Archive for January, 2008

I Am Mother, Hear Me Roar

Have I ever told y’all that #2 has migraines? He does. It’s one of those things where as a parent, you would rather be hit over the head with a hammer than watch your kid cry with pain like that. If I could pay money to have them instead of him, I would do it. Any parent would.
He’s had them for about 2 or 3 years. We didn’t realize they were migraines til about 6 months ago when the doctor diagnosed it as that.

Usually, he can get one and he’ll go to sleep for about 30 minutes or so, he wakes up and he’s fine. Sometimes he throws up, sometimes he doesn’t. The doc gave him a prescription for nausea stuff but even at 9 years old, #2 is all “I don’t want to take anything.” I think it might make him more sickly feeling to swallow anything.

He’s had one this afternoon. This was the first time I’d ever seen him want all the lights off, no sound, nothing. It lasted longer. I forget he’s approaching double digit age and as he grows, those will grow and change (hopefully go away eventually).

I’ve never had a migraine. I’ve worked with a ton of people who have had them. My sister used to have them (do you still get those? I haven’t heard you mention them in a long time).

I absolutely hate it when #2 has them. Hate. It.

Something else I hate? Having to be the Bad Guy with one of my teenagers. I have to say though, your Sista grew some testicles last night in the process. I miss the days when she liked me. The days when she’d say “Mommy…wanna howd you.” I’m trying to hold her now. I think she half wants me to still. Maybe that’s the deal with being a teenager and that half woman/half child thing.

The HT and had a big ol row last night when she spoke to me, using words and a tone in public that was highly inappropriate either in public or private. I know it’s the age. I know. Still, I have been remiss in allowing her to get away with it.

Interestingly enough, I hear her say things that used to come out of my mouth at my parents and now, I hear myself say things my father used to say to me…that causes a little shiver. I will add here that the intensity in which I said smartalecky things to my father was NOTHING like what she does.  Plus, my dad was from another generation.  A generation that wasn’t worried about putting the fear of the father (and I don’t mean the Lord) in you.

I wish I could get across to her that I am on her side. I’m for her.

Again, I say that parenting is not for the faint of heart or the lily-livered.

Crappity Crap

Newscoma…I didn’t mean to lose my wonderful template.  That’s what I get for playin’.

A Decision

Nobody has asked and I don’t know that anybody cares, really, but, I think I know who I’m going to vote for in this Presidential election.  I’m not political and don’t engage in political arguments or discussions, as a rule.  With all this Super Tuesday stuff coming up it’s been on my mind and I made my decision the other morning when I was getting ready for work.

The winner is….


Why?  Not cause I’m a feminist although I do think a woman can do the job as good as any man, plus with multi-tasking skills get more accomplished.  The big reason…healthcare and the economy.  That’s it. 

 So what if she’s not icky gooey sweet and charming?  Charm and fashion sense doesn’t mean a hill of beans if my house is foreclosed (y’all have NO idea how close we’ve been to that before) and I’ve got some horrendous disease and can’t afford to go to the doctor because I was laid off. 

I don’t care if gay people can legally marry.  Let them.  If you don’t like it, fine.  In the grand scheme, is it more important that the guys that live across the street from my mother can legally be married or is it more important that the  young mom who had to have valve replacement surgery and because she was unable to afford her copay, not go for a follow up doctors appointment and then died at 35 years old? Helloooooo?  No  brainer.  Doesn’t mean I don’t love Jesus.  Ding dong…..reality is calling.

Dang, I’m Good

I couldn’t sleep last night.  It wasn’t the wind keeping me up. (Boy, that was some breeze wasn’t it?).  Just couldn’t sleep.

I finally went to sleep about 3:30.

Sometime in the morning, I’m sleeping and I hear Meredith Viera’s voice.  I’m not supposed to hear Meredith whilst I’m betwixt sleeping and waking. No, I’m supposed to hear Holly, Aaron and Tim.

Mr. Smiff nudges me…”I thought you were up.”  It was 7:15.  I’m supposed to be at work at 8:00.

Praise the Lord  and my flatiron that this was not one of those mornings that my hair was sticking straight up in the air, as it does most mornings. 

