Pet Peeves of Picking up Children at School

Any parent who has a child at school faces a wide range of daily challenges.  These pet peeves are based off of my personal experiences while picking up my children over the past nine years.  I have done both parent pick up line in the car lane, and the park and walk method.  Currently, I park at the church across the street and walk across the street, using the clearly marked and raised crosswalk.

Blaring music with curse  words and/or racial slurs

I love all types of music! In fact, while in the comfort of my apartment, I play it as loud as possible, without annoying my neighbors. Some of the music I like does have explicit language; however, not only is it rude to listen to the music so loud that the car next to it rattles, it is also dangerous.  With the music blaring, someone screaming for help, or emergency instructions might be missed because the only thing that can be heard is the thumping bass coming out of the radio.  Also, it is super annoying to tell my children they cannot use profanity and racial slurs when the music is dropping the F* bomb every third word and using the N* word every other word.  Children often repeat what they hear, and nowadays cursing is becoming a second nature in many households and many schools, and I tend to believe the racial slurs should never be used.

Using profanity and/or racial slurs while talking with other parents
This is one that I have been guilty of, and am working very hard to resolve.  It is common at elementary schools for other parents to have younger preschool children with them. Two years ago, I  noticed that he use of profanity when I was talking with other parents that used profanity and it made it easier to incorporate the bad language into my everyday discussions.  When I was growing up, I was not allowed to curse, and I was punished whenever a curse word slipped out of my mouth.  When parents are using curse words and/or racial slurs in front of younger children, the children tend to believe it is allowed in regular conversations. One of the issues I have is having to explain to my children why cursing and racial slurs are wrong when other kids are using them on a regular basis.

Children being allowed to run and cut off other people.

It looks all sorts of cute to see children run and play, especially if it is only a small handful.  However, at the end of the day they are ready for freedom, and instead of walking calmly with their teachers, they tend to want to run and push through the crowd to freedom.  This is problematic when there are two hundred plus children rushing to get to their parents.  Other children get mad when they are pushed and it could lead to fighting.  While it is natural for children to want to run and play, but when parents encourage their children to hurry up and run so that they don't have to wait at the school for that extra minute before getting back to whatever other obligations that they might have.


Pushing over others during bad weather days
Just like having children pushing their way through the crowds, one thing that drives me bananas is how other adults treat each other on bad weather days. In my son's school. parents pick up their children in the classrooms unless their classrooms are in the portable building, then they are brought to a hallway in the main part of school.  At first it is not that bad, parents gather in the main entry and chat about how miserable the weather is until the bell rings.  Then it is like a black Friday special and parents trample over other parents in an attempt to hurry and grab their kids to leave school.

Not allowing me a quick minute to discuss my child's behavior with the teacher.
Every parent at one time or another ends up talking with the teacher about what is going on with their child.  I always take a minute just to ask if my son has been minding.  Normally it takes a quick "yes", but on occasion there is a moment or two where a direct issue must be addressed.  It is annoying when other parents interrupt to ask a question, or stand being the teacher or me tapping their feet impatiently.  It is my job as a parent to teach my kid to sit down, be quiet, and listen at school, and I cannot fully achieve that if I do not get an opportunity to talk with the teacher before a major issue.  Sometimes waiting for a parent/teacher conference is too long of a wait.

Stepping into a conversation where a parent is correcting their child.

When I find that my beautiful child has acted like a snot-nosed demon, I make it a point to address the issue immediately so that he understands that his actions have consequences.  Good, bad, or indifferent it is important that he understands cause and effect.  By interrupting the conversation or saying things like "Aw, Mom that is no fun!" undermines my ability to parent my child.  The teacher had informed me that my son thought it was a good idea to stand on the desk and jump across the room, and while I was trying to explain why he was on screen grounding and that his shenanigans were dangerous for both him and the other students I was interrupted and asked if I was being too harsh.  Both rude and annoying.

Blocking a lane in order to cut in the car lane or to cut in the lane getting out of the parking lot.

Some things are just really common sense.  Forcing a car into the middle of a line of cars to get out of the parking lot a half a minute early is not safe and causes all sorts of rage!  At the elementary school, there are two sections of the parking lot.  One lane has to turn right to exit the parking lot and the other has to go straight.  All the cars have to get into a nice line in order to safety leave, and I learned if I park in the back and get in the straight lane, it is easier to get out of the parking lot.  Also, I allow a car that was patiently waiting to turn right to get into the lane to pull out in front of me.  One of the things that irritate the inner road rage beast is that when I allow a car to pull out in front of me, the car behind them guns the gas and acts like they are going to ram my car if I do not allow them to get in front.  Nothing irritates me more that my child's safety being threatened by someone threatening to ram my vehicle!

Vehicular Russian roulette with the bus lane by trying to cut in front of the buses.

On the side of my son's school, the buses line up and wait for the kids to get out of school so that they can see them safely home.  Parents that get to the school early enough pull to the front, park, and wait. Parents that wait till right before let out often try to squeeze in between the buses or cut directly in front of the buses blocking them from leaving and getting the kids home in a timely manner.  By cutting in front of the bus, the car is normally parking across a crosswalk making it unsafe for walking children and parents, blocks the lane for drivers trying to go straight, and delays the buses from getting to the next school.  It also creates the setting up a possible traffic accident.  This also makes it highly dangerous for any children who are getting on or off the buses because there are several blind spots that they can move through and if drivers are more concerned about their place in line, it is easy to miss seeing a child who is walking in front of the bus on the crosswalk. If it is really that important to get to the front of the line, get to the school a little early.

Yelling at the principal, vice principal, or teacher in front of the school.
Every once in a while, it is necessary to discuss an issue with the people running the school, but yelling at an authority figure in front the school is not the way to go.  It is teaching the children that it is acceptable to be hostile to the people they need to mind.  If there is a real issue, address it in the office, which is what offices are for, or call and talk to the principal over the phone.  If the principal is not handling the issue in a manner that is appropriate contact the ISD and file a complaint.  Yelling achieves nothing, and teaching the kids to handle things by being confrontational to authority might prove to be a problem later in their life.


Getting out of the car in the pick up lane.
Absolutely irritating!  The parking lot is for parents getting out of the car in order to pick up their children and the pick up lane is for parents driving up to pick up their children. Parents that leave their car running while in the pickup lane, ruins the efficiency of the pick up line.  It also blocks others from picking up their children and creates hostile drivers.If the car is in the pick up lane, there needs to be a driver in the car, otherwise park the car in a parking area an then leave the car. It really is that easy!  



