Don’t believe her

I’m going through my half blogs….

 

Police: Pa. couple spent windfall from bank error

BLOOMSBURG, Pa. —  A Pennsylvania couple is behind bars after police say they failed to call the bank when a glitch put an extra $175,000 in their account.

 http://www.foxnews.com/wires/2009Jan14/0,4670,ODDBankError,00.html

Are you kidding me Melissa Pratt ….do you honestly believe that Bullshit!  

 ”We’re not roofers by trade”; but I don’t think a roofer makes so much that he doesn’t keep track of his finances anymore; especially during a recession.

be thankful….

  ” I’m  thankful that our taxes should be much easier to figure out this year.” 

                                   We’ll be doing them ourselves; and since G’dad’s working and I appear to be the smartest one here right now….” I’m stuck doing them.”

       So, right now I”m thankful that….”we had less money to spend last year; making our taxes much easier for me to figure out this year.”

Inspiration

Alive and Kickin’

                                                                               It’s been a week since I’ve blogged…so I figured I better let the few faithful readers we have; know that “we’re still alive and kickin’.”

 We’re just extremely busy, trying to keep us “moving forward.’

 This Recession couldn’t have happened at a worse time for us. We weren’t financially prepared for our Retirement…let alone “Parenthood.”

G’dad has decided to go back on the road next week…”bills to pay.”

                                    My First ebay sale was successful ; My NeatReceipt ( that I had express shipped to me last year and paid over two hundred dollars for…so that I could use it one time) went to some lucky person, for 75.

          It took me two days and countless hours of editing to list that damn Neat Receipt; “I couldn’t just describe it” …. I wanted to “write about it.”

Well, it’s not my book, but adleast ”I’m writing about something.”

 

Reasons for the “whys”

” Things happen for a reason” …that’s what Drama said to me the other day.

                     At the moment, I don’t remember what she was doing when she said it ; but I remember her saying it; and with such an undeniable belief in that little voice of hers.

She made me cry and think about our reasons”why“.  

          And I think, this is one of them.

  

                        

Cheeseburger Something ?

                    Two kids, Housework, pay the bills Work, School, School Activities, non School Activities, and Relationships… 

                                       Not to mention my newest endeavors; ebay and a business I’ve just started…and then finding time to Write. (I have so much to say, just no time right now…I’ll be purging soon

 With all this going on,

I’ve turned into someone I never thought I’d ever be…

 a “Hamburger Helper Mom.” 

                                                   Cheeseburger something ? … YUMMY!

Game Day

     Football is the only Sport I really like, and will sit down and watch. And G’dad likes that I’ll sit with him, but I’m too busy today; and truthfully , I haven’t watched many games.

Not since this guy left.

    I’m not saying that “He made The Team.”     What I’m saying is that;                ” for some reason, Good or Bad; Randy Moss kept me watching “

So I was happy to see these two…

    enjoying the game with G’dad. ( so that, I didn’t have to : )

Until Drama went to the bathroom, and became sidetracked…

 

closely followed by Hemmi. 

” The game must be Boring“

Small talk

   The Jackpot

       

             I’m in the middle of trying to post some things to sell on ebay and it’s been taking me all day. 

       I keep getting rejected (twice now )on one listing; I think it’s because it’s an item with an “LV monogram”, and I can’t authenticate it????

And I’ve been spending way too much time,”writing” about the item I’m trying to sell ; instead of just writing down the information that needs to be given.  

“I don’t know how lucrative this ebay stuff is gonna be”…

   Good thing “Hemmi” just

 won “The Jackpot“; when he helped me with the mail.

 

NOTE:        We don’t need GA; “We did Gamble in the past; and probably more than we should have”, ( IT WAS FUN : )Before we had kids.                                   ”So now they’re just trying to entice u$ back,           ”into thinking;” that we could possibly win our Money back. 

 ”I’ll Gamble on the Kid ”

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/entice

That Girl

                                                                       In “Dramas” Elementary School; the kids in her class are asked to bring a snack everyday.                                 ( Anything that doesn’t contain Peanuts)  http://www.peanutallergy.com/

                                             And last week, every morning she’d pick out two snacks; one for her…and one for a girl in her class.

                                                 It was about day 3, when Drama started letting me know which snacks the girl was requesting; and day 4 when I finally asked…” Why the girl didn’t bring her own snack to School ?”

Drama told me that she thinks  …”the girl gets up too early to bring one.”

