The race is ON....

NOW we'll have an election race.........and I just hopped on board.
Cheers!
Melissa

Vintage Old West

O.K., so my camera is broken. BUT I DID get a new scanner and I just hate a blog with no pictures.





A while back, there was a story on AOL wondering what the heck possesses teens to think that having an Old West vintage photo of themselves would be a good thing??







And of course I have one.







So, HERE is my response to AOL:

Why Old West Vintage Photos are a good thing to have:


1.For the Quality, AUTHENTIC picture. WHo wouldn't be proud of that? Just look at that foaming beer my friend is holding. Along with all those empty bottles in the background. Pretty damned good for a shack at the fair don't you think?





2. To showcase the absolute awesomness of USED fishnet hose and feathers, coming together to make one slutty wild west outfit. YEE-HAW! Ahhhhhhh.......fishnet and feathers always adds a certain....something.

(Please, PLEASE dear God, do NOT allow my mind to wander to the place that we actually changed in. No. No. I musn't think about it..)

3.How about the chance to wear a hat to showcase one's perfect hair? Need I say more??
(My hair, of course, not my friends).



4. ANd most importantly, for the opportunity to take the photo home to one's parents, who will be simply stunned at the idiot decisions that their oldest offspring has begun to make.





I actually remember having this photo taken. Karen was my first friend to be able to drive. I remember the place where we had this taken, they just had this pile of stuff for you to choose from. I remember grabbing the cameo necklace and the garter before my friend and thinking "SCORE!" (Or whatever term I would have used then.) She didn't ask me to hang out with her much after that. Sorry Karen. Sorry for snatching the best slutty stuff before our photo, and sorry for showing this embarrassing photo to the world.

Do you have one of these?
Cheers!
Melissa

Study Hall is EXACTLY as I Remember it....

Oh- remember about the Co-Op school?
Well, I had to go and monitor study hall the other day for the first time. I had this awful scene in my head that included teenagers making out, and smoking joints, while I just sat there looking at my "In STYLE" mag and pretending not to see them.

I kept thinking to myself, "I mean SERIOUSLY...these are TEENS! How major of an infraction are these kids going to have to commit before *I* am going to call them on it???" I am just not into disciplining other peoples big kids, KWIM?

When I arrived, I found a lady who oozed TEACHER-ness. She was one of those ladies who was round-ish and her age was undeterminable ......somwhere between 35 and 50. ( You've seen people like that, right?) Her hair was brown-ish gray and cut in a no-fuss Peppermint Patty style, offset with black cat frame glasses.

I smiled and introduced myself. She replied, "Ohhhhhh......I see...she is DRESSED like a student....but she is a PARENT" Accompanied by a barely audible chuckle. SHe spoke these words as if there was someone else listening. But there wasn't.

(I was wearing jeans, a long, fitted "dressy tee" and flip flops.) wow. really pushin'the ole'envelope.

So, anyway, I am pretty sure that this was NOT meant as a compliment, but she doesn't know me vey well. Anytime anyone makes ANY reference to my appearing younger....? ......I take it as a HUGE compliment. I am seriously...BEAMING as I continue:

"Oh...! Well, THANK-YOU!!!!" I gushed, waving one hand over my heart. "You and I are just gonna be the BEST of friends, I know it!"

*blank stare*

Then it was just uncomfortable, so we got on with the study hall business.

As it turns out, there are these sofas and chairs in study hall, and there are classroom doors on each side, with classes going on behind them.

It was my job to keep everyone quiet.

I met some really nice moms and kids, and June Carter Cash was there, too.She was really sweet and much less serious after we broke the ice. I was chatting away, when one of the class doors opened and Mrs.Peppermint Patty stepped out and, in drill seargent fashion said, "O.K. you kids are talking TOO LOUD. I can hear you through this door!"
To which I had to look past all the unaware, ipod-wearing teens and sheepishly raise my hand and say, "Ohhhhhh...UM. That was actually ME talking. Not them. Yeah. that was me"
And then in a very small voice, "sorry."

