Ditzy Grannie

I messed up my last post, I’m officially the bad Grannie. 😛 Morgan will be 2 in just a few days! I thought about editing the original, but that would feel awful sneaky.

I also have new pctures of Samara and Jasmine. Can’t afford to develop them quite yet, but soon.

I only have Camron this afternoon. Did I just say that? LOL Right when I typed “only” I noticed it was rather quiet; I hurried to the door and sure enough, he had it open. I flipped the deadbolt and he was off to use an onion for a ball. 😛

I really have to watch he doesn’t get out the backdoor, dead-bolted or not. That lock sits a bit lower and if he gets his toy crate (read large dishpan) he’s just the right height to unlock it.  Wee whip! I do not like having escapees. They give you grey hair.A good chain lock is on my to get list. I’m going to mount it clear to the top of the door.

oops… phone call. enough rambling for now

Published in: on September 30, 2008 at 7:39 pm  Comments (1)  

My letter

>From :    Sherry Lassiter

Date:        March 9, 2009

Dear Judge Coady:

You will be sentencing my only son, Caleb, on Wednesday.  I know that you will be fair and merciful.  I would like to take this opportunity not to provide an excuse for my son’s conduct, but to provide you with information that very few people know that will hopefully explain why Caleb has behaved the way he has.

I married Edward Lassiter on Feb 20 1982 in Longview, Texas.  We have four children together.  Caleb was born May 1983, Sarah April 1984, Chelsea January 1986, and Calli in 1988.  I also have another daughter Olivia, born in June 1992.

I am ashamed to say that there was a clear pattern of violence in our home.  The longer Ed went without hitting me, the worse the beating was when it did happen.  It got to the point I almost wanted to get slapped at least every week, at least that way his temper wasn’t building.  The first time Caleb was physically involved in the abuse, he was only 2.5 years old.  Ed was dragging me through the house by my hair. Caleb woke up and tried to pull me away from Ed.  He ended up being dragged too.  We both ended up with some really nasty rug burns.  Caleb did not utter one word to his father for about two weeks.  Then, the first thing he said was, “I hate you, you hurt Mommy.”  Caleb seemed to appoint himself my protector while he was still a toddler.  In May of 1990 we lost everything in a flood and decided to move back to Illinois.

Then, in June of 1991 came the worst night yet. That afternoon, I had gotten a babysitter so I could go with a friend on a girls’ day out with Ed’s co-worker’s wife.  When I got home, the babysitter was still here.  That had not been the arrangement.  Ed was supposed to be home at four.  I was due home at 9.  Molly and I were still discussing this when the phone rang.  It was Danielle (the woman I had been with).  She said, Ed just left here, please be careful, he seemed really angry.  Ed got home about an hour later, but didn’t seem to be angry at all.  In fact he was all smiles and “Did you have a good time?.”  I told him about my day and then he said, “Come outside I have a surprise for you.”  I went to follow him outside. When I was going through the door I asked him “What’s the surprise?”  He said, “This bitch!” and punched me so hard in the face I flew across the porch and hit the second door.  That noise alerted Molly (the sitter) and the kids.  I never even had a chance to get my bearings before Ed was on top of me beating me. Molly is screaming, the kids are all screaming.  I remember screaming at Molly to keep the kids inside.  I even got a glimpse of Molly grabbing Caleb.  He had a kitchen knife and was screaming “we have to help her!.”  For the next 20-30 minutes I was beaten .  I was pulled back outside the house and shoved into two wrought iron porch rails so hard they snapped off where they attached to the concrete.  I was shoved through a window and pulled back out.  I remember hearing my children screaming for me.  I also remember hearing screams of “No!.”  It took me a second to realize that I was the one screaming “no,” while Ed was screaming “Die bitch.”  The next thing I remember is three young men walking towards us.  I hear one yell, get off of her now!  Ed paused and I saw that one had a gun.  That made Ed back off enough that I got my feet in between him and me and kicked him down the steps, ran back to the door and told Molly to unlock it and let me in.  I got inside and called the sheriff’s dept.  When the dispatcher came on the line she said the police were already on their way, they had received 7 calls about it in nine minutes.  By the time the police arrived Ed was gone.  They searched for him, but couldn’t find anything.  I refused an ambulance and the police stayed with me until a friend got here to take me to the hospital and take my kids to her house.  At the hospital they taped my ear back onto my head because the Dr said the swelling was happening so fast he was afraid if he stitched it, it would pull out and make it worse.  They x-rayed me and said I had no broken bones.  That diagnosis was later found to be incorrect.  I actually had fractures to my right orbital socket and the 3rd, 5th, and 6th vertebras.  A warrant was issued for Ed’s arrest.  A few days later I got a call from Sheriff Vazzi telling me Ed was being arrested right then and that I should hide.  He was concerned that if Ed had enough money on him he would bail out and come after me.