                        Well I thought about that answer for awhile and it just didn’t make sense. “So, how come I’m the one feeding this kid, because she gets up too early in the morning.”   ” What’s that got to do with a snack???”  “Those snacks aren’t free you know.”    I didn’t say anything to “D” but…all of those thoughts were going through my mind.

                        Now when this past Monday came around, and again it was the two snacks. I figured I’d better say something to Drama, about not always having to bring an extra snack, for that Girl. And when I started to think about what I’d say…I suddenly had a few memories from My old Catholic School days.

                         ” I don’t remember having a snack time…but I do remember, my brown bag lunch.”

                                      ”And, It was a CPB sandwich, (commodity peanut butter) on some old bread, that was wrapped in wax paper that never quite closed.  And I remember all the rich kids bringing Bologna Sandwiches and an Apple, Cookies or both for their lunches.

And I remember wishing ; Somebody would bring an extra.”

                       ”What if that girl is me.”   So now I’m upset with myself; “How could I get so bent over a Stupid snack cake?”  A few more boxes of snack cakes a month, isn’t going to make or break me yet.

 From now on… “I’ll be sending some extras.”     

 

 

She loves me, He(probably)loves me not

                                                               I was so relieved to see her get off the bus, with that smile on her face.  And I let her know that.  We’re alright again.

                                        Which is more than I can say about Me and Hem…I’m sure he’s either ticked at me for punishing him…or he’s feeling bad about what he said. ( And I’m hoping it’s the last one)

                                                            You see, “the kids” other Grandma ( my Sister, long story, coming soon) and Grandpa… pleasantly surprised us with a visit.

                                        So while my Sister, helped me finish setting up an ebay account( she fixed in five minutes, what I’d been working on for a week) her Hubby ( Grandpa ) was watching Hem play basketball.

                                                      We had finished up the ebay stuff and went outside to watch the game, when Grandpa told us that Hemmi said a Bad word; Twice.  I guess he was shooting baskets and he missed…so he said “bastard”  to the basketball. Yikes!!!             

  I was confused ;( which hasn’t been abnormal for me lately) “My Sister and I had just talked about how much better Hemmis’ behavior has been.”    I didn’t know what to do, because I’ve never heard him swear. 

                  After apologizing and saying his Goodbyes,(they were leaving anyway) I fixed him some bath water…no toys. Then Me and Hemmi had a long talk about using that word.(I know there are far worse things that a kid can say or do…but it starts somewhere)

                                   And he knew that it wasn’t a good word to use…but he said it anyway. So I told him, “That when he got out of the tub, I wanted to know why he would say that…or it would be Early Bedtime.”

                          While he was in the tub…I was talking to his Sister about it. She said that, he was probably trying to be cool.  And that he, probably heard it from their Mom… “when she called him that.”

                                           Just Great ; I’m punishing a little boy for saying a word that he’d been taught by a Grownup(???) . I wished I hadn’t already imposed my sentencing…or that he would have any kind of an answer for me when he came out.

                    And when he finally got out of the tub, and all he could say was cuz.  As a ”Grandma”, I just wanted to blow it off…and go eat cookies or something. 

 But, as his” Nurturer”… http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/nurture  I knew that, “if I didn’t follow through with this Consequence now; he’d walk all over me later.”    So it was “Sweet Dreams Hemmi.”

                                               This is getting tougher; but my posse’s coming ! And he’ll be here by the weekend

Life’s not always Sweet

  Our morning started out Crappy…

 I’ve been trying to help Drama learn to count by fives and to tell time. I don’t know for sure, but I think by the age of seven she should know her fives by now??? Maybe I’m wrong, but I’ll check.

  I knew by age seven, but I was taught by a pack of Nuns. ( Sorry Sisters : )

                            Anyway, I was trying to teach her what time the bus was coming, counting by fives on the clock. Well she wasn’t focusing (ignoring me) and it seemed like she really didn’t even care to learn.

                             So I got angry and yelled;( talked loudly sounds more pleasant…but I have to admit that I yelled )to get her to pay attention to what I was saying. That’s something I don’t do often…but I’ve let the kids know that when I’m angry, I will yell.

                         All of a sudden the tears came, and she ran out the door to the end of the driveway.

               I felt horrible so I followed her; to try and make things right between us before the bus came.  I told her that I was sorry to yell but she needs to pay attention to me when I’m talking to her…and that I loved her very much.

She ignored me, and just kept crying…and the bus was coming.

                             I told her to get in the house and wash her face and I’d drive her to school, so that we could talk more and she could calm down. She really wanted to ride the bus…so she composed herself enough to tell me, “that when I yelled…she was afraid I was going to hit her.”