"OH. It was you.", was the reply. And then she turned and dissapeared behind the classroom door.

I just gave a little silent shrug to the kids and then put my nose in the book that I brought.

So. Ya know. "Way to go, ME".

I will probably the first person "let go" from a volunteer position.

Oh well! Cheers!
Melissa

School's In

Em and The Dude broght Maisie back home today, so we are all hoping that they sink back in to the peaceful family existence that IS having 4 children under the age of 7. Thank you for your prayers.


SO. We are in our third week of school.

I love all things history/language arts.

I hate Algebra 2 and the swanky expensive TI-84 Plus Silver edition calculator that comes with it. (However, you can download software to send messages to other calculators! Thank goodness my 16 yr old is more mature than I am.)

Chinese is just plain scary. Couldn't they have just based their language on Latin like SOOooooo many other countries?? It would really make life a lot easier for me.(Again, son more mature than mother.)

*O.K., this was what I like and dislike. I'm really not sure about the kiddos*

Our female offspring continues to exhibit behaviors that point to a hospital-baby-switch at birth. She works so well independently, and finishes her work neatly and with little fanfare. She never drags her feet and always gives her best work. (sigh) She's a puzzle that one.

Youngest boy is still squirly. HOWEVER, if you keep the pace moving, he has become quite engaged. He has even been overheard muttering positive statements about school so far this year!


So that's it. It's actually going pretty well so far.In all seriousness, we have a good routine and we are liking our curricula. ANd most importantly...we're getting it all done! YAY! Oh- And Susan Wise Bauer??? Yeah. She knows that of which she speaks. I shall not stray again.
We are going to keep our heads down and be oh-so-studious until Race comes home and then we are taking a 2 week break.

I am missing him like crazy.

I told you that we were able to do the web cam thing this time, right? Well, the first time we spoke, I said, "Well..what do you think of being able to actually SEE each other while we talk now???" He got this big grin and said, "I don't know....but it sure makes my heart beat alot faster". AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss himImisshimImisshimImisshim!!!!!!!!!! (I know, I know...."get a room")

I take solace in eating right, working out 4-5 days aweek, and taking in medicinal amounts of good wine. Are you picturing a very fit gal wearing gym clothes, crying and drinking expensive wine straight from the bottle?

Good. Don't. I'm not that fit.


I have to tell you about study hall in another post. It's bizarre.

Cheers!
Melissa

Update

Please continue to keep Maisie, and Em's whole family in your prayers. They were supposed to come home with the baby today, but her fever went back up to 101 today, so they are still in the hospital. Please keep them in your prayers. Thank you SO much.

That's what family does....

Oh thank-you so much to those of you who thought to pray for my mom. She is feeling better. She was able to sleep well last night and is eating well. She seems to be getting her strength back a little more each day.

Emily and Todd welcomed their little bundle of joy into their family. ANd just as my mom has done for every single grandchild, she came and stayed with them for several days. My mom is great like that. She takes care of the other little people in the house, does laundry, cooks wonderful meals, and there is ALWAYS someone to hold the baby! And to prove how wonderful this time is, BOTH of her son-in-laws refer to these times as "vacation", and have always looked forward to it. She does it because she loves us. ANd that's what family does.

I think I told you that my folks were caring for a dear family friend (Uncle Roy) of ours who has pancreatic cancer and leukemia. Well when my mom got so sick, you can imagine what a toll this was on the whole situation there. Mom is the appointment maker, pill counter, nutritionist, housekeeper, secretary, dog walker(Uncle Roy also has a teeny little dog). My parents still have several businesses and a farm to run. So when mom gets sick, everything moves to a slow grind, as my dad does the best he can to keep up with it all and be a part time nurse on the side.

Thomasina closed up her studio and spent this past week at mom and dads, cooking, cleaning, and just doing all of the day to day tasks that must be done in a household when people are ill.
She went because she loves my mom, my dad, and my uncle Roy. And that's what family does.

