Friday, May 30, 2008

Robert and I have both been married THREE times!


To each other! Gotcha!  

Today is the anniversary of our Civil wedding: May 30, 1995.  We had bought our first house and didn't want to live together. Andrew was our only witness.  If you are wondering why Andrew was our only witness then please read this beautiful post.  The 2nd wedding was our Protestant wedding on November 11, 1995.  Andy was our ring bearer.  Our third wedding was at our parish, St. Andrew (yes, I love that it's St. ANDREW) when I was brought into the church and our marriage was convalidated.  That was November 11, 2003.  Our friends Rhett and Kathleen, who were our sponsors and witnesses for our Catholic marriage, gave usa card that said, "If you have married each other 3 times you must be meant to be." 

So, to my Hunny, my very own Prince Charming (even when you are not so charming):

Happy 1st Anniversary of 13 years (feels like 30).

As always you are the
 love of my life, 
lust of my loins, 
guard at my back, 
fabulous dad to all our kids, 
an amazing provider, 
our stalwart supporter, 
my best friend, 
my sexah lovah, 
secret joke sharer, 
coffee co-addict,
and God-given soul mate.

I will forever be the nagging pain in your butt who spends too much money.

"I know you of old" (wink)

Sending  waves of love your way.

Love forever, 
Your Hunniest of Bunnies


Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Summer Vacation Sucks

With the exception that I could theoretically sleep in, this vacation has gotten off to a sucky start and it's only going down hill.  Here is my list of good and bad and the bad outweighs the good.

Good

Andrew, click here for his storymy previously unschooled son, graduated with honors, from our local public high school, on Friday night. Woo Hoo! Next stop a job, then college in the Fall. I am so proud of him.

Bad

That same night, actually it was Saturday morning at 2:30am, a graduate from another high school decided to drive through the stucco wall of our subdivision (which happens to be the wall around half of our house, as ours is the first house in on the right) take out one of our magnolia trees bring all sorts of wall debris down the hill with him and land 6 feet from the outside wall of my living room.  He's okay, totally okay, probably had something to do with the 'Weed' they found in the car.  The car was totaled and he had just gotten it. He said he swerved to avoid a car that came into his lane.  Let me tell you, he was going pretty damn fast!  He was not supposed to be out, driving, after midnight because he was 17.  Only 18 yrs and up can drive in GA after midnight.  The net of it is, the yard looks like crap, there is a gaping hole in the wall, their is shit all over the hill from the busted wall. I am thinking our property values could not get much better!

Good

I need to say how thrilled I am that Andrew was home that night, after going out to dinner with us, and not drugging and driving.  Thank you, God, for such a great kid!

Bad

We came home from seeing the new Indiana Jones movie, yesterday (which I really liked, btw), and Ben was being such a jerk in the car that after yelling at him and telling him he was an A-Hole (trust me I have no illusions about being a good mother) I got out of the car, at the light, and walked the 5 miles home.  Robert was driving so don't worry that I abandoned my kids in the car at a traffic light.  I was wearing flip flops, had no cell phone, no Nano, no money, and was really pissed and thirsty.

Good

Robert let me leave the car knowing that walking home was probably the best thing for me. What a good husband...because  he had to deal with Ben while I got to escape. I got to walk 5 miles yesterday!! Very cool. I had only worked up to 3.5 so this was really great.  In the words of Mike Myer's character 'Phillip', from SNL circa 1990s, "When I got home I was tired."

Bad

I was so angry yesterday, at myself and Ben, that I couldn't eat. Even after the walk. I think I had a cup of coffee and a banana all of yesterday (oh yeah, a ton of water too). It's been a while since I was so pissed/sad/depressed etc that I couldn't eat.

Good

Given that I couldn't eat, I probably offset all the yummy calories I took in at Claire's Graduation Crawfish Boil, Sunday afternoon. Kath made exceptional Jambalaya and Red Beans and rice. We made a collage of pictures of Andrew and Claire from the time the met until now...a friendship pictorial....for her to take to college with her in the Fall. 

Bad

I am going to have to cancel my trip to Indiana to see one of my oldest friends and her kids (part of the Florida Brat Pack) because I can't afford to fly all of us, barring Robert who isn't coming, to Indiana.  I was going to drive it, but seeing that I can't even spend more that 15 minutes in the car with Ben, 12 hours would be lethal.  Plus, I can't see myself walking home from, say, Kentucky.