I have a talent of being able to get ready quick.  Even when I have to blowdry and fix the hair, I’m quick.  I’m quicker than Mr. Smiff even.  I even made coffee.
Luckily, the traffic was not bad and I was at work on time.   

She Knows How To Use Them

Is this a great photo or what? 


From The Leaf Chronicle, the tall blonde is the daughter of a co-worker of mine.  She’s so tall the other player is between her legs. 

I wish I had long legs. 

Go Lulu!

Y’all…Lulu Roman has lost a bunch of weight.  She looks amazing. Not like the same person at all.  Unbelievable how poundage can change your appearance.  She tells about how she did it here.

I haven’t lost as much as Lulu, but, I’ve lost somewhere betwixt 20-25 lbs since September.  The Chipmunk Cheeks aren’t quite as chipmunky now.  Praise!

This Is Familiar To Me…

When I got to work this morning, several people were talking about the little boy they saw on the news this morning with Asperger’s that sang the National Anthem at a Martin Luther King rally last week and how singing kinda zaps him into place. 

When #2 is doing homework, drawing, or anything that he’s focused on, he hums.  Sometimes, it’s at different pitches and different decibel levels.  All of this is interesting.  Perhaps music could be a very important key for some people with this? 

Go listen to David Militello sing.  It’s amazing.  I can’t help but laugh when he’s on the pew and he’s standing on his head.  That is what life with #2 is like sometimes. Welcome to my world.

Things You Probably Don’t Want To Know About My Saturday

 If your dvr starts acting like it’s possessed by Satan, you can unplug it, plug it back in and it will work.

I forgot the Game Show Network shows “What’s My Line” and “I’ve Got A Secret” at like, 3 in the morning.    Bob Crane was on the WML I saw when I couldn’t sleep (again) with a young and quite pert and cute Phyllis Newman.  I love her.

Poor Bob Crane.  That’s one sad story there, friends.  This episode was from 1965  during the height of his success with Hogan’s Heroes.  He was one  good looking, charming sonuvagun.

Bob is the  perfect example of how life can spin scarily out of control and before you can say “Colonel Klink”, you can find yourself in a heap o’trouble.  (This is where I insert the “Mmm, mmm, mmm” just like my father used to do when telling a sad, unfortunate story).

Feelings are Time Travelers.  Did you know that?   I learnt that on the Oprah Show yesterday. Some very wise rabbi (not Schmooley) said so.  I think the Good Rabbi is dead on right there.  What would we do without Oprah?

I learned that just because I set my alarm for 6:30 on Saturday morning to get to #2’s basketball game, that does not mean I will hear said alarm the first time it goes off.  In fact, I just might not hear it til say, an hour later when #2 is supposed to arrive for game.

I learned that it’s not a good idea to forget #2’s earplugs when he goes to play basketball.

Heh, I say “Play” but he mostly ran up and down the court today trying to make some kid on the other team laugh. #2 just has the best time wherever he’s at.  The loss today was not quite as horrid as last week’s.  We actually scored 10 points to First Methodist’s 20 or something.  Gavin loves that, I’m sure.

Chad gave #2 some cotton balls to stuff his ears to help muffle the noise.  Part of Asperger’s is the extreme sensitivity to sound.   Sounds that may be a little annoying to  most of us, are literally, painful to #2.  Scoreboards and whistles are kindly loud.

I couldn’t help but laugh everytime I looked at my kid, cotton balls in ears his funny little run he does when he’s really bored and uninterested in the game (most of the time)….he made me think of Warren and his earmuffs.  (Somebody out there’s gonna say I’m awful.  I have to laugh about it so I don’t cry.  Some of us deal with stuff through humor. )warren.jpg

8:00 basketball games aren’t really so bad.  If you look at it like you can go get it over with and come back home and take a nap, like Yours Truly did.  It’s really o.k. It’s just getting there that’s the interesting part.

Cinnamon does not have any place in Hazelnut creamer, Tiger Mart People.  Sorry.  Since when did y’all quit having the regular, hazelnut?  I do like the creamer pumps you got going though.

Did you know that there was such a thing as Corn Nuggets?  As in a cousin to the Chicken Nugget?  The Drama Queen would not eat spaghetti tonight but wanted Corn Nuggets instead.  That’s, like, gross.

