Stupidity abounds…

As most of you that take time to read this so called blog know, I’m out on bond for supposedly hitting a man. (do I really have STUPID tattooed on my forehead?)

Anyhoo… one of the conditions of bond is not to break ANY laws.

Then yesterday I’m coming home from grabbing a few essentials in town because it was getting nasty out again. I ended up with a Hillsboro cruiser behind me; thought nothing of it. That is until the lights came on. lol All I could think (and say out loud) was Oh shit! Jesus help me.

The officer came to my window and asked if I knew both the reasons he pulled me over. I knew one, but I wasn’t going to say it. I had forgotten my seat belt until I saw him at the stop light. lol He told me that I had car plates on my truck. HUH? I just got them at the DMV about a week ago. I showed him my paper work and he told me he was going to go have a talk with them since that wasn’t the first time this had happened and to go up Tuesday and trade the plates. WHEW!!! Thank you Lord. He really could have made life horrid for me and he knew it. Lord bless him for not doing so.

I told y’all there were some good ones here. Pray they are the only ones I have to deal with until the court stuff is over. I was told by one cop that the SA said he “wants me violated so he can break it off in me “. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? I’m 47 years old and have never been arrested.

When I was arrested the jailer said, “You aren’t on our system.” Duh! I’m not criminal. lol

After that he was very nice to me. Even went and got me a glass of sweet tea.

I don’t want to go back there however; and it rather pisses me off that a state agency STOOOOPID mistake could have put me back there. Praise the Lord none of the rougues noticed huh?

Trying to become a day person…

I dinna ken it’s possible, but I”m trying. My Mom says I was born a night person. Olivia was too and I’m not going to trying to change that. As for me, I think it’s time I try and live in a more daylight world.
The past couple of days I’ve had my phone set to wake me at 6. The first day I shut the dang thing off immediately went back to sleep until 8. The second day got up and now the third. We’ll see how things go now that I’ll be baby sitting 2-10; I may have to tweak the plan a bit.

After tending to Samara and Jasmine, I may take longer to unwind. Today will be the telling day. Usually I can get them both down for a nap about 4:30. Usually. Jazzy girl always does but sometimes Samara refuses. She at least takes a quiet time.

Then I’ll have this time in the morning for things like this. By the time Olivia is up I can turn the computer over to her. Then, actually work on this mess of a house! Samara is a walking tornado. Foget deep cleaning ANYTHING with her around. Going for the illusion of clean is almost impossible with her. She’s busy busy busy!

ON top of that fact, I’ve had to have the cats and dogs in due to bad weather and the fact that both pups have gotten too tall for their houses and keep popping them apart upon exiting. This spring I’m going to have a dog door install at one end of the shed that leads into a larger fenced in area. I’m also fencing in about another half acre for the safety of the grand kids. The fence will be rather cheap since I’m going to use field posts and pig wire. I know that sounds ugly, but I plan on dressing it up with moon flowers and morning glories around the back and with rambling roses where the fence will show in the front. Rustic and beautiful me thinks.

That’s another reason to be more of a day person. My flowers will do better. lol  It will be easier during the spring. I love to sit outside and drink coffee when it’s warmer. Lord willing, I’ll make it to my friend Sue’s and I’ll have some hens to giggle at this spring. We used to sit out near the chicken coup every morning talk and watch the silly little birds. By the time we were done with that one of the little ones had brought us all the eggs and we’d go inside a have breakfast. I miss that. I don’t have a house full anymore, but I still think I’d enjoy it even just me and Jesus. I know Caleb and Heather would come down for coffee and the boys do rise at the crack of dawn.

Maybe this is why I’ve chosen to do this now. Spring will soon be upon us and I want to enjoy every second of it!

Babies and puppies and cats. Oh my!

This week end I had six of the grandkids at once. The oldest of the group being 6. Add to that nasty weather that requires you to bring in two very large pups, along with the two house dogs. Now take it one step further and let four cats into the mix. Oh and let’s not forget one of the cats is due any minute now.

I did manage to snap a shot of them together even though you can tell Morgan is trying to escape.