Bad

Ben is obsessed with getting XBox Live again. He will NOT STOP HOUNDING ME!  Even though we told him we would get him a present for finishing elementary school and moving to (private) middle school. The gift he asked for was the IRONMAN game. So, he got it.  Now he's begging me to sell it to get XBox Live!!! Well, I am not gonna because I would get half of what I paid for it...and it was $60 frickin bucks!!!  So, since Ben's birthday is August 1st, I am resubscribing to XBox Live for him as a very early birthday present.  Please note that one can't say no to a kid like Ben. It does not compute in his mind. There is no disciplinary action that works. NONE!  He just asks and asks and asks and begs and begs and begs and asks and until you are willing to do anything...ANYTHING to make him stop.  It is FAR WORSE than WATERBOARDING!!!  Ben needs to be implemented at Gitmo, the government will get whatever they want from those Islamofacists if Ben is working for them!

Good

 Ben is still alive and so am I.

Bad

I will now have to break my friend Rachel's heart and tell her I am not going to be able to go to Indiana. Ben tends to make every event about him (he did a good job of it almost ruining Claire's party mentioned above) so I can't put my friends through any of that. It won't be fun visit, instead it will be the trip from Hell.

Bad

Ben has only been out of school for 3 days. I have 2+ months left of his constant demands, constant mood swings, constant begging, pleading, yelling, tantrums for whatever is or is not making him happy or unhappy. 

Bad

I didn't want to come home yesterday.  I think I could have walked until I wore through the flip flops. But I didn't have the Nano, or money, remember?

Bad

No I know why, no matter how much I have prayed, pleaded, begged and cried, over the last almost 6 years, God has not blessed me with another child. I can barely handle one of the three I already have. He must have dropped the Iron Curtain on my uterus.

Good

I live in America and God loves me. And I don't have to wash my laundry by hand whilst beating it against rocks in a river. 

Friday, May 23, 2008

My Hunny finally blogged again...and it's good.

HOPE Floats 

Lest any of you thing that I am "she who must be right" that is not so.  SWMBR is our IRL friend, Kathleen.

~Peace

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

As it SHOULD be!!!


The first time I ever watched American Idol from the very beginning to the bitter end and the person I wanted to win it actually did. Way Cool!

Just thought this was cute & I told you so


Me kissing my girlie! She is an adorable, cuddly, lovey, little thing even though she does this (see below).


Autumn's homemade tattoo work (with a pen) that she did while she was watching Hannah Montana and I was taking shower. That'll teach me! BTW, the kid is 8 years old and is STILL not out of the habit of drawing all over herself.

Alphabet Meme

Therese, Down Under, tagged me for this meme. Here goes:

A-Andrew and Autumn's mom
B-Ben's mom
C-Crazy Go Nuts University Alum
D-Dr. Who #10 Fangirl
E-Extrovert
F-Friendly
G-Gregarious
H-Hilarious
I-Intellectual
J-Jackass
K-Keeper of my home
L-Loving
M-MUSE fanatic!
N-Never on time
O-Overwhelmed
P- Politically Conservative
Q-QuADD (for Queen of ADD, my husband's nickname for me and why I Chase Butterflies)
R-Roman Catholic Convert (like Scott Hahn)
S-Sexy! (or rather, I will be again!)
T-Trader Joe's, best store ever!
U-Unschooling Advocate
V-Very Affectionate
W-Wife to Robert
X-Xanax (for when nothing else will do!)
Y-Yells too much
Z-Zany

I gotta tag:
My Hunny
Kathleen
Rob
Catherine
Laurie

Peace,


Tuesday, May 20, 2008

American Idol



Could the judges crawl any further up the rear end of David Archuletta?  I don't think so.  Suffice it to say, if David A. has any pre cancerous polyps Randy, Paula, and Simon definitely know about them. David Archuletta rubs me the wrong way. Plus, like my Hunny said, Archuletta sings songs Neil Diamond and John Denver would sing and not songs teenagers, like he is, would even really listen to. Hell, I am 42 and wouldn't even listen to the kind of music he likes to sing.  What a crock.  My hope is that David Cook, the far more talented contestant, will win. I'd buy his music. And if Cook comes in second I lay dollars to donuts he ends up far more successful.

