IT IS FINALLY HERE..........



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SEE YOU THERE.

HEADS UP

We are close. We are VERY close to going live.

EXTRA! EXTRA! Read all about it.

I hope some of you are still with me. Things have been crazy here. I will update you on everything soon....because.....

the new website is coming soon!

Don't forget~ The first day the site is launched, I'm going to randomly select someone who posts a comment telling me what they think of the new site. The winner gets a $50 gift card to Target.

I will only post here one more time...to give you the new site address.

See you soon!

Getting Organized

I walked in my bedroom the other day and this is what I saw:

I wondered for a second if the Rapture had occurred and taken Alex but left me behind.

His clothing was lying there looking as if he was wearing them until he melted away and left them there.

I soon discovered that Alex was using my shower.

He laid out his pj's and robe and slippers so they would be waiting for him.

What I find particularly disturbing (besides the fact that he has started using my shower on a regular basis and leaves soggy towels and wash cloths on the shower floor) is how precise.........how organized his clothes are.

Down to the last detail. See the socks?

And yet I haven't seen the floor of his bedroom since he was in a crib.

So now I know he is capable of organization.

Life is about to change around here kid.

I'm not kidding.

We are going to start each day with calisthenics.

Then we will run a few miles. I expect beds made and clothes pressed.

Oh..... wait a minute.....

That would mean I would have to find the floor of my own bedroom wouldn't it?

Dang.

I knew there would be a catch!

Dropped Calls

I'm about to make a simple suggestion that could have global impact.  Really.  Okay maybe not global impact but it sure will make my life easier if everyone will follow one easy, common sense rule:  If you are talking to someone on your cell phone and your call is dropped, the person who made the initial call should be the one who calls back.  Now...doesn't that make things easier for everyone?

No more dual dialing.  No more cell phone tag and needless messages.  No more chasing each other hoping you catch them before they dial back and get your voice mail.  No more waiting and wondering if they are waiting for you to call back.

Am I brilliant or what?  Now...how easy would it be to get the word out?  

I could solve the world's problems if someone would just ask me.

Go ahead.  Ask me.

I can't solve much of my life but I can sure fix everyone else's.

Okay...maybe not.

To see or not to see....that is the question.

I've been squinting a lot lately so I made an appointment with the eye doctor. I usually see the eye doctor every two years or so. I had RK surgery 13 years ago and I want to keep an eye (hee hee) on my eyes.

The doctor always tells me "things look good" or "wear reading glasses". Imagine my shock when he said...GULP...."You need bifocals".

"Excuse me. What did you say?"

BIFOCALS.

No way! Those are for old people.

I should have known this was coming. First there were wrinkles around the eyes. Then there were those lovely age spots. A few sagging parts later and I discover the only pants that are truly comfortable and fit me everywhere are the ones with elastic in the waistbands. Now .... bifocals. Ironically, they will be ready to pick up on my birthday!

The next thing you know, I will be talking about the "good 'ole days" or the rotten generation of kids coming after me. Which, btw...is the perfect lead in to my exciting day.

Here is the scoop...for you inquiring minds who might want to know. If you aren't inquiring, read it anyway. It is another example of my Lucille Ball life.

Thomas has been coming home for the entire year talking about a kid who calls him names on the bus. I did the mature motherly thing and asked him what he thought was the best way to handle it. He came up with "ignore him". Good idea. He went with it.

I found out Friday, that the kid has also been tripping him and pushing him and knocking him down. Now, Thomas isn't completely innocent in all of this. The kid shoved him and Thomas called him a "crap head". Gotta give the kid one for originality. The bully laughed at him and asked him why he didn't call him sh*t head. Thomas said he was a Christian and he was trying not to curse. (God love him). I couldn't help mentioning that crap head wasn't considered very Christian either. The God thing was all the ammo the bully needed. He has been tormenting him and Thomas has been responding with similar names minus the cursing.

The really embarrassing part is that my son is 5'10 (12 years old) and this kid is probably 5'5". He is a shrimp. But Thomas has never hit anyone. The thought makes him sick to his stomach. I can relate. I had to hit a girl my freshman year in high school (long story, but I absolutely had to hit her. It was self-defense) and I was shaking in my espadrilles. Still...Thomas towers over this kid.

So, I walked to the bus stop today and hid behind a fence. I'm not proud of that. But I had to see what was happening. Alex and I went and I'm sure we made quite a scene as we plastered our bodies to the fence and I turned my head around only enough to see what was going on .

Now, let me preface all this by saying I had every intention of only watching. I know interfering only makes it worse for Thomas and he needs to learn how to take care of himself. But something inside me snapped as I saw that little turd hurl insults at my baby while he kept his head down and kept walking. He did nothing to instigate or retaliate. I couldn't bear it. When Thomas didn't respond, the kid ran up behind him and was about to shove him. Things were moving in slow motion at that point. I didn't feel Alex grab my hand and pull me back. I didn't hear Thomas yell "Please, Mom...DON'T". I could feel my clothes melting away from body to reveal my spandex "SUPER M" costume. I could leap tall buildings in a single bound. Faster than a freight train. More powerful than a scrawny, short twelve year old bully.

I barreled down on that kid and stuck my finger an inch from his nose. I told him if he ever said another hateful thing to my child or touched him in any way, I was going to .....to.....have his butt in a sling!". What does that mean anyway?

The kid belligerently held his head up and asked me if that was a threat. "You bet it is. Tell your mom. Tell your dad. I want you to". Now that was very mature of me. Right up there with "my dad can beat up your dad". I wish I could say it ended there. I wish I could say I came to my senses and maybe even apologized for the way I "threatened" him. But I didn't. I saw how he looked at Thomas....like....just wait till tomorrow kid. So I walked up to Thomas and said loudly..."You have my permission to hurt him. I know you are highly skilled at Taekwondo and violence is your last resort, but it is time for you to put a hurt on that brat." Thomas meekly says "Mom, he can hear you". "I know he can hear me honey. I want him to know he is going to walk funny if he messes with you again. I mean, c'mon Thomas. He is a shrimp. You are way taller and way bigger. Squash him like a bug. That's probably why he is a bully. Small kids want to look tough!"

Yes. I said all of that. I hang my head in shame. I was completely out of line. I was acting like a child. I admit to all of that.

A little while later, I am sitting at home wondering if I should call his parents. I'm thinking of apologizing. I'm thinking of moving to Australia. My kids are hyped up because they think mom is way cool. I'm slouching in my seat wondering how I'm going to explain this to John...who happens to be in the bed sick. That's when the doorbell rings. Uh oh.

I expected to see mom or dad. I saw a uniformed police officer instead. That little crap head! I stepped outside and said "I know why you are here". The officer said "I bet you do". The officer was really nice. He said the kid's parents weren't home. He just picked up his cell phone and called the police dept. The officer showed up and told the kid this wasn't really that big a deal but the kid insisted. He said he wanted this handled like any other "assault"! The officer then asked me if I threatened to put the kid in a sling. I responded..."No, I threatened to put his butt in a sling". The officer grinned. I told him all that had happened and he said he was going back over there and tell the boy that calling someone names was harassment and shoving them was assault. That's about the time John came outside to see what was going on. "Hi honey." The officer talked with Thomas. He was great. He really was. He told Thomas if that boy ever touched him or called him another name, to come home and tell me and then to call him. Then he looked at me and asked if I would be able let the professionals handle it. It was not my finest moment.

The next time one of my kids is shoved down by a bully, I'm not hiding in the bushes or behind a fence. I'm calling the police!

I want to be first.