I stayed with my great Uncle and waited for an opening in one of the shelters before moving my children and I there.  I got an order of protection and began trying to obtain a divorce.  I finally got my divorce decree in 1993 or 94.  I don’t recall the exact date. During the interim, the children and I attended counseling through programs provided through Sojourn House until they were stopped in this area due to lack of funds.  I couldn’t afford to go to Springfield very often and then not at all for financial reasons. While I was married to Ed I didn’t qualify for any financial aide, yet with four small children to care for and later another on the way, it was nearly impossible to find any work that would cover day care costs let alone pay the bills. None of my credentials from Texas would transfer here, I would have to start over, yet still had outstanding student loans to pay.

I ended up doing mostly odd jobs. I baby sat, took in laundry, cared for my grandfather Smith.  Took one elderly man to his doctor appointments and did his grocery shopping and errand running, that kind of thing.  My family was still not in favor of me divorcing, and in order to get me to see things their way refused me any further help.  I turned to my church only to be yelled at by my pastor to remember my vows.  I had already learned from experience as a small child not to have any faith whatsoever in state authorities, so I simply did the best I could with what I had, and that was damn little.

Unbeknown to me at the time, several family members were telling Caleb that he was the man of the house now and had to take care of things.  The child was 8 years old!   What a burden to put on a little guy.

Things weren’t any better for him in the community or school either.  He was a scrawny little kid with big glasses, which made him a target for bullies, and he was bullied.  I went to the police about it a few times, but got blown off or flat out laughed at. I remember one specifically telling Caleb, don’t worry about it, one day you’ll be able to beat them up. Wonderful thing to say to a child sitting in an ER room with a bloody face.  One time Caleb came home from school with a note saying he was being suspended, I believe he was 10 years old at the time.  When I read the note it said that Caleb had been caught with a sharpened Popsicle stick trying to stick another boy with it.  When he saw my eyes going large at reading this he said, “Wait Mom, I can prove this isn’t true.”  He showed me a knot of the back of his head.  On closer inspection, there was something in the knot.  I got the tweezers and pulled out a half inch long piece of wood.  Then he removed his jeans and shirt.  That’s when I saw he had several puncture wounds to his thighs and his back.  Considering this incident took place on the bus before school started that day, I wanted to know why he hadn’t told anyone at school.  He told me he had tried to tell the vice principal, but had been told “Sit down and shut up, I already know what’s going on.”  I met with the Principal the next day.  We came to an agreement. I’d not make a big stink over this if he would assure me the vice principal was never allowed to deal with my children in any way shape or form again.

Due to the bad conditions of Caleb’s birth he had needed special services from the time he was born. He had suffered some brain injury from lack of oxygen.  He was slow to crawl, had some problems learning fine motor skills and the like.  By the time he was 6 I didn’t see any reason for continued services, yet the schools continued to label him as learning disabled.  Then when we got in this school system, it continued.  The school thought he was ADD.  I agreed to testing, which consisted of him being watched playing in a room for about 20 minutes.  The person that did this “testing” agreed that Caleb was ADD and sent her findings to the school and our doctor.  When I went to the doctor’s appointment, he wanted to put Caleb on Ritalin.  I reluctantly agreed under the condition that nothing be administered at school.  My oldest daughter was born with heart problems and the school had already messed up with her meds three times.  I didn’t trust them any longer to distribute meds to my children.  By the second or third day on this medication Caleb was beside himself.  He told me he felt like he had bugs running through him.  He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep.  I decided that night that since he’d been taking this for such a short time, I’d take him off of it and simply not tell anyone and see how it went.  At the next meeting with the school a few weeks later, the first thing said to me was by his teacher.  She said. Mrs. Lassiter , “I’m so glad you finally agreed to medicate Caleb, things are so much better.”  I lost it.  I turned to her and said, “Guess what? He hasn’t been on meds. So, I contend the only thing that has changed is your attitude towards my child.”  There was a lot of shuffling of papers and coughing, but the meeting was brought to an abrupt halt.  I let them know right then and there I was withdrawing Caleb from their school. I did withdraw him and sent him to stay with his Uncle Chuck in Raymond for what remained of that school year.  Caleb did a lot better at that school, but I couldn’t afford to move to that district.  I had considered home schooling while in Texas, but hadn’t considered it further once we were in a smaller community like this.  Now things had changed.  I contacted a friend in Texas, who put my in touch with a lovely Mennonite woman in this state.  We talked, then met, and she put the word out through the home schooling community.  By the first month of that summer, I was a member of two home schooling support groups, and fellow members collected enough books for me to borrow to see not only Caleb through the next school year, but my girls too.  Things went well for a while.  Ed was sticking to the conditions of the OP.  He had visitation with the kids under the condition that if I even suspected drug or alcohol abuse, I didn’t have to turn them over to him.  He abided by that quite well for a time.  That is until he moved in with a new girlfriend.  It became evident quite quickly things had changed.  By the third visitation after she entered the picture, I put a stop to the visitations.  I told Ed if he didn’t like it he was more than welcome to take me to court.  He didn’t do so and that made me sure I was right in my suspicions.