~Peace,

Look what I found


This is a picture of the Florida Brat pack.  From Left to Right: Elena, Trevor, Andrew, Francesca, & Myles.
At the time they were 3, 6.5, 6, 6, & 2. They are now 16, 19, 18.5, 18.5, & 15.  Francesca and Elena's mom, Mig and Myles and Trevor's mom, Rachel, are my oldest friends. These are Andrew's oldest friends too.  Mig lives in Indiana now and Rach is still in Florida. This July we are all going to descend on Mig's house and get this posse together after a long time. I can't wait for the picture. I am going to put them in this exact pose. It should be interesting. Man, I miss those days.

~Peace,


Monday, May 19, 2008

Just another Manic (Depressive) Monday

Ryan (Ben's oldest and most loved friend) & Ben (my adorable pain in the *ss)

Anyone who has visited here with any regularity knows that our middle child, Ben, suffers from Bipolar Disorder (Manic-Depression).  You also know that we started home (un) schooling with Andrew and had every intention of unschooling through High School with all the kids. Well, Andy, on his own, decided at 14 that he wanted to try High School and entered 9th grade and the rest is history. He will be graduation from our local public school this Friday. Ben was home through the end of 1st grade, at which point either he was going to go to school or I would be incarcerated for what I did to him if he didn't go to school. So, Ben went to a special needs public school all of 2nd grade. Then he went to 3rd grade, in a regular classroom (BIG MISTAKE!) and after Christmas was pulled out to be homeschooled the rest of the year.  Then for 4th grade he was homeschooled until after Christmas. At that point he was completely destabilizing and was headed for the psych hospital if we didn't do something quick. So, our fabulous and very understanding of Attachment Style Parenting psychiatrist finally put Ben on Lithium.  Then, so that mommy and daddy didn't end up in the psych hospital Ben went back to school for the last half of 4th grade.  This time he went back to the special needs public school.  Finally, this year, Ben went to all of 5th grade at aforementioned school and will be out this FRIDAY!  AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!  Somebody pleeeeeeeeeeezzzzze Heeeeeelllllppppp!  

Just because Ben takes a very low dose of 3 meds to help stabilize his moods it doesn't mean, that while those meds are active, he shows no signs of Bipolar. OH NO!  It's that instead of being a big,  self-centered, hostile, seething, ungrateful A-Hole, he is just a smaller self-centered, annoying, petulant kind of A-Hole.  Now, before you go getting all mad at me, live with a Bipolar kid first, then judge me.  Ben absolutely has his wonderful moments...but in this adorable son's case...familiarity can breed contempt REALLY FAST! And absence REALLY does make the heart grow fonder (which is why school, in Ben's case, is a really good thing!)

Therefore, I am truly grateful to the passing of Senate Bill 10 here in Georgia.  This will allow us to receive the funds from the school system, that Ben gets from the state for having an IEP, and have them put toward a private school which takes the voucher. And that is a VERY GOOD thing because we found the perfect school for Ben and I will finally be truly happy with where he is during the school day come this Fall.  But, and this is a very big BUT, I am still left with an entire Summer with Ben and it freaks me out.  Let me say, Ben is not violent. Prior to his diagnosis, when he was almost 8, he was violent...only toward me, though.  But since the meds, he's just really demanding and basically everything is "all about Ben".  He doesn't get that other people have lives to lead. I think it comes from feeling uncomfortable in his own skin, but Ben operates on a "what is in this for me" mode at all times.

What this all boils down to is: PRAY FOR ME!!!  Summer is really tough for Ben and, as a result, it's tough for all of us, especially me.  The last 4 Summers I have, literally, lost it and had complete breakdowns. They occur often in July.  The pressure to keep Ben (along with Autumn) busy, happy and STABLE can make me come unglued.  There is no "just letting things role off your back" with Ben.  As well, there really is no "just hanging out" . The kid can't stand to be bored.  I, on the other hand, could happily lie on the couch plugged into a Nano for hours.  I could also read a book for hours. Not gonna happen with Ben.

So, if I slip into your mind for a second, just say,"God, help Rachel help Ben."

And if you are interested, here's a little bit of what it's like to live with a kid like Ben (based on the show 24)


Thanks!!!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Not the first time I have been called...

Your Blogging Type is Zany and Charming
You're a popular blogger with a flair for getting attention.
But you're not all fluff - in fact, you're far from it.
Your blog is full of interesting ideas and fun finds.
You're a fascinating person, and it shows through on your blog.

