Well its been a while, been keeping up on a private page via the mobile phone. My how far technology has come from writing in a paper book called a diary to now what we call a blog. We have been in Grand Prairie now since November, well I have been in Grand Prairie since November, the boys have been her longer than that. I came up here after a dear friend passed away on the Kyle's job and it hit him very hard, hit us all very hard. I felt this was the place I needed to be, to be with my boys. It has been a journey, but as everyone always says time heals all wounds, but there will always be a scar just skin deep.
Thanksgiving and Christmas have came and went, as well as the New Year. It seems that we, Kyle and I, have took a turn down a new road in life and I am not really sure that I am excited about it yet. Kyle has been waiting this for years, but I just feel abandoned. You see both children have lives of their own now and do to my own mistakes one of them has less use for me than, well I don't even think I can describe it. I am learning that no matter how much you do or how much you give that one mistake will ruin a lifetime of affection. Does that even sound right? No, not really, like I said, I can't even describe it. I miss my family very much. I am praying everyday for God to help me learn how to deal.
There is a light in the middle of tunnel. I now have a grand baby. My son has started dating a high school sweet heart of his and with this relationship it has brought a baby girl into our lives. I am enjoying her so much. Every time I go shopping I am always looking for shoes or clothes, or toys or anything. I am enjoying her being around. I am very happy about this new vein of life that has opened here.
Today...I can't even keep one train of thought, is that ADD, no not quite; I'm just not sure how to stay on without bringing the darkness in and I am trying so hard to be surrounded by sunshine. So..today was a good day. Kyle, Dusty, and I went to the Trader's Village here in town. I didn't want to go at first because I really didn't want to spend money. Seems as if every time I go outside this apartment I am spending money for one reason or another, but Kyle twisted my arm; no not literally. Before going to Trader's Village we drove through the drive-through at McDonald's for lunch. I swear Kyle has no patience anymore. He used to have more patience than anyone I know, but not now days. It was just eating him to the bone that some woman had trouble making up her mind what she wanted to eat. It was "Com on woman we are at McDonald's they only have 12 choices!" OMG, please take a chill pill. Needless to say we made it through the line and headed to Trader's Village. Kyle went to get some pants to just to wear around the house so we headed straight to that booth. I have to say he did get a good deal, three pairs for $20. Dusty also found him some pants today, three for $30. This was a good thing, he really needed some pants. After getting pants we started walking around looking for a fence for britches so that I can let her out of the apartment by herself, you know like a travel fence for dogs. We searched and didn't find one. We did come across one booth that had a Wagner Cast iron pot that I made a great deal on, $8. I was excited. There was also a 1 gallon Ziploc bag full of wooden thread spools with thread on them. I got it for $4. There must be at least 50 or more spools. I think it will look cute on a something like a little antique rack. Hmm, we'll see.
Before we headed back to the apartment we went by Kroger's to get dinner, it was stuff for tacos. Guess who cooked, yep that would have been me. So we came home and I cooked and now I am on the computer. Kyle and Dusty have gone to be and here I sit on a horrible so called couch watching friends. There have been some funny episodes so far. So that's it, that's all that is on my mind, except I sure wish I knew how to be closer to my kids.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
I woke this morning with a feeling of wanting to do something for my family. I went straight to the kitchen and thawed out some sausage to make breakfast tacos. The sausage was from the hog that I had shot early in deer season. I felt happy that even though I really just wanted to lay in the bed and not do anything, I got up fried the sausage and cooked the eggs. I made my husband some coffee and served him breakfast in bed. This is not normal for me at all. I am not a morning person after all.
My son had come home for the weekend as his girlfriend lives with us. He lives out of town and works with his father. He returned home at 1 a.m. this morning with a new tattoo. The tattoo he got was not bad, it even was for a good reason, but I am just not thrilled about him having a second tattoo. He got this tattoo to remember a friend who had passed several weeks earlier. We picked at him about it but it did not look bad. His girlfriend returned home as she had went to Muddy Gra for the weekend. He was truly glad to see her and this is a blessing to me as at one time he did not treat women very respectful. I think he might be finally growing up. They spent a little quite time together before she took a nap. She had a job interview later in the evening to prepare for.
Through the morning I knew I did not want to go back to bed because I wanted my family to see that was trying not to be lazy. My husband decided to dig the sewer line as it was busted because I ran over it with a lawn mower the summer before. While my sister-in-law and her two boys prepared to help I straightened my hair. Why you ask, well if you could have seen my hair you wouldn't have to asked. While my husband went to buy the parts he needed I was weed-eating the yard and around the sewer line. My brother-in-law helped me trim some trees, a fig tree, finish the weed-eating and my neighbor even used his tractor to plow us a small garden. My sister-in-law and I have decided we are going to save some money and have a garden this year, potatoes, tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon, and maybe even some lettuce in the fall. This will be a work in progress, as we are both on the lazy side. It was a nice Sunday afternoon even through the smirks from my son and husband as they have no faith in our garden at all.