Morgan fed Dum-dum a whole box of cookies. We “skated” in the kitchen. (meaning sock feet and slick floor) Played cowboys and listened to Nathan tell Melany I was dating Santa and he knew cuz he met him.

yeah, and we made a trip to Wal Mart somewhere in there. Managed to get the kids through there and then stopped for hamburgers and chicken nuggets at Wendy’s. The kids did amazingly well but, I still think I’d been a dead duck had not Heather agreed to go along.

By the time I got the things I had bought put up the kids had their clearance isle toys and prizes from the kid meals strung from one end of the house to the other. Then I find puppy land mines. Oh joy! I love cleaning up after pups that poop like horses. (If you are reading this Jaci, I hear you ringing in my head and still don’t know what I was thinking lol)

The kids were up until well past midnight. All but Morgan that is, she was bound and determined to not waste one minute of her visit on sleep. She yakked with me til 2am then got back up at 7. Ahhh… we had time to ourselves. I played with her on the computer, then sang to her while she hugged me tight. I was Queen Bee for about an hour and a half that morning.

A friend of mine stopped by to check in with me and spent most of the time laughing at me chasing babies. (I think I was griping a bit by then) Then he said. “You’ve had babies in this house ever since I can remember, you wouldn’t know how to act if you didn’t have them. You aren’t fooling me grouch.” I had to laugh at that while cleaning up the latest spill and admit he was right.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Ever feel like Ruby?

Ruby Tewes (sp), I mean. I have a vision for this place in my head. Baby steps, baby steps.

My dining room is a disaster. We can use it, but there are places where the plaster lathe shows through. At least I have a beautiful new bathroom/laundry room. Not to mention a new kitchen and two new bedrooms. Written, that seems like a lot. Living it seems like slow going. Nearing four years and I’m still not done. ACK!

I’ve got someone lined up to finish the new wiring in the last three rooms. It has to wait until spring though. So does the hanging the new drywall. I also have a cabinet maker lined up to build me floor to ceiling shelving on the whole north wall of the smallest bedroom, aka my new library/guest room.

Then there’s landscaping. I still have a loooong way to go there too since I changed the house so much. I have a brave wisteria out back by the shed. I say brave because in the first year after I planted it, Ed ran over it with the lawn mower. You can imagine the Celt came out in me that day. I didn’t say a word more than “don’t ever do that again; be careful.” but inside, I wanted to wring his bloody neck and I’m absolutely sure my eyes were shooting lightening.

The wisteria grew about four more feet last summer, so I may get some tiny blooms this year Lord willing. I’ve wanted wisteria since the spring of ‘83. I was pregnant with Caleb and supposed to be on bed rest. I’d take a lounge chair out back and put it as close to my neighbor Miss Sue’s wisteria plant as I could. I couldn’t get enough of the sweet blooms. Nor the great conversations with Miss Sue. Can’t wait to get to heaven and hook up with her again. That was one sweet sweet lady.

I may get lilacs again this year. When I sold part of my property to the village, I had them dig up my lilac plant for me and replanted it. I think I had three blooms last year. lol Like I said, baby steps. I have to have lilacs. Have to. My Punkin (my paternal grandma) had three of the largest lilac bushes I have ever seen. The blooms are beautiful, the fragrance is lovely and they remind me of my Punkin.

Another must is red rambling roses. You may begin to detect a theme here because those were my Gramps favorite flower. One of mine too.

Hollyhocks for Gram, all colors and let a thistle grow for Grandpa. Though he always told me the ones in Scotland were better.

I guess I’m sentimental, but there are things I plant just for me too. Last year I put out a few lily of the valley. hmmmm….. I know there was something else perennial, but what will probably escape me until I see it pop up.

This late spring to summer, I plan on fencing in the back half acre with field posts and pig wire. Then I’ll plant my morning glories and moon flowers along the south end, roses to the north end (will show from the front of the house. Hollyhocks on the north end? No, maybe the raspberries there. Hollyhocks and sweet pea on the west, near the wisteria.

Lord willing, at some point I’ll be able to buy the land either north (preferably iykwim) or to the south. Then I can expand my gardening. For now I need to get creative with the space I have.

