even when she tries to do good she still doesn’t get it right. We love her though. She tries
Many people would think I am 100% completely insane. And they may be right. But I was stoked beyond belief to finally find….
MY 1ST GRAY HAIR!
Yes, I did say stoked. All of my friends have been finding their first and I’m sitting here like, “um, yeah, I feel so bad for you.” “Sure I understand.” We all knew I didn’t have a clue. So, it’s kinda like when a girl starts having her periods. She is excited to be in “the club” but at the same time hating how much it sucks!
And so of course, I had to save the hair. So, I’m hoping the wives tale about pulling a gray hair isn’t true I stuck it between two pieces of tape, dated it and put it in my keepsake box.
My family is on the verge of finding me a padded room at this very moment.
I’m sure that you noticed that my twins are obviously not very twin-like. But they are from the same litter even though they look nothing alike. They don’t look anything like their momma either.
We got them by pure incident. Yes, I said incident. We were set up. My father-in-law has a ’91 Ford pickup. My brother-in-law sorta inherited it. He was using it for his landscaping business. In the last couple of years he has bought two more trucks. One he uses for the business and one he uses for personal stuff. Since he didn’t need a third he offered to GIVE it to my husband.
My initial thought: Nothing is ever free. I told my hubby, who was ecstatic, that it was awesome but what was the catch. He swore that there was no catch. They just wanted to keep the truck in the family. Uh-huh.
The day arrived for my hubby to go get the truck. I dropped him off in all his bubbly glory. I was happy that he was getting it, but us women get these gut feelings, ya know.
He was gone a long time but I figured he was learning about the bugs of the truck and hanging out with his parents. On his way home he called me.
“Honey, I bringing home some cats.”
“Before you say anything, we are only going to keep 1 and the rest I’m taking to the pound.”
Apparently, this stray cat arrived at my in-laws. My sis-in-law named her Myra. She was very lovey but skinny as a rail. They had no clue she was pregnant until waa-lah, there were kittens in the shed that she was nursing. They got Myra and her five kittens over to the garage. They knew right away they couldn’t keep her & the kittens because they already have a ton of cats there. And we all know that my husband is a sucker for animals!
By the time they stuck their claws into my husband they had managed to get rid of two of the kittens. When Kevin showed up they were in a box and not very happy. There were really feral.
Well, to make a long story short, Momma kitty wound up at the pound because our original cat, Winter, was beating her up. She had horrible abrasions all over her. And one of the kittens, we dubbed Indiana Jones, was just to feral to make it in our crazy house. It needed a home where she was it and our house wasn’t like that. So we were left with two.
The black kitty is basically Austin’s. He named it Doom-a-geddon. I call her Doomy. She was pretty feral at first but we got her adjusted pretty well. She is still skittish about going outside but she is getting there.
The multi-colored kitty is Rachel’s. His name is Brave Heart. Out of all the cats he was the one who had no problems with people or other animals. We tease him about being a momma’s boy because he is always stalking me and wanting loves from me.
So now we have 3 dogs, 3 cats, 2 turtles and a milk snake. Oh and 4 kids.