PLEASE stop trying to run over the parking lot attendants!
In our school the people running the parking lane and crosswalks are the principal, retired officers, and parent volunteers.  Everyday, they sacrifice their time and risk their lives to ensure children's safety.  Yelling, screaming, cursing, not following directions is rude and puts people at risk for injury.  Parking lot attendants are not there to irritate parents.  They are there to help maintain a safe environment and keep the parking lot well run in an orderly fashion.  By treating the parking lot attendants with disrespect, children learn that it is allowable to disrespect authority and if they feel like they do not have to listen to the attendants, the children might put themselves in harms way by not following instructions.  I have an awesome friend who volunteers as a parking lot attendant at a school.  She sometimes has a hard time walking, and it is out of her comfort zone to help out others at the school, but she still does it!  She has been yelled at and nearly run over.  Along with not running over the parking lot attendants, it would be nice to say "thank you" every now and then since they are sacrificing their time and energy to help keep everyone safe.

My number one pet peeve is: use the crosswalk!
More than anything, this one aggravates to no end!  Our school has eight crosswalks with three paid crossing guards, and STILL children and parents cut through cars and cut through traffic even if it is right next to a crosswalk.  Seriously, would it kill anyone to walk an additional two or three feet to a crosswalk?  Drivers don't always follow the speed limits, reflexes are not always right away, and there are some tiny students that walk to school.  It always amazes me that while a lot of parents walk with their children, they cross the streets at the wrong places.  It drives me crazy that there are marked crosswalks with crossing guards, and they still cross in between cars.  It is teaching the children that it is safe to cross the street and cut through traffic.  Last month, one of my daughters' classmates was hit by a car because she crossed a busy street at the wrong place.  Thankfully she survived, but she has broken bones, and the friend who was walking with her was emotionally affected by watching her friend's accident.

All of these are just a handful of things that drive me crazy while picking up my son at his school. My concern is not for the parents.  They are old enough to know better.  My concern is for the children.  Elementary schools are all about children, and it is the age when they are most impressionable.  Good safety rules need to be taught early on, and while parents may talk to their children about safety, children mostly learn by watching and mimicking the behaviors of the people they love most.

Do you have a pet peeve not listed above?  Please add to the list in the comments.

The Dark Place Inside Us

This was written Aug 2011 - While I still struggle with a few dark moments, none lately are as bad as this was.  It is time to publish it.  I have been afraid of how people would judge me after reading it, but it is what it is.  My 13 year old kitty Bear did pass away that Sept a week after Pat's sister Melissa passed away.  without further ado....

Suicide is such a taboo subject, but I have decided to tackle it head on.  I have spent most of the month of July in what I call "The darkness" and have decided that maybe this will help someone who may need it.  All summer, with the kids at home, and the cost of living going up, up, up and everything crashing around us, I went spiraling head first into the darkness.

All of my friends have their own issues and struggles, and I was not willing or wanting to add my troubles to theirs.  I did not want to sound greedy as my birthday rolled around and we were so broke that my husband couldn't get me a little gift.  I didn't want anyone to know that with a few family members about to go shake hands with Jesus and my 13 year old cat looking like he was going to the Happy Mousing Grounds that it was all becoming too much to handle.

All of the darkness was building and building with nowhere to go was starting to mess with other things that are needed to fully function.  Late nights where becoming a constant thing, as well as no energy and no desire to eat.  I wanted to be happy and cheerful so that nobody knew how close to the edge I was getting.  The main problem, is how society now views the word "suicide".

Back in 2002 on my third pregnancy, I once again miscarried.  The first miscarriage was done and over before I caught on that I was pregnant, the second was not only known I was expecting, but I knew that I was carrying a boy.   The little boy even had a name.   My best friend turned up pregnant right after I did and I was following two weeks behind my sister in law and I threw her the baby shower.  That was HARD.  At the time, my husband was working 100+ hours a week and when I asked him to watch our daughter while I went to the ER, or would he go with me, I got the rudest comment he has ever given.  So, I took our daughter and went to the ER alone and ended up calling Mom to help with her while they ran the necessary tests.

After two weeks of hoping and praying that I had not lost the pregnancy that it was just a menstrual cycle that happens during pregnancy, the day it was confirmed that I lost the baby, I had a WIC appointment.  I went to the appointment to cancel since I was no longer expecting, that I wished to withdraw my application.  The lady told me that I still qualified for 3 months to help the body recover from the loss, and asked how I was doing.  My words were "Today is not a good day, but I will live"  No big deal right.... WRONG

Next thing I know I am being sent to a hospital and they are threatening to take my baby girl away if I do not seek help as they feel I am suicidal.  They even called the local hospital and told them to expect me and made it sound so much worse than it was.  So, there I was talking to someone from MHMR and it was decided that I should go in for an evaluation and go from there.

Before I know it, I was on Zoloft and on one of the highest doses.  Each month I went in and asked when would we be able to talk about why I was marked as depressed.  All I needed was someone to talk to.  Someone to listen to why I was hurting inside.  I lost a baby and hosted my sister in laws baby shower.  I had lost the baby I wanted and had already named.  I lost a piece of my heart and all I needed was for someone to listen and lend me a shoulder to cry on.

Instead, I was told that they are just there to regulate my meds and that when I was "stable" they would pull me off the medications.   So, that day I decided it was time to fix the problem myself.  I went home and flushed all the pills down the toilet and then called my husband 8 shades of asshole for what he did when I lost his child and in the end made him cry over it.  I almost felt bad about doing that, but he had a hand in the darkness and needed the wake up call that he was about to wind up divorced.  It took a few months, but it got better and then two years later I delivered a son.

If the lady in the WIC office had not threatened to have my child taken from me, I would not have been so afraid to ask for help this time around.  Society is so big about if someone mentions that they want to end it all that they need a 3 day evaluation period and a ton of happy pills to make the bad thoughts go away.  There are no treatments that just allow you to talk and get whatever is bothering you off your chest.  If you want to say you are mad enough to kill someone, that is just as bad, if not worse, because then you are marked a threat to others.  There are very few healthy options that do not involve medications or intensive therapy because heaven help that we say or do something wrong.

This last month, all I wanted to do was cry and scream at all that was going wrong.  There was no serious depression, just a bunch of really bad days.  I think that everybody needs a few bad days, it is unnatural to go through life fully doped up on happy pills because you cannot cope with everyday stress.  However before I get blasted, major depression is a good reason for the medications, but talking to the patients with more than "How are your meds working for you this month?" would also be a BIG bonus.  In my church I could ask the preacher for help, but he normally talks about some of the problems he hears about and some ways to fix them at the pulpit, and I don't want the whole church to know my business.  While he never gives names, he does mention the issue which make me uncomfortable.