Just days after the baby arrived at Em and Todd's house, they were hit with a wicked virus. It went through the kids. Then on to Todd. Then Emily. Leaving in it's wake fever ravaged bodies, and terrible aching limbs and muscles. They kept fighting. But, oh, these poor people!!!

And then it hit the baby.

Their doctor sent them straight to the hospital. They were emotionally and physically drained, and really fearing for their precious little baby girl.
So on Friday,we called off school, and the kids and I picked up their three boys, and they spent the weekend here with us. We enjoyed them so much. It was such a treat to have little guys back in our house! And we were hoping to give Em and Todd the time that they needed to recuperate, rest and regroup.

Because we love them. And that's what family does.

I know that Em will have so much more to write on all of this if things ever slow down a bit for them. Maisie seems to be in the clear and will hopefully be back home tomorrow.

All of this made me think about the blessings of family. I hope that I am instilling in my own children these life lessons. When push comes to shove, it's always "Family First". That's what family does.

And what a difference it makes. If you are blessed with a family like this, don't forget to thank them and be thankful FOR them.



Cheers!
Melissa

I am a terrible mother

Before I launch into my story about being a bad mom, please continue to pray for my mom, who is a saintly mom. She is still very ill. We love you mom. Get better!

So, tonight was orientation night at the homeschool co-op. I really didn't want to go. Austin is taking one class over there. I kept thinking about calling one of the "Team Leaders" and saying something like, "Alright Mary....(pulling out checkbook)...how much is it gonna cost me to UN-participate, here?"

Although I half way think that this approach actually DOES hold a lot of merit with these small schools, I chickened out and we were forced to go.

I finally decided on an outfit to wear to this function(Don't laugh. I mean think about it...it's a tough crowd): fun orange top with smart wide legged denim trousers and snappy wedges. THIS outfit said, (in low, serious tone)"I am serious about my son's education".

I don't know what happened.After we arrived, we were ushered into a small sunday school classroom. Two ladies,(Team Leaders) met with us for our "family interview". They were very serious. This made me laugh. I couldn't help but notice how much one of the ladies had her hair styled exactly like June Carter Cash. But she wasn't at all happy like June.Not at all smiling like I've always seen June in pictures. An angry June Carter Cash. I tried to lighten things up,.. ya know, joke around a bit. Show a less serious side. They stared at me stone faced, and Austin shot me a look that said, "Give it up, mom, you're done."

After a few minutes of "What does your faith mean to you? " type questions, we were released to the main sanctuary. I was relieved to see that the kids all looked really normal and not at all wierd. Or serious. Or like June Carter Cash. Which was good.

During the presentation, I knew that I should be listening, but my mind was bringing up SO MANY funny things! As I looked around the sanctuary at the many oh-so-squidward-like- folks, it was as if every moment that I had ever found hysterical was suddenly poured into my mind anew. I had been seized by some sort of comedic demon.

I was thinking how Race NEVER has to attend any of these kinds of things. The last time he was around for any kind of ceremony was a Scout Court of Honor. Some of the kids were awarded a Tote 'n' Chip award, but Race, not being familiar with these things understood it to be a Tote'n Sh1t award!! BWAHAHAHA!!!

I kept thinking how many ladies were named "Mary" in the room we were sitting in.
There were a WHOLE lot of Marys there. Many Marys

I thought of Emily having to deal with the retarded lady at the beach all the time who says "Oh poop!" in answer to every request that cannot be granted.


And I couldn't help but snicker as my mind focused again on the presentation and I heard the safety rules read.There was a qualifier made about "drugs or alchohol", that this had never been an issue at the school. One lady grabbed her heart and said, "Oh thank God". Aww..

