Writer's Workshop: I'm praying for.....

Today is another Writer's Workshop day hosted by Mama Kat @ Mama's Losin' It and today I'm gonna do the one about

1) SOMEONE i'M PRAYING FOR

Right now and for the last few days I have been praying for a baby that I don't know personally, feel like I know through his mother's blog.

This sweetie pie is currently in the pediatri ICU with SVT (Supra Ventricular Tachycardia=very high heart rate). This story touched my heart. This little one had a fight in utero with the same problem and doctors said then that he wouldn't make it.

Well, Miracles do happen when you trust in God.

He was born without any problems and has been strong since.

A few days ago things changed for him and now he is in the PICU fighting to keep his heart rate down.

So I have been checking is to MckMama's blog daily, praying along with the hundreds of others that are praying as she continues to keep the blog world update on Stellan's progress.

MckMama has so much faith in God. She has put everything in His hands in seems at peace with whatever decision He makes for her little man. (Much more calm than I coule ever be)

I have never met her, but have been a follow of her blog for a while and she has some of the cutest kids I've ever seem. They just make you wanna follow her unique stories.

So right now, I am praying for a family and a baby that I have never met, but whom I know needs constant prayers.

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I am also praying on a regular basis that Hubs DOES NOT have to go to Afganistan in a few month for a 12 month deployment. He has never been there, or Iraq or anywhere else over there, simply by the grace of God and I am hoping that he can avoid it for a few more years until he retires. He has word that his unit, MIGHT be going in August. I am praying all the time that this simply doesn't happen. I don't like being a single mom and that's exactly what it feels like when he's not here.

So pray with me cause I won't be so Mommy Fabulous is I'm alone!

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So THAT is who I am praying for! If you wanna join in on this one or if you wanna see what other Prompts Mama Kat has this week, get over HERE and check them out.

Tell It Like It T-I-Z Tuesday

So it's TELL IT LIKE IT T-I-Z TUESDAY!

This is my little segment where I talk about something, anything, that has been on my mind where basically I want to give my two scents about, in my own unique way.

Today, I wanna talk to the SAHMs. This is not for the working mommies or the mommies that work from home. Although I KNOW that your jobs is no easier than that of a SAHM.

This one is for those mommies, whose only job IS to stay at home, care for your kids, your house and your family. THE "HOUSEWIFE".

I AM a SAHM. You know, one of those women that stay home all day cleaning, cooking, and taking care of kids.

The kind of woman that doesn't have a conventional job but feels that on some days she works twice as hard as someone who works outside the home.


I am a SAHM, and although I don't bring in the bacon, I fry it! And I clean it up when it's done. I help the kids with homework every day and make sure that the little one that stays at home is well rounded and on schedule with (in many cases ahead of) other children.

I am a SAHM and I take my kids to the library. I take my kids to the park during the day and I get together with other moms and plan a picnic or a playdate just so that my KIDS can have a good time.

I am one of those moms that is able to take time to volunteer at the school on a whim, because in all do honesty, my time during the day is my own. I have time to bake if needed, go on fieldtrips upon request and plan a spring carnival with the help of others without having to worry about struggling to make the time.

I am a SAHM. And that doesn't make me a babysitter. Because I stay at home, doesn't give you the right to believe that I want to keep your kids. It doesn't give you the right to assume that I want to make a few extra dollars keeping YOUR kid.... because I STAY AT HOME anyway.

I am a SAHM who really doesn't SAH. I'm constantly on the run because guess who has to do the shopping? Guess who has to buy the kids' new clothes? Guess who has to get the supplies for that project that "Oh I forgot! It's dues tomorrow!" project?

Now, I'm no idiot. I know that EVERY mom (or dad) goes through these same things. But those that "Bring Home Some Bacon" with it are looked at a little differently, seem a little more respected. Perhaps it's just me being envious of those that have found a way to do it all, but many people seem to believe that I don't DO anything being a SAHM.

"So what do you DO all day?" That is a funny question to me because until you try staying at home, you'll never understand how the house NEVER stays clean because you are there all day, with kids that play with things, pull things out, put finger prints on newly Windex'ed tables and waste Kool-Aid on the kitchen floor 3 times a day.

I don't clean ONCE a a day I clean until I go to bed.

And I don't have the pleasure of a paycheck with that much need extra money for a pedicure at the end of the week, or those few extra dollar that gives you the satisfaction of being able to help pay off that credit card.

Life is different for a SAHM because there is no "gratuity" to say JOB WELL DONE. But there is the occasion kiss from a child and those beautiful eyes that looks up and say, "Mommy, you're the best mom in the world." And I guess THAT is payment enough!

Wanna win a Blog Design?