I was having major jealousy issues because everyone was to busy to talk.  Everyone wanted to visit and hang out, but if there was any serious talk, they were too busy or their problems were legitimelty bigger than mine.  Over time, I worked through most of these feelings, and what helped most was pouring them onto here.

A friends passing and the dealing with the shadows

Today was a rough day.  Not that the school work was difficult, or that I had a big BIG project coming, that panic is being reserved for next week.  I was waiting out front of class for a friend just like I do every Monday and Wednesday since August 27th, and when he didn't show up for class, I sent a text to make sure he was ok.  Well, as we are going through the rest of the Baroque period and listening to Vivaldi (one of my favorite composers) I was making sure to take good notes so that I could email them for our quiz on Monday.  We almost always listen together before the quiz to make sure that the music is fresh in our memories and have a better shot at passing.  Well, today after class I learned there was a very good reason he was not in class Monday or today.  The text I received was from his girlfriend informing me of his passing away on Monday morning.

I don't know why his passing away is bothering me so bad today, maybe it is because it was unexpected or I was looking forward to seeing him at class time because we were always chatting before class.  Last Wednesday, we were talking about my speech coming up, and he was helping by pointing out the flaws in my speech.  We had joked about him playing devils' advocate.  I had to email the teacher to let him know that my friend David had passed away.  For a little while I listened to my audio book while checking on facebook to see what happened and post my condolences to his family.  The only reason I didn't leave school was that there was a debate over government vs anarchy and I wanted to hear what was said.

Lately, I have been lost in the shadows, and I now know the terrible truth.  The shadows have teeth and they will eat you if you are not strong enough to fight back.  I moved in with Mom the last weekend of September because we both need help.  She needed to get back on her feet, and I didn't realize what kind of deposit I needed for renting a house.  The idea was move in for three to four months and then move back out on our own and then Mom should be back on her feet as well.

Thinking that everything would go alright, I started to get a little excited about the move.  The kid would have their own rooms, we would have a room, there is a back yard, and I would be right down the road form school.   Sounds great doesn't it!  yeah right.....*sigh*

I was at school when I received a call from my Aunt Amber.  I have been formally summoned by my Grandma and Grandpa Paslay.  Since they are the biggest part of the family hierarchy there is no getting around it.  So, we agreed to cut off early the Friday to meet with them.  As we guessed, we were asked about helping Mom with some of her bills, and they wanted to make sure that we were not sponging off of her and living for free.  That was fine, we went over their suggestions on the apartments and how we should help.  Still fine, family should help family.  That is the way it should be, and I believe it would be enormously unfair to move in and saddle Mom with all the extra bills.

Well, I had a speech coming up about child molestation, and the Friday night, my nephew calls.  I have been chatting with him on facebook, but the last time I saw or heard from him was 4 years ago before taking Faith to the ER and the state filing charges.  Fine, whatever I got this, I can handle this.  Oh I was so wrong!

So, I get to school on Monday and it is the middle of October.  We have been living with Mom for 2 weeks, re-tiled one of her apartments, been advertising trying to get it rented, worked for over 4 weeks without so much of a half day to relax.  Hubby is on severe meltdown, Mom is cranky and over stressed, the kids are starting to get antsy about everything and snipe at each other.  Everything is building to one horrid crescendo of misery when after music class, my Grandma calls and announces that there is over $3000 due on the house payments (they are the lien holders) and we need to figure out how to pay that.  Well Shit!  What the hell am I supposed to do?!?  End result, well I botched the speech because I started having flash backs and a major panic attack.  I fled the room feeling like an idiot, and emailed the Professor to let him know what happened.

Ok, can't get much worse right?  Ah, but that is when it is the most fun for things to go wrong!  The week after the panic attack and everything, I get home after school to find the city of Fort Worth pet division parked outside the house.  Mom was getting cited for having too many cats.

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That was a few weeks ago.  I really need to learn how to finish some of these.  Particulary with how fast time flies as it is now the Monday past Thanksgiving.  Well, to end my tirad of misery above, all hell broke loose it is still working itself out.  The cat issue is under control, I still miss my friend, and all my speeches are done for the semester. :)

Baseball Moms with Intercranialrectumitis

Today at my sons baseball games, I had a sudden urge to violently attack one of the other parents.  This is not a normal thing, but today it just hit really hard on the wrong nerve.  Before getting to far into it, my son is only 6 years old and the league group is CP1 (also known as coach pitch 1).

The rules are fairly basic.  The coach pitches, the batter runs, and both sides try to score runs.  Basically a no brainer as far as for their age it should be FUN!  The age group is for 5/6 year olds and this is the time they learn the basic rules for running bases, scoring runs, strikes,balls, and have fun playing the game because they like it.

Today, we were once again getting stomped point wise and suddenly the woman behind me started talking smack about the assistant coach who was telling the players to pay attention.  This normally wouldn't be a problem, but the assistant coach happens to be my husband.  Then she continues to yell about how the coach pitching isn't doing it right.

Before moving on, one thing I would like to point out.  Her husband was supposed to be coach but his background was big time red flagged!  Also, last year we turned him in for manhandling my son.  The woman behind me hurling insults at my family is so self absorbed that she even went over to the coaches and spoke in spanish only to the only coach out of the four that spoke the language.  To throw fuel on the fire, I understood what she was saying and had to reign in my desire to grab her by her hair and ram her head into the fence pole.

She basically said that the coach was doing it wrong and that they need to change outfield because her precious boys team was not winning.  She also has a tendency to do this at the practices as well.  The coach decided to give in and changed the line up.  Then it really went into the toilet.

Her son was know mad that he was moved from his friend who he was chatting and turning circles with and threw a huge hissy fit.  His mom got hacked when he was told that he needed to either play or sit out.  It is not safe for kids to be romping in the back of the field with baseballs flying their way.  So, Miss Thing grabbed her kid and left spewing hate behind her.

This is supposed to be about the GAME! The FUN!  Not some Pre-Madonna on a broomstick.  The simple pleasure that we make room and sacrifice for so our son can play and have fun is being beaten down by the all consuming urging of the parents to WIN WIN WIN!  The best lessons in life are learned through failure.  They are learned by screwing up time and time again till they figure it out.  That is the best feeling in the world, and I feel the boys are being cheated out of this glorious feeling.