My daughter returned home from Muddy Gra with her boyfriend and I told her it might be a good time for him to talk to my husband as there has been ill feelings towards the young man from earlier in the year. I should have know better to tell her this because as it turned out it was not that great of a day after all. My husband was not very excited about being put in this situation. As any southern father would react it basically turned into "if you ever hurt her again, I'll kill you" conversation. These days that is a reason to file a restraining order, but back in the good ole days you knew you just better not come back around if it was to happen again. It really was a reasonable conversation, not a voice was raised as we all were in our corners of the yard waiting to see the sparks fly. All in all not a spit of fire.
My son helped with the sewer line and got poop all over him, we laughed, but he was trooper and helped his father finish fixing the line. Afterwards I washed him down with the water hose. He had it all in his boots and all over his pants and arms. Man did he stink. He called first dibs on the shower and we all agreed to honor his request.
It was getting supper time and almost time for my son's girlfriend to leave for her job interview. I took my husband's credit card and told her to put gas in the car which I should not have done because when my husband came in and I told him that he was not very happy. I told him never mind and got the card back. I looked in my purse because I thought I had ten dollars but there was nothing in there but about fifty-two cents. He reluctantly gave her the card and told her to put twenty in for gas. He was not a happy camper. He is very stressed right now because money is short as we have to pay land taxes monthly and it is not a small amount.
She left for her job interview and I started dinner. I fixed pork chops also from the hog that I had shot. I also cooked some chicken quarters that my daughter had brought back from Muddy Gra so they would not ruin. We had broccoli with cheese and rice, corn, beans and cornbread. When you are feeding eight people you need to make sure you have enough. I was not too thrilled about the pork chops, but then again I am not a good cook unless it has something to do with hamburger meat.
Come to think of it, I'm not great at too many things. I think if I had to make a list it would consist of anything with computers. I think I can make a quilt pretty good and I am very good searching for dead people as my children call it. Yes, I enjoy genealogy.
My son had come home for the weekend as his girlfriend lives with us. He lives out of town and works with his father. He returned home at 1 a.m. this morning with a new tattoo. The tattoo he got was not bad, it even was for a good reason, but I am just not thrilled about him having a second tattoo. He got this tattoo to remember a friend who had passed several weeks earlier. We picked at him about it but it did not look bad. His girlfriend returned home as she had went to Muddy Gra for the weekend. He was truly glad to see her and this is a blessing to me as at one time he did not treat women very respectful. I think he might be finally growing up. They spent a little quite time together before she took a nap. She had a job interview later in the evening to prepare for.
Through the morning I knew I did not want to go back to bed because I wanted my family to see that was trying not to be lazy. My husband decided to dig the sewer line as it was busted because I ran over it with a lawn mower the summer before. While my sister-in-law and her two boys prepared to help I straightened my hair. Why you ask, well if you could have seen my hair you wouldn't have to asked. While my husband went to buy the parts he needed I was weed-eating the yard and around the sewer line. My brother-in-law helped me trim some trees, a fig tree, finish the weed-eating and my neighbor even used his tractor to plow us a small garden. My sister-in-law and I have decided we are going to save some money and have a garden this year, potatoes, tomatoes, cantaloupe, watermelon, and maybe even some lettuce in the fall. This will be a work in progress, as we are both on the lazy side. It was a nice Sunday afternoon even through the smirks from my son and husband as they have no faith in our garden at all.
My daughter returned home from Muddy Gra with her boyfriend and I told her it might be a good time for him to talk to my husband as there has been ill feelings towards the young man from earlier in the year. I should have know better to tell her this because as it turned out it was not that great of a day after all. My husband was not very excited about being put in this situation. As any southern father would react it basically turned into "if you ever hurt her again, I'll kill you" conversation. These days that is a reason to file a restraining order, but back in the good ole days you knew you just better not come back around if it was to happen again. It really was a reasonable conversation, not a voice was raised as we all were in our corners of the yard waiting to see the sparks fly. All in all not a spit of fire.
My son helped with the sewer line and got poop all over him, we laughed, but he was trooper and helped his father finish fixing the line. Afterwards I washed him down with the water hose. He had it all in his boots and all over his pants and arms. Man did he stink. He called first dibs on the shower and we all agreed to honor his request.
It was getting supper time and almost time for my son's girlfriend to leave for her job interview. I took my husband's credit card and told her to put gas in the car which I should not have done because when my husband came in and I told him that he was not very happy. I told him never mind and got the card back. I looked in my purse because I thought I had ten dollars but there was nothing in there but about fifty-two cents. He reluctantly gave her the card and told her to put twenty in for gas. He was not a happy camper. He is very stressed right now because money is short as we have to pay land taxes monthly and it is not a small amount.
She left for her job interview and I started dinner. I fixed pork chops also from the hog that I had shot. I also cooked some chicken quarters that my daughter had brought back from Muddy Gra so they would not ruin. We had broccoli with cheese and rice, corn, beans and cornbread. When you are feeding eight people you need to make sure you have enough. I was not too thrilled about the pork chops, but then again I am not a good cook unless it has something to do with hamburger meat.
Come to think of it, I'm not great at too many things. I think if I had to make a list it would consist of anything with computers. I think I can make a quilt pretty good and I am very good searching for dead people as my children call it. Yes, I enjoy genealogy.
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