I had one of the most humiliating experiences this evening, that I think I’ve ever had.  It’s in the Top Three of Sista’s Worst Moments.  Then again, it may be just the kick I need.

(Someday, I may tell y’all my most horrific moment in my life that still, to this day, almost 20 years later makes me cringe and shiver and want to put a bag over my head.  Today’s not that day though.  It’s actually funny now but very embarrassing.)

Blowing Away

I have had this song flying around the Ipod all week. One of those things I play over and over. I’ve been listening to Linda Thompson’s version, which is pretty spectacular. This live version with two of my favorite singers,ever…Linda and Bonnie…is pretty mahvelous. (By Linda Thompson, I am not speaking of the girl that hung out with Elvis, was a  Hee Haw Honey , married Bruce Jenner and then David Foster and somehow ended up being a songwriter through that.   Come to think of it,  being  with the King of Rock and Roll, an Olympic Gold Medalist and a  top writer/producer sorta feller might  be cause for some DRAM uh in life.   Hmm.

Why My Kids Aren’t Atheletes

It is now 1:23 a.m.  #2 has a basketball game at 8:00.  That means we have to be there at some point before 8:00 on a Saturday morning.

That is all kinds of wrawng.

Slim Lives!

I missed the initial, exaggerated reports earlier in the week of Slim Whitman’s demise. I’m trying to think of where I was and how in the world I missed such news (or un-news).

I have a connection to Slim and I do think it’s cool.The Dad produced Slim back in the early 70’s when he was with United Artists Records.

I can remember the time Slim came to our house for supper. I don’t know exactly how old I was, but, I couldn’t have been more than 4 years old.

I remember the mustache and I think my sister and I were more impressed with the stuffed Woody Woodpecker he brought us than anything. I do remember, as little as I was, that Slim had very distinct eyes that stood out.
It sorta pains me now that people didn’t always have cameras at the ready back in those days like we do now. There are some good pictures of my parents with all sorts of famous people, but, sadly, there are a ton of missed opportunities that I would kill to have photos of. The Supper with Slim is one of those things.

At any rate, I’m glad Slim is still amongst us.

Twisted Sista

It is 27 degrees outside. 

Why then…did I just now go to Sonic and get a Butterfinger Blast for lunch?  I treat myself to one of those maybe once or twice a year and never when it’s 27 degrees.  What is up with that?

It could be cause I just came from the Shrink’s office. Interesting discussion about past traumatic experiences and how we process them and how they can affect us forever.  I like my Shrink.  Nice feller who is very smart.  I told him he should go into Psychiatry for a living.  Hee. Funny Sista. 

Usually, I go in his office and say “yeah, the Adderall is good” and I’m in and out in a few minutes.  Today, I actually gave him some work to do.  Course, I was still probably the easiest case he’ll see today. 

I’m just glad I’m not nuts and the Shrink didn’t recommend committal or nothing.

Maybe that explains the Sonic Blast. I dunno. 

 It’s an awfully good Sonic Blast, I must say.

Oh, Aunt Bee

Y’all have to go look at this.  It’s Mr. Smiff and them live and in the flesh on the Mayberry’s Finest website.  You can even see the Mayberry-Mobile.  Please note the expression on Mr. Smiff’s face when the video stops.  It cracks me right on up.

Incidentally, Mayberry’s Finest products are in some grocery stores now.  Be looking for it and try it.  I hear the collard greens are really good. 

A Father’s Heart

Rick Burgess spoke at his son’s memorial service yesterday.  I heard part of it this morning.  Powerful stuff. Preach on, Bro. Rick. Seriously, I would not be surprised if this tragedy propels Rick into a more full-time ministry.

If you don’t “get” Christianity and why those of us who  believe, believe….just listen to a little bit of Rick. This is faith in action, right here. This is why we know it’s more than an Imaginary Friend. 

Secret Chord

I am nuts about this song. I had sorta heard it before through Shrek but only recently got to know it. The Manchild had discovered it, unbeknownst to me, a little before I did. He’s partial to Rufus Wainwright’s version though. kd lang could sing the phonebook and it would be great.

Brilliant, brilliant lyrics, melody, the whole package.