Just Because - A Facebook Rant

Just because I don't re-post or every picture of God, Jesus or bible verses does not make me less of a Christian. My faith is strong and I will lead by example in person not facebook posts. 

Just because I don't re-post or share every post that opposes the violence against children or the death of a terminally ill child doesn't make me an uncaring hag. I have children that I love unconditionally and would do anything to protect. I believe that while children need discipline, they do not deserve to be beaten either physically, verbally or emotionally. There is a HUGE difference between discipline and beating.

Just because I don't re-post or share every military awareness picture doesn't mean I don't support the military. My husband proudly served the Army and was sent overseas. Our military men and women sacrifice everything and more for our rights and our freedoms while a lot of people complain about the cost of gas and living in their comfy home or over a cup of Starbucks. While I am hacked off about the cost of gas and living going through the roof, it is not the soldiers fault.

Just because I do not join every cause, re-post, or share every post about abused pets doesn't make me an animal hater. I have cats and one day will have a dog to join them. They are all fixed and I make sure they are cared for and loved. I am against abusing animals and anyone (thing) weaker than you.

Just because I don't post my political views all over the place doesn't mean I don't care about them. It just means I don't want to argue about them. I have my point of view and why I vote the way I do and I do vote! I am a big believer that if you don't vote you cannot grip. You gave up that right by not going to the polls.

My personal views are just that. I come to facebook to catch up with friends, play games, post pics that I think are fun and uplifting because there is too much ugly in the world and I don't wish to add to it.

I am sorry if I offend anyone, but these are my views. Thank you for letting me rant.

Thanks For The Lasagna

Hi!  Well, I decided that after doing a guest blog for Paulette (her blogs are always fun to read and can be found here).  She wasn't feeling very well, but she took the time to write this for me and picked a favorite memory!   She understands my warped and sometimes snarky sense of humor.  I love her no matter what and have always said she is the yin to my yang.  Below the picture is what she wrote.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did!


                                                   
So Everline asked if I would like to guest post and tell y'all a story y'all may not know. It took me a bit but I think I have a fun story to tell.

It all started about 17 years ago, give or take a year or so. We were in High School. I think we were introduced to each other by a mutual friend. To say we didn't like each other would be an understatement. She thought I was a stuck up bitch and I thought she was just a bitch. Yet somehow we ended up becoming best friends. I cannot even tell how or when it happened. It just did.

We stayed close even after I graduated and then we kind of went on with our own lives. I got married about a yr before her. She was my Maid of Honor as my Matron of Honor couldn't make it. She somehow got out of work and got there. It was amazing, really. This is the kind of person she is. If you are friend or family she goes above and beyond to be there for you. This is not really my story but rather back story. Stay with me.

Since I was married we kind of lost each other for a bit. She also met my Hubs best friend at the time and fell in love. Thanks to me and a twist of Fate. She got married and moved out of town for awhile. We lost touch for several years. Til out of the blue she mails me a letter. I have no idea how she got my address. But there it was in my mailbox. Your basic hey how are you and oh by the way are you pregnant?

HUH?! Yeah, that was exactly my thoughts. Because as it happens, I was pregnant with my first child. Thus a friendship was once again established.

Fast forward to 2006 when I was pregnant with my last baby. She was part of the reason I did not go stir crazy with that pregnancy. She called every day just to chat about nothing and everything. She visited as often as she was able. Bringing food, especially craved foods like Jack in the Box. She had not been able to be around much for my first two pregnancies and had only heard stories and seen the babies afterwards. She knew I had been on bed rest with Bridge, too and that this time it was nearly driving me bonkers. So she kept me entertained as much as possible.

With Meg, she actually got to visit me in the hospital after she was born. Days later I was home and she was knocking at my door to visit and bring food. You know you have a real tight friendship when you open up your door and the first thing your BFF says to you is not hello but rather, "I Hate You!", as she hands you a lasagna and gives you a hug.

You see, as with my first two pregnancies after pushing out babies I left the hospital looking like I couldn't possibly have done so. So she was a tad jealous but in a loving sort of way. I just laughed at her and said, "Love you, too. Thanks for the lasagna."

Our friendship has always been this way. Not really jealous of each other but just teasing. Don't let that fool you cause there's been plenty of times where we have dropped everything to get to each other and support and uplift. Turns out, that she is the only person I didn't like at first that has become my friend. Not just my friend but my best friend. We are like sisters and joke with her Mom that we must of been separated at birth. We find this funny but I don't think her Mom does.

The Rumor Mill

Dear Rumor Mill,
There is a nasty rumor going around that I am lazy and that I spend all day on the PC.  Let's get a few facts down.
1.) Yes, my husband got screwed with having a physically disabled wife.
2.) Yes, my kids get the short end of the stick with a mother that cannot run, jump, and skip like she wants to.
3.) Yes, my house is constantly a mess and I ask the children to clean their room, closet, and the hall way that goes from there room to their bathroom. And yes, I ask any friends or family that come over and add to the mess to help clean up the mess they worked so hard to make.
HOWEVER...
I have something called DDD. Degenerate Disc Disease.  While I look normal, and it seems I spend my days walking malls, spending my husbands hard earned money then sit on my rear all day, it is time to air things out.
1.) The mall is for exercise.  It is a flat level area and it has weather control, and I am not slowing anyone down with my snails pace.
2.) I go to the Doctor often to work on getting the medical stuff FIXED, not as a regular monthly checkup.  I hate going to the Dr's office.  Because of how I look and my age there is a lot of judgement in the lobby area.
3.) I do AS MUCH as possible with my kids.  Girl Scouts with my daughter and baseball for my son.  While I cannot do a week of camping and sleeping on the ground like I could 10 years ago, I stay active in the troop and do what I can.  I cannot run after the baseballs, but I can pitch them to my son and cheer my hardest at his games.  We have only missed 1 during the the last 2 seasons and work at least 2 hours in every season to help the team.
4.) What very few see is that once I walk longer than 2 hours, my left leg gives out and I have to work it very hard to keep walking, and then on the really good days, I have to drag it in the car with my hands.
5.) Cleaning is done is spurts of 20 mins working and 30 mins resting.  I was told if my back goes out again like it did 4 years ago that I will be wheelchair bound, and I cannot  live in bed for a year again. It SUCKED, but I was very blessed to have lots of family and friends willing to help and once I was able to walk again I try very hard to help as often as I can to repay that kindness.
6.)  I often frequent facebook.  The computer is in the living room where the kids and I can take turns playing online.  I keep close eye on what they are doing and we are doing it as a family.  I often leave FB open so that if someone hops online, I can say hello and check on how friends and family are doing.  I leave the browser open even if I am not in the house.  It has just become habit.
6.)  At the end of every day I question God as to why I have the limitations I do.  I am only 32.  I should be able to clean the house in one day, run, jump, play and do everything that a normal 32 year should be able to do.  I wonder if I am good for my family and if it will ever get better.  I follow my thoughts with prayers that the next visit to the Dr will bring good results that I will be able to run and play and clean like everyone else my age.
It hurts to see that there is so much judgement when no one stops to ask if there is a REASON.  It SUCKS to know that people think you are lazy when you are giving your all.  It SUCKS that I have to rely so much on my husband who already works so hard for the family and it SUCKS that I cannot control what is going on, but to just pray that it will get better and that by the time I have to have the back surgery to rebuild the last 5 discs of my lower back that my children are grown so that I am not a burden to my family when it happens.  I have said my peace, but I have a suggestion to make.  Before passing judgement on someone or something, walk a mile in there shoes.  No one can truely know what is beneath the surface till it is personally lived.

