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… the Prince’s first bb game was awesome!  He scored 4 times & assisted numerous times, especially w/ those rebounds!  Gotta love the big guys.  The final score was 35 – 27.  Go PINTOS!   & guess what we found last night when we stopped by Big 5?  Size 14 (FOURTEEN) men’s bb shoes.  They even told us that once they had a size 20 in the store & that they routinely carry larger bb shoes.  The funny thing about that is that we’ve looked for shoes there before & they told us that they didn’t carry anything larger than a 12 or 13.  Oh, well, @ least we found some bb shoes & on sale!

But that isn’t all we’ve done tonight.  The Princess had a makeup soccer game.  Usually our sidelines look like we’re all @ the beach because of the beach umbrellas.  Tonight it was all about the coats, gloves & hats!  Now guess the temp.  Would you believe it was 64 (it did get down to 62)?  I was freezing too!  Back to the game.  Her game was a tie (the other team had a really good goalie!) Right after that we left & took the Prince to a ym/yw activity.

I’m truly loving taking the kids & cheering them on in their various endeavors.  I’ve always said that I love the baby/toddler stage the best but this is awesome!  Now if I can only quit panicking about not getting uniforms washed on time!


gasp, cough, choke, aaaachhhooooooo!!!! Well, I’ll update on the part front & then I need to get back to laundry, carpet cleaning & this little thing called my final essay.

The Prince is great w/ what we’re doing for his b-day.  Well, except we’re adding in an ice cream cake & I guess buying the Princess some more Soy ice cream.  She says she’s okay w/ that but I might let her have a minuscule sliver of the ice cream cake.  We’ll have to see.  Oh & I have to head down to the feed store today or tomorrow so that I can get a couple of bails of hay for a shooting range/post.  Did I mention that the Prince is getting a bb gun?  Yep, he is.  After a couple of years of air soft guns plus taking & passing a gun safety class & getting his boy scout gun merit badge, I guess he’s ready.

Guess what?   The Princess doesn’t want a Barbie cake!  Instead she suggested this cake which I made before I knew how to do anything.  I thought “okay, I can run w/ this & make it tons better!”  Only she got me & decided that she wants a Minnie Mouse cake!  (I actually have an old minnie mouse character cake pan)  I really hate this idea don’t want to do this.  I hate doing the star tip for that long.  It will take all day since it’s been so long but what do I do?  I think I’m still going to work on her to let me do an updated better version of the cake above.  Sure would save me lots of pain time!

The Princess has had her nose a little bit out of joint lately because my focus hasn’t been as much on her.  With the Prince hurt I’ll admit that I’ve been a little more preoccupied w/ him.  Today I sent the Princess to her room because she was throwing a little mini tantrum.  You know the kind.  Where the child just kinda huffs & puffs & stomps away.  Well, since Sunday I’ve  been over that behaviour.  I’d been trying to help her get over this by making her realize that what she was doing wasn’t cutting it & I finally had to step up the stakes for her a bit.  So, she’s been sent to her room twice now.  After her 7 min are up we talk about what she can do when she finds herself getting angry.  (nope, that part hasn’t changed yet!  Someday….)  This time when I walked in and finally convinced her to roll over & talk w/ me (she was sobbing like her life was over) the first thing she says is “the Prince always gets two straws!”

I have to mention that I love it when my kids do this.  Start talking about a completely different subject.  Once, when the Prince was maybe 4, it was his bedtime but he was exhausted & crying.  We (Hubby, the Prince & I) were outside of the Prince’s door & he was sobbing up a storm only we didn’t know why other than that he was tired.  Finally he tells us that he doesn’t like the letters M, N, O & P plus he doesn’t like the number 5.  Hubby & I had the hardest time not laughing.  This was just so off the wall.

Anyway this was what the Princess was doing.  Talking about something so off the wall.  I actually had to think back to when the last time the Prince even used a straw!  I think it was a smoothie he made about a week ago but a) the Princess was @ school & b) he only used one straw.  I did finally get her to see that she’s not the only one in our family & sometimes it’s not all about her.  We talked some more & then she came out & actually used the things we’d spoken about!  The Prince was playing his usual games (literally & figuratively!! lol) & the Princess spoke calmly & told the Prince that he wasn’t being fair.  In the end, I sent the Prince to HIS room because he ended up throwing a teen tantrum!

*disclaimer – My kids really are nice & most of the time, pretty good but occasionally they are, well, brats!  They come by it honestly.  Ask my mom!  hee,hee

Wahoo!  It’s spring break time which means sleeping in late, kids visiting friends, playing outside…. Wait.  That’s just my fantasy of spring break.  sigh… Oh, well.  I brought the reality of it on myself.  What is the reality, Susan?  Well, I saw an add in the local gossip sheet paper that was for a spring break (1 week) horse riding camp.  The only bad thing is that it starts @ 8 in the morning.  Meaning the kids & I still have to get up @ the same time as if they were going to school.  I knew it was too good to be true.  Actually the kids are having a blast (they started on Monday & go through Friday) other than the Princess getting cramps from gripping her horse so tight.