I was over at Punky Monkey's admiring her new blog page when I read that the chick that did her design is giving away a design with the WORKS!

Here is what Punky Had to say about it all:

Sara has generously donated a custom blog design (meaning you will be the only one that has it) to one of my readers!!! I bet you want to know how you can enter to win it right! We will get to this, tons of ways to enter! This is what is included in the design she is giving away here.....to one of my readers....in 2 weeks!

Here is what my Custom Blog Designs come with:
Custom Template (2 or 3 columns)
Custom Header (the sky is the limit)
Custom background
Navigation image (umlimited links)
Unlimited sidebar images
Social buttons (Twitter, Facebook, BlogHer, Feed, etc.)
Hosting space via my serverButton for linking (150x150)
Post signature
Email image
Post divider
Favicon (bookmark icon)
Flash animated greeting messageInstallation
*Rollover effects per request.
Can you all say... WOW!!!!
Sara has some other awesome designs she has done for fellow bloggers. You can see those here, including Crazy Book Slut .

Rules:
To enter to win your own blog design by Sara, you MUST do the following:Post a post on YOUR blog about this giveaway with a link back to this post as well as Subjective Beauty. Not too hard right, we want to get the word out to everyone about how much Sara and Subjective Beauty rocks... and that they do!! That's it. There are more ways to earn yourselves extra entries of course BUT this entry HAS TO BE DONE for those to count. After you have posted come comment here with a link to your post and you are entered.

On top of that, if you go to Punky Monky's page, she gives you a few more ways that you can win, so GO CHECK THEM BOTH OUT! Let em know who sent ya!

Daddy Called the ALIENS!

Miss Missy: Mommy, when I was four (she still is four, mind you) the aliens and the police came to our house.

Me: umm hmmm. Really? (Not really paying attention because the little chick had been babbling for about 45 minutes.)

Miss Missy: Yes! Daddy called the police and the aliens on the phone and they came. Don't you remember?

Me: Huh? When did daddy call the police?

I, of course, am thinking that she is describing a dream she's had.

Miss Missy: Mommy, don't you remember? He called the aliens for Sir-Talks-A-Lot because he wouldn't wake up. Remember? You were on the floor and Sir-Talks-A-Lot wouldn't open his eyes and he opened and closed them and Daddy got on the phone to called the police and the ALIENS to come to our house to get Sir-Talks-A-Lot.

Me: OOOOOHHHHH! Little Mama, do you mean that Daddy called the AMBULANCE to come get Sir-Talks-A-Lot when he fell out of the chair?

Miss Missy: Oh yeah, ambulance... not aliens.


Her recollection of the day her brother passed out.
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It's a hard knock life!

MAKE THAT BED!

SCRUB THAT FLOOR!

POLISH MY SHOES!

AND I MEAN........ START..........

NOW!

IT'S A HARD KNOW LIFE FOR US!

Saturday mornings is rarely a time for saturday morning cartoons and lazy lounging for the kids in the Wise house.

OH NO!

It's a time where if I gotta get up and clean, so do they.

On the weekend, my kids become slaves, and I think that now that spring has sprung, it just got worse for them.

YARD WORK is added to their list of Saturday morning to do's, as they help Hubs tend to those wonderful outdoor duties.

Right now, my house has the refreshing smell of Clorox and carpet fresh wafting through the air. The boys are on POOP PATROL outside picking up the wonderful little gifts that Ginger has been leaving for them all week.

Ahhhh, the joy of having kids! They take the load off of my household duties!

Ultimate Blog Party '09 - WELCOME!

Welcome to My Party!


Over at 5 minutes for Mom, they are hosting this Ultimate Blog Party 2009!

It simply has to be one of the hottest spots on the web right now because this party is giving you a chance to blog-hop to some really great sites and meet some really great and interesting people.

Now truth be told, the REAL reason I wanna participate in this party is not for the fun and meeting of "cool new people".

It's for the PRIZES!

Some of these cool people are giving away great prizes to get you to read their blogs. What a wonderful way to bribe folks to come visit you, huh?

Well, for those of you who are new here, you might wanna know a little about me. And for those of you who frequent Mommy Fabulous, you already know I'm a bit of a nut, but you may learn something about ol' Diva Ma that you may not already know.

My name is Kay. I'm a 31 year old stay at home mom. A mom to three brats that I obviously love very much because I continue to allow them to live in my house and take over my life. I'm the Sarah Palin to my kids' school. Yeah, I was suckered into being the Vice President of the PTO there and, although you might on many, many, many, many, many occasions find me complaining about PTO and the fact that I really do have to work my tail off like it is a PAID position, I really do like what I do.