It shouldn't have happened

Tonight I did something that I am very ashamed of.  For the first time in forever, I lost complete control of my temper.   For as long as I can remember, it has always been told to speak my mind and stand by what was said.

Yesterday, one simple comment on facebook was twisted to make something said into an accusation.  It was never meant in that context, but there it was.  I had a friend I wanted to protect, and was going to try and politely give an outside point of view.  The response not only came from one person but two people and it was ugly.   Now it was game on.

I did something that I never do.  I went head to head with my best friend's step sister and her lover.   At first I was trying to keep the comments civil.  There has been a few nasty rumors going around and as always everyone has and is entitled to an opinion.  Right or wrong, for better or for worse...everyone has one.

So, the gauntlet was thrown and after all that I have seen my friend go through, I became overly self-rightous  and set about to prove my point.  After all that has been going on, I felt she didn't need to be publicly treated the way she was.  From her past to her present, she has had to deal with a lot more than anyone else I know and she does it as best as she can and with very little complaint.

Soon after, the fight was on.  Words were twisted, accusations where thrown.  Even though I kept mine curse word free and tried not to sink into high school mentality, it happened.  After 16 posts between the 3 of us, the whole point of the conversation was lost.   It was now 3 people bickering about who loved her the most.
In the end, she became the referree telling us to break it up.   Instead of helping, which was the original intent, I ended up making things worse.

No matter what, I should have kept my cool and let it go.  I should have walked away and let the whole thing go, but I couldn't.  There is no reason or explanation that makes what was done right.  There was no cause to create conflict.  So, I cry tears of remorse, and after the last one has fallen, I will remember next time to watch my temper, hold my tongue, whatever it takes not to put anyone in the same position as I put my best friend in tonight.  

The worse thing about social networking is that it is all out in the public.  Even if the posts are deleted and the comments and people are blocked, at least 1 person has read them and someone might have already been hurt.  I wish I could take it all back and my God I am so ashamed at what I have done!

TV Shows to Bring Back

This weeks blog prompts brought to you by the wonderful

1.) A list of 10 old TV shows you’d like to make a comeback.

2.) A post your mom would write if your mom wrote posts.

3.) Do you love it or hate it? An open letter to your child’s latest obsession.

4.) We just celebrated America’s Independence! Write a poem about what freedom means to you.

5.) It’s hot, the kids are home and crazy, our pets are panting, the days are long…share your number one Summer Survival Tip.

6.) Milkshakes, smoothies, margaritas and more…create a video showing how to make your favorite frozen drink.

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There are several awesome shows that are very much missed.  A few of the older have been "reinvented" and that seems almost worse that pulling them completely off the air.  Especially the older cartoons like Tom and Jerry, Loony Toons, and the old Disney cartoons.  

Without further ado, my Top 10 choices I wish would come back!

1.) Father Dowling Mysteries.

This played right after Murder She Wrote for 3 seasons.  I LOVED it.  The idea of a priest and nun solving mysteries was a TON of fun and the show was very entertaining.  

2.) Who's the Boss

That was always great fun to watch (as well as parent approved)

3.) Mr. Belvedere

This was a little late night show that very few knew about, or wouldn't talk about because it came on so late at night.  

4.) Alf

The fun loving, cat eating alien!  

5.) Saved By the Bell

This was a GREAT favorite.  The College Years were ok, but my all time favorite was the wedding that ended the entire season.  

6.) Little House on the Prairie

This was on the air on the Hallmark channel till 2 years ago when it was replaced with a show I don't like.

7.) Loony Toons

The cartoons today are not nearly as fun as the original ones.  There was a simple love to a 3 -5 min cartoon.    Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig, Speedy Gonzales and not one of them politically correct.  

8.) Tom and Jerry

Another GREAT cartoon series.  These homicidal cartoons were considered too violent for our "delicate sensibilities"  If another kid did something completely stupid or violent it was blamed on cartoons.  I feel that today's cartoons are so much more life like and violent.  At least with Tom and Jerry we KNEW it was make believe and that chopping someone in half or squishing them would not work in the real word. 

9)Matlock

The cheap penny pinching, brilliant skinflint of an attorney.  This was one of my favorites for the longest time

10.)  The Twilight Zone

This TV show was 30 minutes of all sorts of possibilities and things that could have been.  The show started in black and white and the original series ran from 1959-1964. Since this is before I was even born, I caught them on reruns and now finally on Netflix.  They tried to revive the show from 1985-1989 but didn't do so well.  There was a 3rd attempt in 2008 with a series of 2 hour shows in 2002 that hasn't really worked either. I LOVED the original series.  

Ok Paulette, break out the tissues...

It is time for this weeks 







1.) Describe a memorable first date.
2.) Write about a child you find inspiring.
3.) What do you find most challenging about blogging?
4.) Name a pet peeve you have about how other parents raise their kids. Go on…stir the pot.
5.) We often spend time and energy talking about people in our lives we don’t see enough of. Describe a person in your life you are in contact with often. What does he/she mean to you?

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Ok, this week I am going with the fifth choice, I could easily write about how hard it is to blog.  However, I thought I would write about someone special. I am no longer very good at expressing emotions or feelings, but I thought I would write about my best friend Paulette.   Some know her best as "Ms P Drama"  http://mspdrama.blogspot.com/ .  

Anyone who watches us think that is amazing that we have conversations that very few can follow, our kids are the same age (right down to the middle child I miscarried), we are almost always chatting with each other through twitter, Facebook, and of course through text messages.  