I want a garden shed for starting so I don’t have to make room in the house in the winter. I saved all I could from the demo. As simple as the design is, I really think I can play tool belt diva and make that myself.

Then there’s the dogs. I need to double fence by the shed and make a dog door into the shed. The second fenced off part is for the grand kids and company sake. My huge young dogs still think they are lap dogs.

I need to build a bench structure for the wisteria to climb onto so I can sit and read enveloped in that intoxicating scent.

Like Ruby and The Cove. I have a vision for my little Green Acres. I simply need to be patient (not my strong suit) and keep taking those baby steps!

Purging Myself from the Past

Starting to anyhoo.

I’ve totally rearranged my bedroom. Nothing of Ed’s is upstairs and if and when he comes to retrieve his stuff, if it’s ruined oh well.

Jeff added three new shelves to my bedroom. Now I have a place for my candles, pictures, and three of my oil lamps. YEAH!!!

I traded my son’s significant other a bed spread and shames I had, (and she loved) for an antique velvet and embroidery quit. I’ve been mixing 1800’s with forest fantasy if you can picture that. lol Everyone that sees it at least says they love it.

I changed the living room. No more feel of Ed in there either.

There isn’t much I can change in the kitchen, but since I picked everything in there and Ed didn’t like most of it, it’s my room of triumph. hehe

I still need to do something different in the dining room, but that’s going to have to wait until Calli isn’t working 7 days a week.

Heather (Caleb’s sweetie) and I have decided to go through both houses with holy oil and lots of prayer. Purge and start over if you will.

I know I’ve had many friend’s praying for me during this time. I’ve felt it, I’ve basked in the knowledge when I was too weary to anything but pray in the Spirit since I was too tired to think of words of my own.

Olivia has picked the new color for her room. I should be able to do that within this next week. She picked a medium orchid and wants me to color wash it with a shimmer. I think it will be a beautiful 15 nearly 16 year old’s room.

Bottom line? We are doing better. Olivia is even going to ask our Dr at our next visit if she can be weaned off her meds. PTL she’s feeling that well!!!!! And thank you Jesus for letting me raise my girls better informed than I was. I believe by my grand kids teen years this familial thing will be banished for good. AMEN?

As for me, I’m still what I’d call a walking drugstore. (coming from an herbal girl ) I’m not ready to wean back off, as a matter of fact I had to have more added. I however carry a lot more baggage then my girls. That’s ok.  If that’s what it took to make sure my girls didn’t carry as much, it was worth it.

I once said I was in the furnace but didn’t get burnt. I got to thinking later; I might smell a little smoky, but that just proves I walked through the fire unscathed in any way that truly matters. ;-P

Jumbled thoughts

I haven’t blogged in a while. I keep meaning to, and even NEED to, but how do you blog when you have about three hundred thoughts going though your head at once? I can’t type that fast.

I’m frantically trying to figure out what to take down to the rental house, and what else Caleb might need. I think I have enough pans to share. Calli has more silver ware than she needs.

I want to switch out stoves. Which means I  get e new one. Don’t know what I feel about that, as I don’t really have the money, but the one at the rental is shot and I’ll be danged if I’ll put a new one in there for a bachelor. lol

My car either needs a new alternater  or  battery. It’s only two years old it shouldn’t be needing either in my irate opinion! Gotta get that taken care of before I go to pick up Caleb. I’ve seen him once in two years. This is going to be awesome! The rest of the family is going to be here making a huge meal. No turkey allowed. He may never eat turkey again after eating it three times a day for two years. ;-P

On the puppy front… They are both now HUGE and I am covered in bruises. lol I’ve finally learned to do training one on one. Dum-dum is an attention hog and just HAS to get between me and Punk. I can’t teach him if I can’t touch and interact with him without the big doofus getting in our way.

Dum-dum is also  the biggest contributer to the bruise collection. He thinks he wants to be a 70# lap dog. I hope he gets over this soon, he’s only about 8 months old and judging from the amount of loose skin and the size of his paws… Let’s just say I may die from doggie lovins. lol

On the grand child front (you knew I’d have to get them in here)… Morgan turned 1 on the 9th and Samara will be 2 the 29th.  She will soon officially be in her terrible twos. One of my favorite times in child development. No and mine are her favorite words right now. lol She even put her hands on her hips and told me no yesterday. It was hard not to bust out laughing. I am so at fault for that mannerism.