                  Now, she’s lived with us since July and I’ve never spanked her…even when I was plain old Grandma Meme I never spanked her; and I pointed that out to her.

          Then I asked her, “Why she would think that ???” 

 She said; “That’s what my Mom always did.”                                                  

                                                    Well I did the best that I could in a few minutes time, to try and fix this Crappy start of the morning for us. Things seemed better, but I could hear G’dad saying… “If you give a kid five good minutes in the morning, they’ll have a good day.”  And I wish he was home right now  I feel like Shit for starting that girls day off like that.

                               But I also feel that,…I should be able to talk loudly or yell when needed and not have to tiptoe around so many ”emotional grenades.”  I remember yelling at my own kids when they wouldn’t listen to me and they’d either talk back…or, listen, then walk away rolling their eyes. 

 They weren’t as tender…and I have to remind myself of that; and I shouldn’t have to.

                            I’ve been waiting for their medical Insurance to kick in, so they can get some counseling; “they need to talk to a professional.” (For sure ”not to a Grandma”…”who really wants to take out her inner frustrations; on the person(s) who hurt them”) 

                      Because everyday that I have to wait… I’m listening to a little bit more, about what they had to endure the last few years. (And it’s messing me up inside)

        How can someone can take an innocent kid, and turn them into such an emotional mess…for someone else to try and fix. 

                                                                   

  http://helpguide.org/mental/child_abuse_physical_emotional_sexual_neglect.htm

SOS…We have a leak!

                                                               We Did It….and without any protection. It’s amazing what a pep talk and a few bucks can do.

 I’m not talking about S.E.X….I’m talking about the other, bedroom hushhh;  Bedwetting.

        We made it through the night without the ”Goodnites.” We got lucky, and Hemmi made a few bucks.

                                                      ”Since I can’t afford to pay him not to wet the bed”; and even if I could… he reminded me, that we needed to go and get “those night underwears.”

                                I’m wondering… if there’s something more that I should be doing???  ( I try not to let him drink past 7:00…and ”he goes” before bed)

                  We had been using those Goodnites; Hemmi liked them because they looked like a pair of Big Boy boxers, made out of blue paper.   They were hit or miss; mostly miss.  So I was washing his sheets adleast every other day. http://www.goodnites.com/NA/articlestools/articles/Bedwetting_guysGuide.aspx

                        Now we’re trying something called Underjams ;and they look like paper whitey tighteys with a design on them. We’re on our second morning with those…and I have sheets in the wash.    http://www.underjams.com/home.php

                           When my girls were little; Once they were potty trained, they never had a problem. I know when I was younger ; me and my brother use to have bedwetting issues; and what I remember about that is… “teasing, embarrassment and wet beds.”

 

 So does anybody out there, have any tips or know of any good products to share ???

 

 

The Birthday Boy

 ”HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUD”

                     MAKE A WISH….iiiii 

Wish us luck

  

Last night I used our last “GoodNites”,

and we didn’t go to town today.  :(

 

Wish us luck.

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety 

 http://www.goodnites.com/NA/articlestools/articles/Bedwetting_guysGuide.aspx

 

 

 

 

Does anybody need one of these things?

                                                                          I try to remind “Hemmi” to empty his pockets at bedtime. And if he forgets, and something ends up in the laundry, then he better have a good reason…or he gets to listen to my talks. 

                          Which usually consist of me saying things to him about ;

“How hard life was for“Meme” when she was a girl. 

(I don’t remember so I just make up stuff )

And how hard she has it today. (poor me)

And how hard she’s gonna have it tomorrow… and blah, blah, blah.

                                               Believe me; he would much rather take a timeout, or have a consequence. Anything other than being subjected to…                      ” MeMe and her elevated hormones preaching at him.“      

             Poor kid; but that’s my job; not to let him get lazy and forgetful.

         So, he comes up with some pretty good excuses. They don’t get past me…but he tries hard.

                            

                  And when I emptied the dryer and found these darts for his gun…

I couldn’t wait to ask him,  ”Why those were in my dryer“?

 

                                                I could tell he was really thinking about this one, but still trying to be quick.

Spiderman was right in the middle of some serious web action;

and I wasn’t letting him watch until I got an answer.

Which was…

“WOW! they sticked“?

“Well, I made that for ya“ ;  ”It’s for hanging stuff up in there.”

                 (a curious “did you buy that one” pause)

 ”Well, aint ya even gonna say, Thanks ?”