Today, since I was watching the neighbor’s daughter who is also in the camp, I thought a little swimming expidition to the local watering hole pool would be in order.  Guess what?  The Princess was so tired that we had to leave early (we got there @ 2pm & left a little after 5pm) & when we got home she fell asleep on my bed waiting for me to get the shower hot.  Mission accomplished in that I have successfully worn my daughter out!  On the upside, her legs weren’t bothering her when she woke up @ 7:30pm.  Of course her little nap meant that she stayed up until 10pm but hey, what’s a little sleep for a kid, eh?

We really had a fun time though.  The Prince brought one of his friends so that he had somebody to pal around w/ & since I was watching the neighbor girl, the Princess had someone too.  Oh & have you ever noticed that people’s attitudes (mine) can be so vastly different in the water?  While we were swimming we kept running into (literally!) this big, kinda frightening looking dude.  He almost had a menacing look about him if you know what I mean. And further more if I met him in a dark alley I would be more than a little bit afraid.  That’s what he looked like.  But know what?  He was the nicest man.  He was laughing & having fun w/ his kids.  We’d bump into him & he’d just laugh & apologize to us!  Dude had some pretty serious tats that looked like things you see in prison movies.  The old saying about not judging a book by it’s cover kept popping into my mind.

Towards the end of our visit some girls came in & man, were they checking out my son!  I kept wanting to go over & tell them that he was only 12.  Yeah, yeah, I know he turns 13 next month but this mama was having some serious mama bear issues!  I’ve already told Hubby that when it’s actually time for the kids to seriously date (late 20’s will work – *grin*) that he might want to remind me that I do want grandkids someday, but not until then.

I’m supposed to be making cookies & dinner for my neighbors tonight.  My sweet neighbor went in for a hysterectomy & came out w/ a catheter because the dr nicked her bladder.  Anyway that’s neither here nor there except that seems to be par for the course w/ the drs around here.  OH & I know I’m rambling but I thought I’d write anyway.  Just cause.

I’ve taken some midol for the cramps but man, does that stuff knock me for a loop!  It would be like being high or stoned for some of the rest of you.  Yeah, just call me a lightweight but remember that I’m allergic to narcotics & ibuprfin so this is a pretty good drug.  Wanna know the really weird thing?  It only works this way when I’m in a lot of pain w/ cramps.  So is this all in my head?

Sometimes in church I look around @ other people’s children & wonder if my children will date them & if they’ll marry one of them.  I’ve found the boy of my choice (so far) for the Princess but he’s the Prince’s age & a little old for her yet.  So far no one for the Prince.  Does this mean there is no one good enough for him?  (I promise to not be like my mil!  *shudder*)

Hubby has finally come over to my side & agrees that if we could sell our house & not loose money that we could leave here.  Victory, even if minor (he’s not looking for a job out of here), is very sweet!

When you’ve taken food to someone else do you dither about what to make?  I’m on my third recipe in my mind.  I think this is the one though.

I have always (okay, probably 95% of the time) slept w/ @ least one foot out from under the covers.  I can remember doing it as a child.

Along w/ the above, I rub my feet together when I go to bed.  I don’t do it hard or fast just a gentle rubbing of one foot on the other.  Yes, I know it’s a comfort thing.  I notice it more often when I’m stressed but Hubby says I always do it.

I wonder if either of my kids do either of the above?  Food for thought.

The Prince looks a lot like his dad but is like me in temperament usually.

My mom thinks that the Princess looks a lot like my sil & mil which would totally make me cry if I thought it was true so I totally avoid that thought!

It’s almost time for me to become a parent stand in for 2 more girls & a boy.  The girls are siblings & the boy is an exchange student from Mexico.

I love my family!

I love my nieces & nephews to pieces.  I can’t think of one who I wouldn’t do anything for.  I feel very privileged to have this be the case.

Rambled enough.  Got to pull it together (hello, Dt Coke!) so that I can pick up the kids from school soon.

One of my sisters watched a show on MTV (they’ve dropped the “music television part of the logo but they should really just change to “teen drama tv”) called “16 & pregnant” about some high school girls who find out they’re pregnant.  I’ve only watched 3 episodes & 2 were from last season but those kids are nuts!  I have a feeling I was similar although I never would have spoken to my parents the way that these kids do.  Only one couple (yep, the boy stuck around) gave up the baby for adoption.  Only one.  The other two girls go out & party @ night expecting their parents to take care of the baby.  This scares me.  This could have been me.  It really could.  Except for the part where I treat my parents like crap.  I couldn’t have done that.

The teen pregnancy rate is pretty high down here especially @ one of the hs’s that my kids could go to.  Luckily we have a choice since our school district doesn’t have a hs – we’re only k – 8th grade here in our three schools.  I think what really scares me is that things I swore up & down my kids wouldn’t go through (constant runny nose, binkies past the age of 2 & other little things) my kids did.  Heck, we didn’t get rid of binks until both of my kids were over 3!  Hubby would freak out if this happened but then again I probably would too.  I hope that I would be able to talk them into giving the baby up for adoption but….