Jasmine aka Jazzy girl is getting cuter by the minute. I love to see her big toothless grin and the dimples that ensue. We get to see a lot of that, she’s quite the happy baby.

Camron is his usual daredevil self and has the black eye to prove it. If that child makes it to two without needing stitches I will be amazed. He’s an adrenaline junkie I’m sure of it.

Morgan and Melany were down last week end for Mo’s birthday, so I don’t know I’ll see them again this week end.

As for me… I’m adjusting to being single again. Under the circumstances, I’m rather enjoying it. Olivia and I have decided we like having the house to ourselves. Who am I kidding, Calli has some excuse to be here several nights a week, lol We like it when we do have it to ourselves though. When babies are here it’s hard for Olivia to get in as much time on her guitar and song writing stuff. It’s also hard on Calli being out in the country and no car, no phone and two kids. Another cause for her to want to be here is Brandon is out of prison and in some rehab. He called her from there and told her when he got out he was going to kill her. Since it wasn’t from the prison, there is no recording of calls. I told her when he gets out she should come stay with Caleb for a while. There are three bedrooms and Brandon would not even dare come near thinking he’d have to contend with Caleb.

Well folks my bedtime meds are kicking in so I think I’ll be off for now. I’m liable to get goofy or plain fall asleep at the keyboard.

Went a wee bit off my rocker…

I haven’t blogged about this, but my ex husband is in prison for sexually soliciting my daughter. She is not his biologically, but the only “Dad” she has ever known.

A few days after he was arrested we were called into the State’s Attorney’s office for a meeting. When Shaun (the Irving cop) called to tell me he said, “I know you don’t like Matoush (rhymes with douche btw) but please try and keep your cool he’s on your side this time.” I told him I’d try but he he believed for one minute that man was on our side he was deluded.

Olivia and I arrive for the “meeting”. Olivia is sitting to my right and the SA is sitting across from me. He asks what we would like to see happen. Olivia tells him she wants it to go to trial, she wants to have her say in front of him and others in the courtroom. He looked at me and said in a raised voice, “You’re going to put her through that?” I said, “I believe Olivia is speaking to you.” Then I turned to Olivia and asked “Is it your wish to testify against him?” She replied, “Yes, it is.”

He then said that if it went to trial he would most likely get probation. I contended that the judges and citizens of this county are a lot more sick of pedophiles than he gave them credit for, but I’d been told he played to the political score card. He said, “I don’t even know what that means.” To which I replied, “Oh give me a break” (while adding in my head even you aren’t that stupid)

Once again he said, “You are going to put her through that?” By this time I’m strung tighter than a crossbow. I looked at him and said, “You know what? You had no problem making her testify at another trial when she was younger and you didn’t even charge the man for the beating she took.” He said, “I don’t recall that”

Before I even realized it, I was up on my feet, slammed my fist in the middle of the table and screamed NATHAN ALTAVOLGT RING A BELL YOU @#$%#$^@ IDIOT?

At that point I turned for the door told Olivia to come on and said to her as we were walking out, “I told you he was a politically motivated pussy” His secretary nearly laugh and then I see through the glass doors that the security guard is coming towards me. I told him he needn’t bother I was finished. Then I walked closer to him and said, “One of these days he won’t be the one in power and then I’m going to slap him upside his head and take the battery charge. He said, “Ok hon, just not today ok? Go on home.” patted me on the shoulder and we were on our merry way.

Reminds me of the guard that worked there during all the Gruen trial mess. I walked into the courthouse with my buck knife still on my purse. Alarm goes off but there is no one aroud. I went back out and locked the knife in the car then went back. There was the guard behind his desk. I said, “Where the heck you been? I just came in here with a weapon and you were nowhere to be found.” lol He said, “Hon, if you were going to kill anyone you’d have done it long before now. I’ll give you this one.” lol

I make light of it, but what else can I do? I sure as shootin won’t quit voicing my opinion of abuse. Especially child sexual abuse. Nor women’s or victim’s rights.