Women's Guild Lunch

Today is the Women's Guild Lunch.  I am a member of the Women's Guild because one of my closest friends is the president.  Rarely do I show for stuff because, well, I like being home watching Smallville and Supernatural (guilty pleasures aka lots of cute guys) with my adorable husband. But today is a luncheon and the speaker is a guy going through the diaconate (heck, I don't know how to spell it so I hope that's right) program in our Archdiocese.

I have always thought my hunny would be a great deacon. Plus, I told him that I would be totally crushing' on him in the vestments, especially if he were giving the homily.  Robert is a FABULOUS speaker.  He is also hysterical, but he knows when to be serious. Speaking of being funny,  I really am hoping he blogs about his bizarre dream of being shot Cheney-style by Mort Kondracke (from Fox News) because it was pretty damn funny.

So, I am dragging myself away from my nice warm bed, with my nice warm snuggly Hunny in it, to find out what it takes to be a Deacon.  The upshot is I will be seeing a bunch of friends and sitting with my IRL buddy Sara from Those That Wonder.  It should be a good time. Oh, and in case you are wondering why I am sleeping in on a Sunday (being the 'good' Catholic that I am) is because I went to vigil Mass yesterday. 

~Peace,
Rach

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Pictures I promised

The first few pics are of Autumn's First Communion. Somehow the camera settings were wrong and we only got a few clear and usable prints. So, here she is.  

I made the veil, which promptly came apart during Mass!! I had to rig it before she went up to receive. In the following pictures, which were before Mass,  it looks like it was meant to look. 
We tied her hair in rags the night before for the curls. She looked adorable. 
She was so excited to finally be receiving Jesus.  Since then, she has been much more excited about going to Mass.
The cake she picked out.  It was actually really pretty and looked like a real stained glass window. 



Okay, so the following pics are of Andrew getting his car (our graduation present to him).  He had NO IDEA we were going to do anything like this AT ALL!  The first pic is of Andy's hand pointing out the door, at the car, while he is looking at Robert, who is inside with him, as he says, "That's for me?"

Then the look of shock, awe, surprise, and love!
A very happy and excited Andrew!
Loving his new (and his very own) ride!
Thanks Mom and Dad!
This is so awesome!
Yup! Stewie (his Drum kit) will fit!
Pics below are from our visit to Stone Mountain Park (about 40 minutes from our house).
Andrew sitting on top of Stone Mountain, no doubt listening to Radiohead's In Rainbows.  The kid is just gorgeous!


Robert and Andrew found a shirt, at one of the gift shops at Stone Mountain, which reminds us all of just who the coolest of them all is. (The shirt was made to look as if the message was written on the shirt in ripped masking tape...oh so classy!)
Ben, me, and Autumn staring intently at something on top of Stone Mountain (Georgia). Autumn's shirt says
Mary is My Homegirl. A gift from my IRL pal, Kathleen.



Sunday, May 11, 2008

Hysterical!!

I DO NOT SUPPORT OBAMA OR CLINTON...BUT I CAN'T STAND HILARY CLINTON...THEREFORE, I LOVE THIS PARODY (AND I DO HOPE OBAMA CINCHES THE NOMINATION BECAUSE IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO FOR THE DEMOCRATS). ONE, OF WHICH, I WILL NEVER BE. ENJOY!!!

So, so funny (especially if you love The Doctor)

Mother's Day

I have to say that since my sweet mommy died, almost 8 years ago, I don't much like Mother's Day.  I know that I am a mom...and I love that I am...but I don't need the day for me.  I miss it for my mom.  So, here's to you, my sweet mom in Heaven, I love you and I really miss you.

A great thing today is that I really am committed to being a healthier mom for my kids. I want to be here for as long as possible.  Life is a crapshoot and I could be hit by a truck tomorrow.  However, as far as what I can do to lengthen my life, on my part, I am going to do.  I want to see as many grandchildren as I can.

I got on the scale this morning and I am down another 3 pounds, making my total weight loss of 8 pounds.  I have decided I really want to get  back to my early marriage weight of 135.  That's what I was until Mom died. After was when I started packing on the pounds.  So, as of today I have 25 pounds to go.  I have been using  my treadmill and walking outdoors when the pollen count isn't too terrible.  I think I am going to have to haul out the Bowflex (from the storage room), dust it off, and watch the video on how to use it again.

