I miss my son

I want my boy back. A month has been plenty of time for me to get over his 12 year old attitude. I am ready for him to come back home. Yes I was wrong. I thought I would be glad for him to spend the summer with his mom. Well I am not. I am missing him. Although I will say that I didn't start missing him right away like I usually do, it took a few weeks, I guess I was needing a slight break. Don't all parents of tweens need a slight break? He will be coming back home this weekend. He was bored at his Mom's and ready to come back home. Plus he has homework. Yes in the summer he still has it, welcome to preparatory school, he better get into freaking Harvard. Wait never mind I take that back, he better get a scholarship to Harvard, cause you know I ain't going to pay for it. I really wonder if I will survive raising these kids? I mean I doubt it will outright kill me, I just think I might be mentally done for and just sit and drool on myself, instead of enjoying my hard earned freedom.

Seasonal Depression

I have heard that people get depressed in the Winter. Well I think here in the South we get depressed in the summer. Its hot as hell and you can't do anything outside that doesn't involve sitting in water. Your kids are home and driving you nuts. Your power bill is $300 from the A/C running nonstop. There is kool aid and popsicles melting and sticking to everything you touch. Your car is like a oven every time you get in it. You get a sunburn every time you walk outside to check the mail. It used to not effect me as much. I don't know if its because I have less tolerance for it or if because the economy and gas prices have made it to hard to really do anything so you are stuck at home for the most part. I know there is a Alan Jackson song called the Summertime Blues and I think the man was on to something. Its a miserable, hot, depressing summer.

Feel like a taco?

Well if you do, don't go to my fav Mexican restaurant for lunch. They have been overrun by a bad case of stupidity. Taylor and I walk in for lunch and there is one other person waiting. She is seated and Taylor and are still standing there. Finally after looking at us about 4 times the hostess comes back over and says oh are you not with her? Um no that's why I am still standing here. So she seats us. Then we proceeded to get the dumbest waitress on earth. She shows up and says what do you want? Not what can I get you to drink, not can I take your order, but what do you want? Well for starters I want another waitress. But no I didn't say it because I have a fear of spit in my food. So we order and things are all good. Taylor and I are eating chips and salsa and our food comes out really fast. Then it gets ugly really fast. My tortillas are cold and hard. I am incapable of eating my steak fajitas with out my tortilla, and dammit I am paying for it so I want it right. Well the waitress is no where to be seen. As I sit and watch my fajitas go from sizzling to cold and forming grease clots I am seething. The waitress finally comes over and asks if I want my check, I nicely tell her about my tortilla problem. So she goes oh I wondered why you weren't eating. Oh my fucking god! Did she really just say this? Taylor and I had been watching for her but never seen her. Where the hell was she, in a office watching me on closed circuit television? I just about lost it right then and there. So she brings me some warm tortillas for my cold fajitas. I am telling you there is a bad case of stupidity and it's effected everyone at this restaurant. I am going to have to start going back to Chili's for lunch where the people are a little more intelligent and they open 30 minutes sooner anyway.

Only in Alabama

Only in the great state of Alabama can you go to the beach, plant your butt down on the sand, dig your toes in, and enjoy looking at the oil rigs. Yes from the beach you can see freaking oil rigs. I have never seen such shit in my life. Makes me want to jump on the next thing rolling back to Florida where we keep our oil rigs out of view from the beach and our water is clearer, atleast on the gulf side.

Friends

Sometimes in our lives things happen to us that are unthinkable. How we deal with these things and the people who help us deal with them are very important. I had such a situation come up and it really shows you who your real friends are. My friends are the people who held me up when I was falling down, who don't judge me, who stick up for me, who worry for me. I am not close to family so my friends here basically are my family. I am proud to say that my friends are good ones. I am lucky to have such people in my life.

There are two kinds of people on this earth

There are dog lovers and dog haters. Dog lovers over look things like fur on everything, scratched paint on the back door, chewed furniture, dog crap in the backyard, drool, barking, snorting, snoring, and a dog in your bed every night. Then we have the dog haters, they despise all of the above. I am a dog lover. Guess what my husband is?

A little overwhelmed

I have been feeling a little overwhelmed with parenting lately. The mysterious 12 year old boy has pretty much beaten me down. I have no clue what to do with this child. He doesn't listen, like literally does not listen, he does not hear a thing I say. He defies me. He is lazy. I could go on for days. I just no longer trust him any further than I can throw him and guess what? He is taller than me and over a hundred pounds, I ain't throwing him no where! Then we have the daughter. Oh yes the innocent 11 year old. Wait did I say innocent? Well not for long. She asked me the other night when did I get my first kiss, and then proceeded to go into a rampage about how everyone has a boyfriend but her and she hasn't had her first kiss and she wants to know what it feels like. Do what? Has she lost her mind? I swear no one tells you this kind of stuff will happen when you leave the hospital with that sweet little baby. I am about ready to jump ship and let Mark deal with this mess. A dear friend once said to me as soon as my child is 11 I am leaving for Costa Rica. I don't want nothing to do with kids that age. Why didn't I listen to her? Her son is now 13 and she is still around, but I bet if I called her up and said I got plane tickets she would beat me to the airport. The bright side to this whole thing is that Ryan is only 5. I still have a few years to go before I get to do this all over again. I am leaving for the beach for a week so I wont be posting this week, not that I ever manage to keep it up anyway. I will be too busy trying to keep Taylor's lips to her self and Ryan from drowning. That child has never seen a body of water he would not jump into rather he can swim or not.