I began having trouble with Caleb in new ways. He was angry and acting out.  He was even angry with me, although I don’t think he was mature enough to even realize that himself.  He was still young enough to believe mom should be able to fix things.  I remember once when Caleb was in a fit of anger I asked him where my smiling boy was.  He told me that boy had died.  When Caleb began getting into trouble, all the authorities, from prosecutors to probation officers, to public defenders to child welfare workers kept telling me, “He needs a man in his life.”  .Like I didn’t know that?  Was I supposed to manufacture one?  I even had one woman tell me I was being a bitter ex-wife for not letting Ed have the kids.  She didn’t stay around long enough for me to explain why I had stopped the visitations.  I tried signing Caleb up for Big Brothers.  We were called and told he had been matched with someone and the date the young man would be here to see Caleb.  That day Caleb sat out on the porch for hours waiting for this guy.  He never showed.  Once again circumstances showed Caleb that he wasn’t worth anyone’s trouble or attention.
When he was 11 he did his first of three stints in rehab.  He was housed with a group of teen gang- bangers from Chicago.  He looked up to those teens. They impressed upon him that they were cool.  That gang life was cool.  That to be a thug was cool.  When Caleb was 12 he was sent to a home in Mt Vernon.  The counselor there told me that the only time he had been able to make Caleb show emotion was when he told him he did have worth as a human being.  He told me Caleb hugged onto him and cried for two hours.  Also, right around that time, Caleb and Sarah went to spend a couple of weeks with my mother and her husband.  While they were there, Sarah was sexually abused by my step-father.  Caleb took this very hard.  In his mind, he should have been able to protect his little sister.  I don’t believe he ever fully got over that feeling of guilt and helplessness.

There was also a man named Wesley Gruen that tried to take my daughters Chelsea and Calli one evening when they were leaving a church function.  For nearly three years that man stalked Chelsea. Eventually, there was a trial and he was sent to prison, but the damage from those years of hell was already done. Not only to Chelsea and Calli, but our family as a whole.  By the time Caleb was 15, I had been brow beaten into letting him go live with his father.  I was not allowed to call Caleb, and very rarely saw him.  Once in court the judge told Ed that I had every right to call any time I wanted.  Ed’s girlfriend had the phone removed.  I still suspected there were bad things going on in that house, but had no proof.  Years later I found out that Ed’s girlfriend was the one that got Caleb high on crack for the first time; before he had ever gone to live with them.

I know Caleb to be a very compassionate young man.  Not from anything he’s told me, but from things some of his friends have told me.  One of his friends told me about one time they were walking in Litchfield.  They walked by an old man and Caleb asked him how he was doing.  The man told him not good, he had just lost his wife.  Caleb stayed and talked with the man for more than an hour.  Before he left, he prayed with the man.  I remember one time after an abuse counseling session Caleb asked me, “How can I make sure I don’t turn out like Dad?”  I told him the way to make sure he didn’t become an abuser was to never let himself forget what it felt like to be a victim.

Caleb has a lot of respect for women.  He will not tolerate any woman being treated badly in his presence.  I’ve seen him tell men to quit what they are doing, even if the only thing they are doing is talking badly to the woman.  It is simply not in Caleb to tolerate any form of abuse towards women.  Considering all the violence he witnessed as a child, it could have turned out very differently.

Caleb is a hard worker too. Every man he has ever done work for has at some point told me he was the best worker they could ask for.  When Caleb was here with me, I found his help invaluable.  I have some health issues due to old injuries problems with my neck that lead to problems with my leg and arm.  He fixed a lot of things around here that I couldn’t do for myself, nor could I afford to hire someone to do it.  He’d get on me about trying to do things that had the potential of hurting me more or causing me to fall.