I am already down a size from 14 to 12, so I am psyched about that...size 8 here I come. 

It was Mother's Day 2000 that was the last Mother's Day I was to have with my Mom.  She died just 5 short months later.  I want more time here than my Mom had so I have to stick with this 'getting healthy' thing so I can stick around.

Have a wonderful day all you Mom pals of mine out there in cyberspace and IRL.  I love you!

~Peace

Saturday, May 10, 2008

If you don't like the music, scroll down

I grabbed a music widget that I like more than the last one I tried. It's at the bottom of my blog.  If you don't like the music just scroll down and hit pause.  Oh, I found the widget at the blog: Sardonic Catholic Dad.  He is hilarious!

Rockin' & Bloggin'

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Autumn's First Holy Communion

Our daughter, Autumn, finally got to receive Jesus today. She was beautiful and so excited. I was stressed out because her veil kept falling off and the CCD teacher sitting with her group came to get me, during Msgr's homily, to fix it.  I had to take it apart and rig it so that it would stay, which it did, barely, until after she received our Lord.

I am so excited for her.  Now she and I can attend daily Mass, a few times per week, because she knows she can have Jesus. I rarely take her to daily Mass because she has always felt so left out. Not anymore! Yay!

Her BFF, Morgan, also celebrated the sacrament today.  So, afterward Morgan's parents, Lisa & Bob, along with Robert and I , threw the girls a combined 1st Communion party at Lisa & Bob's house. Most of our friends from Church were there and everyone had a great time. 

I will post pics as soon as I can get them downloaded.

~Peace,

Friday, May 2, 2008

It's Boob Smooshing Day

Well, in the next hour I will, most likely, be leaning against a table while my boobs get sandwiched in mammogram machine.  Today is my first mammogram.  Why, Rachel, did you wait until you were 42?  One might ask. Well, since this is cyberspace I will admit that I nursed my kids A LONG TIME!  Each was nursed until 5 years old and the last two kids tandem nursed for a bit, and then the middle one weaned and I was just nursing the last one until I had to, virtually, pry her from the breast quite past her 5th birthday.   For those of you who are now thoroughly disgusted with me, all I can say is that it wasn't planned. They were happy, I was happy,  I didn't care. They gave up the boobs when they were ready, they gave up our bed (well 2 of them did...Autumn is still resistant to the idea of sleeping alone) when they were ready, the learned to walk and talk when they were ready...oh you get the picture. 

I found out from some cool UK site last night, can't remember how to get to it, that for every child born, a woman reduces her chances of getting breast cancer by 7%, so that is 21% less risk for me right off the bat.  Then for every year of nursing a women reduces her chance of breast cancer by 4.3%, so I think when I tallied it all up I have reduced my chances of getting breast cancer by over 81.2%.  So, let's all pray that I am not in the bottom 18%..ok?

My mom, God rest her soul, died of metastic colon cancer at the very young age of 53.  So, I have had every sort of humiliating butt test that can be done to a person.  And I thought pap smears and childbirth removed modesty issues. HA!  Sigmoidoscopies, Colonoscopies, Barium Enemas and the like, take naked humiliation in front of others to a whole new level.  At least, for now, I know that my colon is clear. Yipee!  Now on to the top half!

What I find so interesting is that when one really digs for the research on female cancers (breast, uterine, ovarian, cervical) the overwhelming evidence suggests that the less sexual partners you have (preferrably one) and the more kids you have and the longer you nurse them, the less risk you have of contracting these dreaded cancers.  Seems to me God is saying, "Ladies, use them or lose them!"

Last thing, when I was telling Autumn that I had to go to the doctor this morning, she asked why. I told her I was having my boobs smooshed in a machine so they could take pictures of their insides and make sure they were ok.  She said, which a most frightful look on her face, "Oh Mommy, I don't want your boobs to be smooshed!"  I said, "It's okay, Honey, from what I hear, they bounce right back!" LOL

Oh yeah...and this is it, I mean it.  Robert told me that if by waiting, until I am 42 to have my boobs smooshed, that I have neglected to find cancer that has already been lurking within me these past 2 years, that it won't matter if I am going to die, because he's gonna kill me.  So, I have that to look forward to. 

~Peace,