Hehe, that’s another thing I forgot. I told the SA I’d be running my mouth in every pub in the county. He said, “Go ahead, I don’t care, I’m the one with the power”

By the time I got home the SA had already called the Irving cop and told him to calm me down. Yeah, he didn’t care much did he. Just so you know, I’ve already started. I figure that’s what helped me most getting the word out on Gruen. Might be a good way to get the word out about this too huh?

Running out of coffee

I woke up to NO coffee beans! If you know me at all, you know I have to have my morning cup of “melt steel” style coffee. Ed poured new water through yesterdays grounds. BLECH! As much as I love coffee, I was not going there.

I went through my morning chores and errands without that all essential cup of wake-up. That is not an easy thing for me or anyone that encounters me. I’m dumber than owl shit.

Now I sit here at nearly 3 in the afternoon finally getting some coffee in me. I may live after all.

Here’s the most interesting part; I thought I was going to have to go sans coffee for days. I was NOT happy about that, but pretty well resigned to it, A couple of my checks got lost somewhere and Ed’s pay from last week hasn’t shown up either.Then, I got ready to head out and happened to feel something in my pocket. Stuck my hand in a pulled out $50! I have no idea how long it’s been there. I know well over a year, because that’s the last time I was able to get into these jeans.

So… I sit here now enjoying my Sumatra, and a few extra groceries are in the kitchen. I also got a banking blunder taken care of with minimal hassle. Not a bad day after all.

Tomorrow will be even better. I’ll actually wake up to good coffee. That’s gotta be better huh?

Our little fire cracker came home today

I stayed with Samara and Camron, Chelsea went to pick up Calli and Jasmine (I have to admit, that name is growing on me) at the hospital.

When they finally arrive here, the kids were ecstatic! By the time I was undoing the car seat straps, they were both oohing and awing over her. As I handed her to Calli, she held her at their height and introduced them. Jasmine promptly got a lick on the head from big sister and cousin both. ;-P I guess she passed the taste test, because they’ve hugged and petted her ever since. They’ve also licked her about ten more times. lol

Samara keeps proclaiming, “MY BABY” . She went in for a nap and when she came back out of the bedroom the first thing out of her mouth was “Where my baby?” We’d been talking about it would be one extreme or another. She was either going to get jealous, or she’d try to mother her (hopefully not to death ). I think Calli is in for the latter.

Sarah, Brian, Melany and Morgan came home for the fireworks tonight. We had a good visit and they are all bedded down now.

I’m sitting here reflecting on a wonderful day with a glass (or two) of cheap Italian wine. I hadn’t seen it in years, so I took that as my cue I was to have it. I’m celebrating! I’m so blessed I can barely contain myself!

Tonight while I held Jasmine close, I just watched as she studied every contour of my face and crazy humidity activated curls. She already knew my voice. Now she’s memorizing the look of me. Unschooling at its most basic!

My family has been added to. Praise You Lord Jesus for allowing it to be so. \o/

some days suck alum

Melany turned four yesterday and tomorrow she’s moving. I knew it would hit me eventually, today was the day. (

She’s my first grand baby born to one I gave birth to. I helped Sarah bring her into this world. I’ve had her live three blocks from me since the day she came home from the hospital.

I don’t like this one bit…

I try to look on the bright side. Coming to Grannie and Pa’s house will be even more exciting from her and Morgan’s viewpoint. (I hope) But, I’ll no longer get phone calls of “Can my mom walk me down there and then she’ll go home?”

There’ll also be no more waiting until mom comes to pick them up to beg to stay longer.

I wish Brian and Sarah all the best. I do understand why they need to move. It doesn’t make much sense for them to stay here in the boonies when his school and work are in the city. Gas is too expensive. The road time is hard on him.

Brain is a good dad to Mel and Mo both. Neither one of those kids wants for anything; and in the city there will be so many new things to show them. I just hope that they visit frequently. I miss them all already.

Like I said, some days suck alum.