Has This Ever Happened to You?

Okay, have any of you had this happen to you? It’s happened to me more than once, I’m not going to admit how many times, suffice it to say, it’s just more than once.

A few minutes ago, during my lunch break, I went through the drive-in at my bank to make a deposit. (Because one of the kids paid their rent a day early, good kid) The line was long, so I figured I’d make good use of my time and give Mom a call. By the way, she’s getting much better.

So it’s my turn to pull up to the booth and I pull up close because my arms are kinda short and I’ve learned to compensate because I usually forget I’m small since I think I’m tall all the time, but I digress. I put my deposit slip into the container and pushed the button. When it comes back a few seconds later, with my left hand I grab the container to take it out of the little elevator vacuum thingy and I say to myself, "don’t drop it, don’t drop it, don’t drop it" and I drop it!.

Then I think, "I’d better hang up on Mom" which I do by saying, "Gotta go Mom, something just happened". I hear, "What? What happened? Are you okay? Aren’t you just at the bank.......? click. Thank God her short term memory is a bit "lost" right now, she’s not gonna remember that I hung up on her.

Just like the last couple of times, I can’t open the door to retrieve the damn container because I’m so very, very close to the booth due to my length challenged arms. And I think, "well, I can’t pull up because if it’s under my tire, I’ll crush the stupid thing." So I buzz the chick in the bank window and ask her if she can see it and with a roll of her eyes (well, I couldn’t really see her, but I know she did) and said, "Yes, you can pull up a little bit". So I carefully pulled up a little, got out of my car and couldn’t reach it, so I kicked it a little bit towards the middle of my car. (I’ve learned a thing or two from doing this a few times). Next I gave the gentleman behind me the universal "wait a minute" sign, got back into my car and drove further. I then got out of my car, retrieved the container and bowed to the gentleman, got the receipt out and exclaimed, "Yes, I know I’m a ditz!!!".

I got back into my car and as I drove away I realized that I’m wearing a very low cut blouse and my top button has popped open. Hey, that guy got a real eye full. No wonder he was laughing while I was driving off.

Today's Blog is Brought to You By the Letter "Tee"

(I had a great long weekend with Capt and the kids. We ate too much and didn’t drink enough. We went to his grandmother’s farm yesterday for a barbeque. Then I left at 4am this morning and got home at 6:45. My house was a mess, bad kids. They put up a new stockade fence on the east side of back yard, good kids. Though the resentment continues......mainly because their rooms are too messy to show the house if I get a call from the realtor and there are dirty socks and used cups all over the house. So I had to spend an hour or so cleaning before work. They even spilled soda on the kitchen floor and didn’t wipe it up. AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH. But they put a fence up all on their own without me asking, or paying for it, yet. They really are wonderful.)

On a nicer note, I’ve been tagged by "Rocksinmydryer" with this:

Ten Significant Words that Start with the Letter "T"

Trees - I love trees. They are simply majestic.

Thomas - My baby. He just turned 24 years old. I wanted to name him Peter or Hans, but his dad wouldn’t hear of it. He looked more like a Thomas anyway. We used to call him Tommee when he was little, now he just likes "Tom" which rhymes with "Mom" and gets us both confused if someone calls us from another room. And he’s not so little anymore, 6'2" (although if he would straighten up and put his shoulders back he’d be taller) I just had to put that in there, I’m still his annoying mom.

Twins - I was blessed with twins. Enough said.

Theresa - my name. My parents didn’t "bother" to give me a middle name, but if I had a choice, it would be Prudence just because its unique like me. My daughter’s middle name is Theresa.

Tulips - they are so pretty sitting on a kitchen table.

Tennis - I was able to play before my "incident" at the hospital and I loved it. Now it is going to take a lot of practice before I can play again. My core muscles are shot to hell!

T-Ball - I like to watch little kids play T-ball.

Thursdays - I always have to work until 8pm on Thursdays. And one time two years ago I brought fried chicken for lunch/dinner to work on a Thursday and now my boss expects it every Thursday. So it’s fried chicken, work late Thursdays!

Thirsty - I love being thirsty for God’s Word and then getting quenched. It feels so awesome.

And finally- Twine - because it has so many uses and I can never remember where I put it the last time I used it. Is it in the shed? The closet? The junk drawer? My girly toolbox? I never know.

If you'd like to get tagged, I'll pick a letter for you too.

My Sunday

Boy cutting the grass




Kage the dog---------------------------------->

Happy Memorial Day

It’s Memorial Day Weekend and I’m in Connecticut visiting Capt and the kids. So far, we're having a blast and I am remaining calm, no eye twitches or ticks.....yet. It is good to see my dog, Kage again even though Capt changed his food and he (the dog) has a huge gas problem. It’s really hard to breathe in the house now and yesterday the kids had to run out of the house holding their noses.