Around 16 years ago, there was a preppy upbeat cheerleader type junior and a fat, miserable socially unfit freshman.   At first, neither one of us liked each other.  I though she was a snob and I didn't fit into her group of friends.  As usual, God had a plan because even though we were in different circles, different classes and had very little to nothing in common, we still ended up hanging out together.  

Slowly at first, and within a year, we were ok friends.  Not to terribly close, but we were talking and getting to know each other better.  I had no idea that her hag of a sister was making her life a living hell and her stepmother was using everything good and turning them into weapons to crush and dominate her.  She was very guarded and I was trying to understand why.  I think the main thing that got the friendship rolling was a fateful birthday party.

I was turning sixteen and my Mom had agreed to let me have a slumber party with a small group of girls.  Paulette was the only one not able to make it, and I was so disappointed till the next day.  My other group of friends and I were having fun all the way up till almost midnight.  I was the first to crash in the living room on Mom's bed.  We had a two bedroom house, and mom sacrificed the rooms to my brother and I and converted the living room to her room.  Anyways, that night a few horrid tricks were played on me and the end result was Mom calling seven very ticked off parents at 3am and everyone was kicked out of the house and I was left alone, crying, and mad as could be that everything went as it did.  

Little did either of us know it, but that was the saving grace in my friendship with Paulette.  I told her everything that happened and that I wasn't allowed to have anyone from the party over till Mom got over her mad and I was pretty sure I would be in college before that happened.  Mom had met Paulette and decided that she was nice, polite, and should be a good influence.  Oh boy, if she ever knew we would be in some SERIOUS trouble! 

When Paulette was old enough, she received a modest inheritance from her Mom and went to get a red Nissan Ultima with the sunroof.  It was one of the prettiest cars I had ever seen and was so jealous that she had a car before me.  However, in no time, she was banging at the front door and helping Mom pry my tail end out of bed so that I could ride to school with her in the car.  It was so nice, I only lived maybe five blocks from the high school.   For the next few years we were thick as thieves.  You never saw one of us without the other.  Talking for endless hours on the phone and as Paulette got ready for graduation, the inevitable happened...both of us had to get jobs and at this time, she found the man she loves and has been married to for fifteen years.  

After she graduated, she was working and getting ready for her wedding, and I was going to school and working part time.  She went shopping with me for school clothes my senior year, and we hung out as often as where able to.  The day of her wedding, I put in a request for an early off and the manager grudgingly gave it to me after I was moved from audience to maid of honor after her first choice went into labor.  I was at the church with her Hubby and he was so worried that she was going to leave him at the alter, and she was with his Mom getting ready.  On the way from the wedding, 103.7 KVIL played a dedication from the groom and dedicated "Your the Inspiration."  

After that, things slowed down in our friendship.  She was working and doing the married thing, and I was a senior in high school looking forward to when I would hit the same place in life that she was already at.  The first week of September, we decided to do a "girls night out".    We had no idea what movie we were seeing, what theater we were going to or what time any of the movies started.  We were just going to roll with it and see what happened.  After forty five minutes, we decided on ice cream and then we would pick up Paulettes' hubby.

For whatever reason, the ice cream didn't settle right and Hubby decided that he wanted to join us for the movie and this was before cell phones (yes I know...back in the days of dinosaurs and pagers).  So, the hunt was on.  We hit all of hubbys' friends till we came across a black Geo Metro.  Excited, thinking that we had found his for sure, Paulette mentioned "Patrick's in for the weekend".  While she ran in to see if her hubby was there, I layed the seat back and got comfy.  She came out disappointed since he wasn't there, but Pat knew where a friend had moved to and offered to help.  I made a comment about how cute his butt was, and since I very rarely made comments like that, the inner match maker caught and help onto that thought.

After the next stop, Paulette took me home and decided to find her Hubby alone.  Little did I know what was really brewing.  She snagged her hubby, his brother, Patrick and his brother and during their movie, she set me up with Patrick letting him know that if he was serious, he would have to make the first move and if I was hurt there would be hell to pay.  The following February, Patrick and I were married.  

For the next five years, we were both living our lives to the fullest and barely talked during that time.  When I became pregnant with our first child, I wanted everyone to know but was not sure how to find Paulette.  Pat knew what to do, he mailed a letter to her husbands' parents knowing that they would give it to them.

I was afraid that she had forgotten about me, or we would no longer get along since it had been so long.  However, color me surprised when she was pregnant with their first child as well.  Our due dates were only a month apart.   Paulette had her son a little early, and my daughter was a little late, but they are very close in age.  Since I was so close to delivery and it was icy out, Patrick suggested that we waited till Paulette and her son got home to visit.  That way she could have a little bonding time.   When I had my baby girl, she was there the day I delivered to visit, but I had a very difficult labor that ended with a crash c-section.  While I was in recovery, she visited the nursery and met some of Patricks' family and then came to visit the next day.  I remember her visiting the same time that my older brother visited, but he was making me laugh and in a morphine haze, I blinked away a lot of the visit, but I remembered she stayed as long as the nurse would allow.

 Even though I am not much of a babysitter, I helped her as best as I could by watching her son while they worked, but over time became increasingly frustrated with the babysitting.  Since we are so close, I was able to explain what was going on and she was so understanding!  Once again, life picked up and we drifted a little bit.

I lost a pregnancy and then found out that I was pregnant again three years later.    Paulette and I had been talking on and off, but because of how far apart we lived and gas prices we very rarely got to see each other.
Right after I told Paulette that I lost my pregnancy 2 days before Christmas, I went spiraling into depression and was trying very hard to get keep everyone away from close.  With my sister in law pregnant (and I was throwing the baby shower) and Paulette also pregnant, I lashed out in sadness and anger.  I was so bitter that the baby I named Charles Xavier would never be mine to love and hold.  Paulette recognized what I was doing and refused to leave me alone.  Taking it all in stride, including my temper tantrums and jealously, she became my anchor.  In my deepest darkest hours even when my own husband was too busy to help, she did.    Very patiently, she pulled me out of that black hole of despair and things slowly became better.

When she had her second baby, we started seeing each other much more often.  She had been put on bed rest while pregnant, and I wanted to help her whenever I could.  We started having our Moms night out and talking on the phone and before we knew it, once again we were both expecting babies.  I found out first and this time was due a few months before she was.  I was so scared for both of us.  I had already lost two pregnancies and Paulette kept going into preterm labor.   I was more worried that Paulette would lose her baby than I was about my pregnancy.  I was now far along enough to know that this one would most likely make it, but I didn't want Paulette to ever have to deal with the loss of a pregnancy.