I faded again and I thought of my other sister Thomasina who is a photographer. And the time that she had been working all night taking pictures of this amazing UFC fighter, whom she thought was amazing. And then FINALLY when the night was winding down and she was off the clock, she asked someone else to take HER picture with this fighter..........only to get to her car and look at the picture and realize that her blouse had been open and part of her B**b was showing!! AND to make it even FUNNIER...the guy's signature pose was with one fist up, and kind of curled, so in effect, it looked like he was punching her in the b**b!! BWAHAHAHA!!!

That was it. I lost it. I was laughing. Irreverently and disrespectfully LAUGHING.

Why does this happen to me? It's like an episode of Seinfeld. I can't help it.

(Sigh)
* Could THIS be why I am shunned at homeschool gatherings???....COULD IT??*

After the presentation we met Austin's teacher who is a very sweet older man whom I really like. He seems very organized and very nice and his handshake is like holding a dead fish.

Oh well...it was kinda fun. Austin and I laughed alot on the way home. NIce folks I think, but EXTREMELY serious.

Oh. And I'm signed up to take over study hall 2 times a week. *snort*

Had to make a stop at the grocery store. On the way in I spotted a little old lady who walked all bent over, and had a little hump. I told Austin, "Look at that. I'm gonna be like that when I'm old. I just KNOW I'm gonna have a hump. ANd when I do, you guys be sure that I have a nice, pretty, little shawl or something to drape over it."
And he replied, "O.K. mom, and then we'll put a sign on you that say's "I'm a Little Hunchback".

I laughed till I cried. You can't teach stuff like that, my friends. You can't teach it.

Cheers!
Melissa

Gardening ....and my mom

Today I picked more green beans and tomoatoes from my garden. They have really out done themselves this year. It feels good to have a stocked freezer, and I am encouraged to try a fall garden this year.

Gardening always makes me think of my mom. She loves to garden and she is my go-to-garden-guru when I have questions. She taught me to love getting my hands dirty and "tending" the garden.

Tonight mom is sick. She was diagnosed with pneumonia and she is home in bed.

I don't think that I have shared with you that my parents had welcomed in a dear, dear, close, family friend ("Uncle Roy") who has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer as well as leukemia.(I will save the awesome story of this incredible man for another night). They invited him to come and live with them and essentially, to die there, with them. They have cared for his needs in the most amazing way. And while no one is unaware of his prognosis and condition........this man is THRIVING. He is really thriving and really, really happy.

My parents are selfless people.

My mom is the most gifted caregiver that I have ever seen. EVER.
You see, she not only understands the physical comforts that the body needs, she has this amazing degree of respect and worth for humanity all on it's own. It just floors me. When you see this sort of caring, or if you are blessed enough to experience it, you sit back and wonder at it. It is so rare. A gentle love and respect of........LIFE. It's gift.

I do wonder at it all.
And most of all I am humbled beyond words that God would bless me with such powerful testimonies of His love. They have surrounded me my whole life.

Please say a prayer for my mom tonight.
Love you mom. Feel better!

They've got my back....

In going through my pictures, I found this video of my rapell.I had not heard the sound on this before. This is far from flattering.I actually look like a retard. A retard wearing a "Moosejaw" shirt. But I wanted you to see what I live with each day. My boys so lovingly took this for their mother. Note the concern in their voices. The funny comments about the rope breaking. oh, yes...that is funny. not.

Nothing is sacred.

Not even the guide.






WHERE do they get it???

Laugh WITH me dear readers...........WITH me.
Cheers!
Melissa

A little more catching up.....

With Race and me it's always the same: He drags me kicking and screaming to do some new, fun thing, and I protest the wole way that I can't do it, and then I get there, I do it, and I have a crazy good time, and can't wait to do it again. And then we just repeat that sequence over and over for each new adventure.