The seeds I planted for their garden have grown into good size plants, I’m amazed Capt remembered to water them these past 3 weeks. Maybe since I left them on his kitchen counter right next to the sink had something to do with it. On Friday, Boy and I dug a spot in the backyard, in the rain, and my hair got all poofy, I did spend hours getting it just right before I left for my 3 hour drive, but what the heck, we had fun.

Yesterday we planted the cucumbers and string beans, I'm going to post a few pictures later when Capt wakes up and shows me how to to it. These children eat like 1,000 cucumbers a day, all year round, so I thought I’d grow them in the yard so they could just go outside and pick them from the vine instead of Capt having to drive to the store for them. This town is microscopic, I’m not kidding, one traffic light, no supermarket.....just mountains and lakes....I love it here. So lets see if Capt and the kids can remember to water them. I planted them them near his garage so when Capt washes his car, which he does a lot, he can just aim a squirt at the veggie plants.

Ever since I've known Capt, I've been asking him to buy a picnic table for his huge backyard. There isn't a place to sit outside and his backyard is beautiful. I love to sit outside and read in the morning, or have dinner outside. Well, yesterday when we drove like 150 miles to get to the nearest Home Depot for some topsoil for the garden, he bought a picnic table. And when it's put together, I'm gonna sit my fat butt out there and enjoy the rest of this beautiful weekend. Hope you are too!

Pie in the Sky

My realtor called yesterday and told me that he had a family he was showing the house to tonight at 6:30pm. I asked the kids to find something to do after work and come home after 7:30pm so the house could be shown. Well, the realtor called me at work at around 2 and told me that they cancelled. (I cleaned and scrubbed the house all morning, but what the heck). Anyway, I neglected to tell the kids....oops....and I had the whole house to myself all night. And this is what I did:




Made this apple pie.

Tell Me What You Think

I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a mother. Throughout my childhood I longed to love someone and to have someone love me back.

When I was 20, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant and alone. Despite what you may think, I was extremely happy and excited about becoming a parent, even if the father didn’t want anything to do with becoming one with me. I didn’t have anyone to guide me through my pregnancy and I made some stupid mistakes, like not knowing about maternity clothes so I bought many pairs of pants in every size as I grew bigger. But I ate healthy, real healthy because I was an organic, raw vegetarian. Mung bean sprouts, tofu, all that crap. And I took real good care of myself for my child.

Even in those early days of pregnancy, I sensed that I was having twins. And at 4 months it was verified, twins it was!

Well, I met a man at my job who was going through a terrible custody battle and we hooked up because he needed a nanny and I needed help....how disfunctional is that? We got married 3 months after the twins were born, a boy and a girl. We had a son when they were 22 months old.

After a few years I left with my 3 kids. He was abusive and although I could have lived like that (since I didn’t have any self worth back then), I didn’t want my daughter to ever married someone like that or have my sons become abusive to their wives. So I left and he never had anything to do with us after that. His children’s mother took them back after a short while. He didn’t have anything to do with them either.

So I raised these three wonderful children alone and loved every minute of it. We kinda grew up together. I made sure they had traditions, security and most of all knew that they were loved unconditionally.

As they grew into teenagers I stayed on top of them, setting boundaries, being involved, making mistakes and learning. They didn’t give me any trouble. Except the youngest, and only for a short period, but I straightened his ass out.

Now they are in their 20's, the twins will be 26 in July and the youngest turned 24 this past Sunday. They still live with me in this big house that I am trying to sell. They are successful, Jen is an accomplished artist and graffic designer www.britedesign.com. Her twin, Dave, is a writer and attending a film conservatory (he's home for the summer, then back to college). Tom is working in the computer field and attending college. majoring in computer science.

I need them to go out on their own, I need to live on my own, I feel like I’m being sucked dry. Don’t get me wrong, they pay minimal rent, they make their own meals, they clean up after themselves (although their standards of cleanliness are not on par with mine), I just want them to be successful, that’s all I ever wanted for them, to be successful in their lives, relationships and careers. I’m just starting to feel, if I dare say, resentful of them. I want a different type of relationship with them now. I want them to come and visit me, not live with me. It’s been very difficult for me lately. I love them, really, really love them, but I did my 26 years of being Mommy and it’s time for me now. I want to be their Mom, the one they go visit and seek advise from - not expect to make things easier for them. (Which I know is my fault)

Quiery: If I wasn’t a single mom and they actually had a father living with us, would I feel the same way? Meaning, would it be easier, emotionally? I feel the strong need for a shift here. I want to live alone! I want my children to be out on their own! But sometimes I also still want to be their Mommy too. What do you think?