By now, we were both stay at homes and were hanging out as often as we could and sometimes as often as once a week and we rotated houses.  When Paulette went to deliver her youngest daughter, I finally got to see her in to hospital.  She never asked if I wanted to see her after she delivered her first little girl knowing that I would be unable to handle it, and I was NOT going to miss visiting her in the hospital this time.  He had a fairly easy delivery and we chatted until Pat called me on the cell to let me know it was time to go.  Reluctantly, I left and immediately made plans to visit at the beginning of the following week.

She still laughs about my reaction to her opening the door with her perfect pre-baby figure.  I had stopped at the store on the way over and picked up a lasagna, and when she opened her door, my jaw dropped I said "I hate you" and handed her the lasagna.  She has always been able to take my super dry dark sense of humor and run with it.  I was very jealous that she had stayed so tiny and during my second c-section that they had to do an upward swing and I might never loose the tummy pooch because of it.

We were back to visiting every week alternating homes till I completely threw my back out of place and was unable to walk.  Once again, darkness took over and I was so mad at everything.  I was frustrated that I couldn't take care of my children, before thirty they were talking major reconstructive surgery on my back and  there was a high chance of paralysis.  With Pat working around the clock to cover bills, the housework fell behind and I was feeling like the biggest failure.  A housewife that could not take care if the children, house, or husband.  I had a lot of people helping me and I appreciated all the help, but I was so angry and the doctors said it would be six months to a year before I could do much more than move to the couch.

Paulette came and visited often and helped with the kids, cooking, and as much as the dump I lived in allowed, she cleaned.  I was very ashamed of how I was acting, but over the years I have started to lose my ability to articulate how I feel to others.  I can express anger, frustration, and jealousy very easily, but love, appreciation and happiness are very hard to express these days.  Every time she came over, she was a ray of sunshine.  I was always looking forward to seeing her and she was always there for me.  Even when the pain meds made me loopy and crazier that normal.

When my daughter was six, she was sexually assaulted by my nephew.  I wanted a gun and I wanted him in jail.  He was prosecuted, sentenced and sent away to the STOP program.  When I first heard the sentence and it seemed so light, I called my Paulette crying.   It hurt to breathe and I didn't understand why I was denied my chance in court to tell them how my family had suffered because of what had happened.  Paulette dropped everything, came over and took me to half priced books.  She patiently listened to everything I had to say and even understood why even though I had always said there in never a need for violence that I NEEDED a gun.  I WANTED to get revenge.  She pointed out that we wouldn't be able to fulfill our dream of being crabby old ladies on the porch with our cats and dogs.

Over the next two years, she helped me deal with the frustrations of my past while taking my daughter to her councelling.  My daughter has gotten past that and is living like a normal nine year old.   When we can, we help each other any chance we can, and there is nothing that I wouldn't do for Paulette.  She is like family to me, and ANYONE who hurts her, I plot against till she tells me, while laughing, that going to jail will not help our visiting.

Even as I type this, I have her girls while she takes her oldest to the dentist.  We are chatting about the NKOTBSB concert she got us tickets to.  We went on Sunday and had the very BEST of times!  She got both of us a t-shirt and we had a BLAST!  There are times when I wish I could tell her how much she means to me.  She has always been there no matter what is going on.  She has always been my anchor and ray of light.  My kids love her to pieces and she has become family to us.  I love her unconditionally (and for those with gutter minds - not in that way).  My greatest wish is that her life is aways as bright as she helps mine to be.    Everyone should be blessed with a best friend as great as mine.

Who's Kids Are They Anyway?

Ok, after blog spot ate one of the posts I worked the hardest on, I took a break from blogging and regained my focus. This weeks prompts are all very good, but I chose to write about the first one because, ironically enough everyone I know at the local Walmart are all experts on raising children. Ok, before I start rambling and get everyone lost, here are this weeks promts from http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/mama-kat/ I highly recommend checking it out! Anyways, once again I am rambling. I promise that here in a sec, I will get to the point. Anyhow, this weeks prompts are as follows....


1.) List 10 things you wish you could say to strangers who share unsolicited advice about your parenting skills.
2.) Write a poem inspired by a picture you took last week. Share both!
3.) Create a bucket list of 50 things you want to do this summer (with or without the kids!)
4.) A country you would like to visit.
5.) What is something you could stand to learn from your significant other?
Bonus Vlog Option!

6.) Getting kids dressed? Cooking dinner? Bed time? Create a video that describes the most difficult part of the day for you.


Ok, onto the actual writing (not rambling) part of things.

10 Things that you wish you could say to strangers

Since I started bass ackwards, I am going to keep going that way.

10.)
On the comment "Are you really going to feed your kids those tv dinners? Aren't you going to cook a homemade meal?"

My response "Is that your offer to come and cook dinner for my family?"

9.)
On the comment "Your child is so well behaved. Is she always this good?"

Well, that at least started the right way, but my response to that is "No, she is acting very good because I took away her TV, DVD player, and every privilege till she is twelve years old three isles ago."

8.)
On the comment "Are you worried your son might turn gay because of his pink blanket."

Now, this would seem like a very stupid question to ask, but I have been asked it SEVERAL times. The blankie in question is his sisters pink Belle blanket that I made for my daughter that he "borrowed" a few years ago. My response "No, I am not worried, but if he does turn out gay all I ask is that he gets married Hawaii so that we can have a wedding there." Seriously does ANY 5 year old turn gay from playing with a pink blanket.

7.)
One the comment "Your kids look like they have a hard time getting along. How do you separate them?"

Seriously, They are at the age that breathing at each other is a capitol offense. I let them try to work it out themselves, and if they go beyond the usual brother/sister stuff, I have a few empty walls for timeouts. So, my comment "I am so sorry, when did they change the referee design on your shirt?"

6.)
This one is generally from the older generations "If you beat your kids butt more often, then they would mind you better"

While I am a FIRM believer that to spare the rod spoils the child, I also respect that beatings are not good for children. I believe that discipline should be considered to fit the offense. My response to this "I remember my beatings and they didn't do a bit of good. I was still a brat to my Mom"

5.)
Comment for others (mostly the school) "Have you concidered that your child might be ADHD or have other ADD related issues since the reading grades are not that good?"

Response from me "I am not drugging my kid to make your job easier. You are paid to teach my kid and I think the school should provide more recess time. I can't focus for 8 hours I don't expect my 5 year old to either?"