We do talk to the kids about this stuff according to their ages.  For instance the Prince hears that kissing isn’t even something he should be doing until he’s oh, 25 (I’m joking on the age thing there- I would like grandkids once they’re grown & able to support themselves & a family!) but not until then.  Yes, we joke but we’ve also told the kids that they won’t date until they’re 16 & then it will be group dates.  Yes, we know that you can get into “trouble” even in a group but hopefully they will try to stick to the values that we try to teach them.  Have I mentioned that the kids don’t watch most of prime time tv programing & that ABC Family is banned most evenings?  Yes, sex, drugs & rock ‘n roll are out there but we’re trying to teach our kids that there are some things to completely avoid, others need to be put off until they are older & ready for the responsibility (we’ve had casual conversations about how sex is a responsibility & that even one time can get you pregnant, or a girl friend!!!) while some are okay for now but that not everything is as good as it is hyped up to be.

I don’t mean to lecture but wow!  MTV is quite the education these days & not necessarily in a good way although I do think that most of the show’s moral is that it is hard to be a teen parent & raise a kid.  This latest episode was w/ Janelle & Andrew (a loser who is so messed up it isn’t even funny).  Janelle ends up dumping the boyfriend but then she just goes off the deep end into party girl central.  Even some of her friends are concerned.  Towards the end I thought she’d decided to give the baby up but she didn’t.  The really funny thing is that her mom would have totally supported her in giving the baby up; a lot of the teen’s parents didn’t want the girls to give the babies up.

Yeah, I know that this is a rambling editorial but I had to get this out.  Things that scare me can overwhelm me (I have some pretty bad panic attacks sometimes) so I have to let them go.  Here’s to me letting go & all of our children listening to us & understanding that we love them & want the best for them.  That includes them being children until they’ve had the chance to actually grow up.  That includes them becoming productive members in our society.  That includes them not doing drugs (yes, I’ve tried some but am really grateful that I am so deathly allergic to drugs – I can never become an addict as I’d die first), waiting until marriage for sex (old-fashioned but very doable) & enjoying rock ‘n roll!

I survived my first assignment.  I thought I’d better let y’all know that right off.  Since I did everything I was instructed to do I wonder if this means I got an “A”?  My first “A”.  Aw, shucks.  I mean all I had to do was log into a certain program & once online email the instructor.  I think it went well.  It should’ve.  I mean it really wasn’t that hard once I booted the Princess off her Strawberry Shortcake site so that I could actually use the internet.  Guess I’d better plan on making sure my homework is sent in before the kids get home.  Such pressure.  Phew!

I’m sitting here feeling a little bit, well, guilty.  I’ve gone on & on about my disdain for most social networking sites & I’ve let the Prince have a Facebook account.  Of course it’s as private as I could possibly make it & I’ve got all of his passwords so that I can check & see what he’s up to.  Oh & I let the Princess watch over his shoulder.  If nothing else that should keep him on the straight & narrow.  He has realized that his little sister will sing like a canary (quite literally if you let her!) if he does anything he shouldn’t.  She’s @ that age ya know.  The one where they’re getting over tattling but still do it all the time?  Kinda like Brick on this last weeks episode of the middle.  His mom tells him that she can always tell when he’s lying & the show springs into a flashback of the little kid telling the mom something & then whispering to himself but loudly enough that everyone can hear him, that he’s lying.  That phase.

But back to the Prince & his new obsession.  Part of why I am feeling so guilty is that there is a age limit & I let him age himself by 3 months.  It’s not a lot but what am I teaching him?  I’ve tried so hard to teach him to not lie & then I let him go ahead & lie to the world.  Well, not really since his account is private & isn’t supposed to turn up on any of the search things.  Um hmm, right.  What kills me the most & I’m totally admitting to giving into social pressure here, is that he’s now “friends” w/ all of his friends from church.  The ones who are all YOUNGER than he is!  Like by 3 months.  Which means they are all only 12 1/2.  Ugh.  Being a mom is tough.  Having a conscience is just as tough!  Oh & I think it didn’t help @ all that Hubby didn’t see anything wrong w/ it.  The same Hubby who wouldn’t be caught dead w/ a Facebook, my space page, twitter account or a blog.  I really did feel outmaneuvered.  Yes, I’m totally trying to justify it.

And just so that y’all don’t think I’m always such a downer I’ve got a little bit of a joke that Hubby sent me today.  I love it & I want some too!

Yesterday I had a flat tire on the interstate. So I ease my car over to the
shoulder of the road, carefully get out of the car and open the trunk. I took
out 2 cardboard men, unfolded them and stood them at the rear of my car facing
oncoming traffic.

They look so lifelike you wouldn’t believe! They are in trench coats exposing
their nude bodies and private parts to the approaching drivers.

But to my surprise, cars start slowing down looking at my lifelike men. And of
course, traffic starts backing up. Everybody is tooting their horns and waving
like crazy. It wasn’t long before a state trooper pulls up behind me.
He gets out of his car and starts walking towards me. I could tell he was not
a happy camper!

‘What’s going on here?’

‘My car has a flat tire’, I said calmly.

‘Well, what the hell are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road ?’
I couldn’t believe that he didn’t know.

So I told him, ‘Helloooooo, those are my emergency flashers!’


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