I know my son is no angel.  In many respects, Caleb has paid a very high price for my mistakes and my poor decisions.  Caleb has never made excuses for his poor decisions, and he probably will not do so in front of you in court.  But I can tell you this.  He’s had very few breaks in his life.  His father failed him.  I failed him in many respects.  The school system failed him as did the social service system.

Caleb is prepared to take his medicine like a man.  Due to circumstances beyond his control, he was forced to become a man well before he was ready.  I know that Caleb must be sentenced to at least 6 years and at most 30 years.  He has actually taken advantage of opportunities he has had in prison that were not available to him here such as education.  I would ask that you see like I see, and like Caleb’s counselor in Mt. Vernon saw, that he has worth as a human being.  I would be forever grateful if you would sentence him closer to 6 years so he could see a brighter future that I was unable to provide him.    I also know Caleb could have turned out much worse all things considered.  I love him and trust that you will not fail him.

Sherry Lassiter

Published in: on March 13, 2009 at 10:42 pm  Comments (2)  

Grannie crowing time.

5 and 1 respectively

5 and 1 respectively

I got this picture from Sarah and then played with it a bit on PSP. I figured if I couldn’t sleep. I might as well do something relaxing. I can hardly believe Melany is 5 and Morgan already 1!

Published in: on September 30, 2008 at 8:29 am  Comments (1)  

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?

Published in: on February 23, 2008 at 5:19 pm  Leave a Comment  

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!

Published in: on February 20, 2008 at 1:21 pm  Comments (3)  

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. 🙂

Published in: on February 18, 2008 at 7:32 am  Leave a Comment  

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!

Published in: on February 3, 2008 at 7:36 am  Comments (2)  

Testing things out

I got a new computer chair today and had to see if it truly made a difference the way Jeff said it would. over and over and over I might add. ;-).

Today he bought me one. Talk about a shock! Not only do I have a new chair it’s an executive chair. 😉 This young man wasn’t messing around. lol

Some times I get a little freaked on Jeff. He’s a wild child. Then he does something this sweet out of the blue and I remember why it is I DO love him. He’s the father of my grandson, he’s a hard worker, and he does his best to make it possible for Chelsea to be a stay at home mom. Doesn’t hurt he loves me and makes it clear to anyone who cares to listen. lol

Ok, off here for now, my experiment is done.

Published in: on January 31, 2008 at 12:21 am  Leave a Comment  

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

Published in: on January 28, 2008 at 6:27 pm  Comments (2)  

Things I have learned being a Grannie

Let me start by telling anyone that doesn’t know, I have 9 grandkids. Some step, some heart, some biological. I don’t recall who’s what most of the time. 🙂

My grandkids are Marcus 10, Matthew the elder 7, Nathan 6 Melany 4, Matthew the younger 3, Samara 2, Morgan 1, Camron 1, and Jasmine 7 months the 4th of next month.

I baby sit a LOT. Child care is expensive, In my not so humble opinion a hot bed of needless attacks on tiny immune systems and emotions only places for those that have no choice in the matter., Besides, I didn’t have five kids to not want to be with my grand babies. 😉 It works out well for everyone.Most days that is… and here’s where the learning came in:

I’ve learned when you have five or more of them over it is a good idea to keep a damp mop handy at ALL times along with assorted rags.

I’ve learned that when they are potty training, one will poop on the kitchen table while the other is pooping on the dining room table.

I’ve learned that sometimes it is a good thing to keep antibacterial soap around.

I’ve learned that when you see one of the pups go by with pink stuff all over the top of his head I’d better go find the baby that was eating strawberry yogurt. Oh yeah, and don’t forget that mop and a new rag.
I’ve learned that most dogs and cats do NOT like having yogurt washed off of them. (I need to add protective gloves to my next shopping trip)

I’ve learned Grannie’s lap is too small to make everyone happy.

I’ve learned that three boys + two dogs = lots of noise. It is great fun to get huge puppies to chase you into the kitchen to watch them slide when they hit the newer slicker floor.

I’ve learned large dogs make great make-shift horses. Much to the chagrin of said dogs.

I’ve learned that little girls love my Mary Kay as much as I do. Lip liner makes a WONDERFUL crayon, and lipstick is made to be munched and smeared.

I’ve learned a lot, but the best thing I’ve learned is I’m very blessed. Even when they wear me to a frazzle. 😉

Sometimes life is rough. Go hold a child… suddenly the world will look a lot better. 🙂

Published in: on January 25, 2008 at 7:39 pm  Comments (2)