Rock climbing was no different.
We tossed sandwiches into the cooler and then everyone filled up their own camelbacks with water. We hit the road at 0' dark thirty and headed for the mountains. When we got there, we put on our shoes, harnesses, helmets, etc. and hiked to the bottom of the 100ft climb that we were about to make. When we got to the bottom, I took one look up the straight rock wall and immediately.... was about to pee my pants. I couldn't drag my body up that rock face!!! NO WAY! AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Everything in me was screaming, "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!" But then there stood Jack, Savannah, and Austin all UBER excited and just itching to get tied in and start trying to scramble up that rock face. ANd as always, there was Race. If he thought that I could do it.......then I had to at least TRY.

Long story-short: IT.WAS. AWESOME!!! climbing that first face, and reaching out with one shaky hand to slap the caribeener at the top was thrilling. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Not only did we get to do several different paths of top roping, but we went Rapelling as well. Rapelling is absolutely terrifying, until you get over that first ledge, and then you begin to just sit back, trust the rope, and lower yourself gently down that drop. ANd the view??? Breathtaking. THAT'S why people do this.










Here's me in the "Oh.My.Gosh. How can I get out of this"- phase. I was terrified. Savannah however, couldn't wait! Since Savannah, Jack and I had never been climbing before, Race had a guide meet us at the climb site.Savannah headed up without so much as a seconds hesitation. SHe is our Danger Girl.

Jackson scrambled up in lightening speed, and came down ready to go again. At this point, you're probably realizing that rock climbing photos are mostly butt shots, so...you know....sorry about that. But, hey man, we need to preserve this memory, people.SCARY!!!

Screaming inside, once again as I wait my turn to rapell.

But Just look at that VIEW!!!

The whole thing was amazing, and yes, I can't WAIT to go again!!!! Hurry home Race!!

Tagged!

Urban Mom tagged me the other day, and I am just now getting around to filling this out.


A. Attached or Single? Totally and Forever Wonderfully Attached! 18 years and going strong!

B. Best Moment? Almost 39 years and you want me to try to pick a moment?? This is not “the best” but I did have a pretty good one recently, I was going rock climbing for the first time and getting to the top and touching that carabineer! What a rush!

C. Cake or Pie? Cake. Chocolate, please.

D. Day of choice? Any day that I can spend with Race. They are far too few and we both covet them.
E. Essential item(s)? coffee in the a.m., bare essentials minerals, jeans, lip gloss, water bottle, Phyto hair products to keep my bleached blonde hair from breaking off, and this isn’t an item, but it is essential that I have at least 30 minutes to unwind by myself at the end of the day.
F. Favorite color?: Pink

G. Gummy bears or worms? neither, I prefer sour patch kids

H. Home town? in Virginia

I. Favorite indulgence(s)? Dinner and a cocktail with Race, expensive shoes and handbags

J. January or July? July

K. Kids? 16 year old boy, 14 year old girl and 11 year old boy who are all too old to be mine. They are without a doubt my greatest challenge and my greatest reward.

L. Life isn't complete without? Race. It’s as if God took my list “wants” for a husband and one-upped me by giving me the man I could have never dreamed existed.

M. Marriage date? July21, 1990 It was a HOT, HOT July day in the south. My bridesmaids were threatened with guns to wear perfectly pink billowy taffetta dresses, and the church was lined with giant pink bows. The carriage ride from the church to my parents house for the outdoor reception was………HOT. And I loved every minute of it.

N. Number of brothers and sisters? Two sisters, no brothers. Grew up on a farm. Learned to throw hay bales and drive trucks and tractors early on in life. Boyfriends came in handy later for that sort of thing.

P. Phobias? Being over or under dressed.

Q. Quotes: Oh, I can’t think of even ONE right now, and this is taking too long. I have CHEMISTRY to do, still!

R. Reasons to smile? Because I have a web cam and I got to see Race today. This is the first time that he’s been away that we were able to do that. I could see his face, read his expressions, and just know how much we missed each other. We could just sit and stare with these goofy expressions. Too funny.

S. Season of choice? Spring or fall


U. Unknown Fact about me? Not Unknown but little known: I have a tatoo. It is on my left , inside heel and it is the Christian fish symbol.