4.)
Comment "Your kids drive me crazy!"

This one is sometimes really hard to reign my temper in on. I know that most time it is harder to deal with other peoples children than your own, however it is sometimes hard to find a "diplomatic" solution so my response "Can't wait till you have your own so I can tell you the same thing" or "So do yours" or "That is not a long drive even on the best of days"

3.)
Comment "Your kids clothes are mismatched. Couldn't you have helped her get dressed properly"

My response to that one. "I did help her get dressed. She is fully covered isn't she."

2.)
This one is normally from family or friends with slightly older childre. Comment "Why won't you let your kids watch PG-13 movies? There is nothing wrong with them!"

I cannot say to much on this seeing as when I was 5 years old my Dad took me to see the movie "Gremlins" in the theater. However, with how desensitized our society is becoming, I choose to shield them as long as I can. Most will respect this one though. My response "If you want to stay up with them every night for the next few weeks while they have night terrors... go for it. Otherwise, my kids my choice"

The #1 comment and the one that drives me BANANAS....

1.)
Comment "You are doing it all wrong! You need to prove to them who is boss and make all the decisions in the house."

I try to give the kids options and choices and encourage them to make the right choices. I still make all the final decisions, but why are they not allowed to voice an opinion or desire?
so, my final response and my favorite one...."Glad you feel that way, but I am the one raising them. MY KIDS! MY CHOICE!"

I love meeting new people and showing the kids the better side of everything. It is ultimately annoying when someone I don't even know is criticizing a situation that they are not even a part of. When it comes to my family, there are no questions..good or bad they are MY KIDS. They are my life and unconditionally loved.

Writers Workshop ~ 1980 Honda Civic aka The Yellow Deathtrap

This Weeks prompt are as follows:


1.) If you had to go back to high school, how would you do it differently?
2.) Describe a trait that attracted you to your significant other, but that now drives you a little crazy.
3.) Your first car.
4.) Describe how you met your best friend.
5.) Write a love letter to someone (some thing?) you love.


I figured that I would start with the one about my first car (It still gives a few of my friends nightmares even after 10+ years) then write about how I met my best friend followed by a love letter to Coca Cola. (Yes, you read that right).  

When I was 16, Mom said that if I found my way back and forth to the drivers ed course (which of course was 14 miles round trip) I could get my licence and get a car.  OMG my teenage heart was dead set on getting that privilege!  So, I set out to walk to the school and in Texas heat in June that is no small feat.  After the 4 weeks in class and 3 weeks behind the wheel of a monster truck, I was given my DL41A form and off to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) we went.


My uncle was big in collecting and fixing cars, so I received my first car as a gift and at first I was immensely dissapointed.  It was a hollowed out, rusted shell with the engine in pieces in the back section of the car.    My stepfather at the time, Gale, told me to be patient and I would be happy with the results.  So, I figured whatever, as long as it was ready by the first day of school  cause I paid $65 for a premium parking spot.  What is sad is that by the time school started we had moved right down the road from the school.  


Anyhow, a week before school started the car reappeared, painted bright smiley face yellow and running!  YEAH!!!  I was all sorts of happy, even when I found that the drivers side seat was not fully bolted in.  It was a manual (stick) shift 5 speed.  I topped it out at 135mph (Lord I hope Mom never reads this post) and the bright color made it easy to find.  The catch was, I was forbidden to get a ticket (which I got in the first 3 months) and I had to get a job to cover the insurance.  


With no backseat, I could fit 16 people in the back and constantly did so.  I took a friends younger siblings to school and took my little brother to school a few times.  When I put the car in 1st or reverse, the drivers seat flew backwards and a few times, I ended up backing into parked cars.  I only hit a few cars (about 5 of them including my stepfathers truck).

Well, it wasn't until my brakes failed and I stripped my emergency brake getting home from across town, that it was decided that my car was not very safe and was sold.  It really was a beautiful car. 

Writers Workshop ~ Mother Nature is a HAG!

I have watched my BFF Paulette do the writers workshop for a little while, and while I will most likely never do a vlog (I am anti camera) I thought I would try a writing prompt and see where it takes me.

Todays prompts are:
1.) Describe a time you spoke up for someone who couldn’t speak up for themselves.
2.) The Royal Wedding…ten gift ideas.
3.) What is going on in the bedroom? Describe a memorable sleeper.
4.) Photo Story: Take a walk through your neighborhood this week and share some pictures of what Spring looks like where you live.
5.) Something embarrassing that happened at school.

While I thought that doing the Royal Wedding gift ideas would be fun, I suddenly remembered a horridly embarrassing thing that happened at school in the 5th grade. This was back in the late 80s, and I think that there may be a few who have had similar experiences.

I was cursed with getting my period when I was just 9 years old. I was just starting 4th grade when it started. This was not much of an issue, Mom had taught me all about how the body changed and was forever telling me that knowledge was important and that if I knew it was coming I wouldn't wig out when it happened. So, I was perfectly ok with what was going on till I entered 5th grade.

In Texas, there was no sex ed or anything like it till 9th grade, so when we moved to Virginia (kids never had voting rights back then)sex ed started in the 5th grade. So, when I was transplanted there, it was a HUGE adjustment.

Anyhow, we were starting to learn about how the female body changes and then came the question... "Has anyone in the class started their menstrual cycle yet?" Stupidly I raised my hand and oh gee I was the ONLY one. The teacher asked if I wanted to answer any of the classmates questions and once agian, I stupidly said yes.

So after answering a million questions, class was over and it was time to go. Well, this was when white pants were the major rage and I had several pairs, and that day I was wearing my fav pair. As we were walking out of the classroom, the teacher snagged me and told me to see the nurse but not told why.

As I was walking across the school, I was curious about the snickering and pointing, but no one ever told me what was going on. I was very much picked on because I had a very deep accent and was very well endowed for my age (everything is bigger in Texas dontcha know) and it was believed that everyone in Texas has an oil field and that we were all filthy rich. Wish that were true, but...

Anyhow enough rambling. I got to the nurses office, and apparently the teacher had paged the nurse and told her why I was on my way. Apparently, during the class that hag Mother Nature rolled on in and I was wearing WHITE pants. So, I was a gross red mess and suddenly it all clicked into place about why I was being laughed at.

The nurse cut me a pass to walk home, and nicely sent someone to my locker to grab that extra sweater, and let me walk the 1 1/2 miles home. That wasn't near as bad as what happened the next few weeks. The cracks about what had happened was ALL over school and there was no end to it till Summer time. I was never so happy to see the end of the school year.