V. Vegetable? Love em‘ all as long as they are fresh, but I think that the ones that I grow myself taste the best!!.

W. Worst habit? absent mindedly laying my sunglasses down and forgetting where they are.

X. X-ray or ultrasound? ultrasound??? What the hell kind of question is that??

Y. Your favorite food? Anything well prepared, with many flavors. I was raised to LOVE good food, and I do!

Z. Zodiac sign? Virgo.

If you decide to do this one, please comment back, so that I can go and check out your answers!!

Jackson's 11th Birthday!!

Summer winding down..........

Well, I have a plan!! School officially starts tomorrow. I have an 11th grader, a 9th grader and a 6th grader. I am ready. I can do this.

Right?

I'll check back in tomorrow night. (I can't believe they let me do this)

After church today My Son Who Is Driving took himself and Jackson back into town to a friends house. Before they left they loaded the suburban down with all manner of nerf guns (modified, of course) and nerf ammo. Some of the things that I saw used to make these "special modifications" were wax, old toilet paper tubes, markers with the insides removed, and, of course...duct tape...LOTS of duct tape. There was apparently an all out war at the friends house, complete with a homemade smoke bomb used for cover. (Jackson demonstrated the smoke bomb: a ping pong ball wrapped in aluminum foil, and lit with a match. It smokes like the real thing. huh..who knew?)

Don't these kids have parents?? (Oh- crap-never mind. That's me)

Savannah and I stayed here and enjoyed the wonderful quietness of the house and the nice breeze outside. Far, far away from the 7 boys and their Nerf Wars.

So, that's how the day went.

But now, I thought that i'd catch up a bit on the happenings of the summer.

Let's see...........first of all Race was home! We had such an amazing time, and it makes me tear up a little to think that he will be so far away for so long. I miss him so much, and we're just getting started.

*shaking it off*

Race was home to see Savannah's performance in Encore' this year. 7 hours per day, for 5 days a week, for 4 solid weeks . She loves every second of it. This year's production was HONK, JR. !

What fun! As always it was just amazing. We were thoroughly entertained, as we laughed and smiled our way through the performance. 3 sold out shows! Here are a few pictures of Savannah and some of her compadre's from the cast.

Oh yeah, and Jackson turned 11! Can you believe it? My baby is 11 years old. (I know, I know *blush* How do I do it?) He got his very own kayak!! Here he is checking out the specs. But more about his party and all that later. I'm getting ahead of myself here.


Remember staring at my post about Austin getting his Black Belt for like...I don't know... 2 months??? Well, Jackson earned a JR. Black Belt at about the same time. Same grueling character requirements, and the physical test is modified for the younger age and skill level. SO, here are a few pics of Jack during his testing.

Yeah............you don't wanna mess with Johnny Bad Asses Ninos, KWIM? With their Nerf skills and martial arts combined these dudes mean business. *Smile*

O.k, O.k, this is taking way too much time. I think I'll try a slide show tomorrow. Assuming I am not sitting on the floor in the corner sucking on my own hair and babbling like an idiot after a full day of school.

so ya know...we'll see.

Cheers!

Melissa

Testing.....Testing......1,2..

Race is gone and I am trying to get reacclimated to flying solo again.

My new, beautiful niece has arrived and we've been to see her!

My son is driving on his own.

We are in the middle of a major remodel on Savannah's room.

School starts Monday, and I should probably have some sort of plan or something.

My son is driving on his own.

The green beans MUST be picked, blanched and put in the freezer TODAY.

In short, I am within a day or two of dusting off the ole' blog and posting regularly again. I miss it. But the darned kids keep doing stuff that require pictures. It slows me down ,man. I dunno, maybe one big slide show or something? ANd did I mention that my son is driving on his own?? It is freaking me out. I am my mother. Who knew?

Think of me today while I am ripping out carpet and picking beans! I'll be back!
Cheers!
Melissa