I am blessed to be able to be a stay at home mom because my husband is a SOL-JAH! He is working his a** off being all that he can be in the US Army. And while I had no intensions of being one of those women who stays home with the kids while their man brings home the bacon, there are so many aspects to why we chose this route for our family. And while kicking and screaming the whole way through, I finally realized that staying home with my younguns is what is best for our happy little home right now.

Okay, so meet the youngsters.

My youngest, Miss Missy, is my little princess who dreams of being a ballerina. At 4 (and a half, I am reminded), She hasn't had the chance to actually take a class yet, but you can't tell her that she is not a ballerina as she twirls and spins her way through my living room, just practicing for when she IS in ballet. She's quiet the photogenic little thing as everytime I take out my camera, she is ready with a big grin. She's heading off to pre-K and I'm am so happy. Not because she is going to get a great start on her educational path. Ehhh, okay that's good to, but I will FINALLY have my days to myself!

Sir-Talks-A-Lot is the typical Middle Child Syndrome child. He's 6(and a half, of course, because his birthday of next month, LOL). He is the one that I have the most stories about simply because he is funny, vocal and very animated and direct. He is also the sweetest child in the world. When he is not throwing temper tantrums, he is constantly reminding me of how wonderful I am and how I am the best mom in the world. That's is usually followed by the reminder of how MEAN I am, 10 minutes later, but at least I know he thinks the world me right now.

Runnin' Man, the 8 year old, gets his name because the boy is an all around natural athlete, like his daddy. If it involves a ball, he can do it. He's a booksmart kids that tends to lack common sense. The boy is a straight A student, but I have to ask on so many occasions, "Are you SURE you passed that gifted test?" Common sense is not his strong point, but thank goodness he has brains, beauty and BASKETBALL!

Me, you ask? It's always been hard for me to talk about myself. I'm still in the process of trying to figure out what I wanna be when I grow up. I'm one of those creative people who loves to draw, create, write and read. I use to dream of being a writer. I used to crochet. I used to draw all the time. I used to read. Then I started having alllllllll these kids and BAM!!! I lost my sense of SELF.

So, if somewhere inside this blog on your journey of reading all the things that I have to complain about, or all the crazy things that I just have to share, you find my sense of self, if you figure out who I am, what I wannna be in life and where my life is taking me, LET A SISTA KNOW!

Health or Beauty?

Well, I'm really not one of those stay at home moms that goes out looking any old type of way.

I'm no glamour girl either, but wearing pajamas to go drop the kids off at school late or running to the grocery store in a holey pair of sweat pant and a dirty t-shirt is also out of the question.

Somebody might see me!

I like to at least present myself in a way that says that I take pride in the way that I look, but not necessarily all glammed up in tons of makeup and heals on a simple trip to Walmart everyday.

This week while I have been home sick, I think I might have gotten dressed once and that was because I thought I was feeling better and was ready for the road. God had different plans for my body. Get your butt back in the house and rest!

So for the entire week I have been out of my element, simply bumming it around the house with my hair every which and where, sweats and a dirty, sometimes even holey, t-shirt on to greet the Hubs when he comes home from a hard day at work.

Every day, I simply look like I have crawled out of the dirty clothes hamper. No makeup, no hair style and nothing appealing for the poor man to look at when he comes home.

While I wouldn't say that I am one of those housewives that look dashing with hair perfect and dinner waiting when her man walks through the door, I do attempt to not frighten him when he comes home either. This week that wasn't the case. I looked the same way I had when he left, not a line of eyeliner or a smidge of lip gloss. I feel bad about it. Feel like I should have at least tried to great him in a more presentable fashion, even if I had no intention of leaving the house.

And do you know what his reaction has been?

"Did you take your medicine today?"

"Do I need to stop and get anything from the store?"

And even a "You do a lot around here."

My point is, he's way more understanding than I give him credit for and the little things don't matter to him, my health does. And although I know I looked BAD this week, he never cared (or he knew better than to say so). He was more concerned with my health, while I was the only one concerned with my hair!

Writer'workshop: What usually doesn't slide.....

It's time for Mama Kat's assignment. Every week this Queen Bee gives out assignments so that those that may be plagued with writer's block have something to help them create a great post.

It's fun so get over here and pick your prompt. There's a few good ones to choose from.


This week, this is my choice, simply because this just happened yesterday.

3.) Describe a time you allowed your child to do something that you normally would not let slide.

Now, if you know me then you know that when it comes to my kids and behavior, I don't let ANYTHING slide. I'm one of THOSE moms that is on my kids about the way they act at all times.

don't tolerate bad behavior and I don't tolerate temper tamtrums.

Some may say that those tantrums are a way for kids to express themselves, but here in the Wise house, kids are not ALLOWED to express their feelings unless it is done in a way that mom feels exceptable. I WILL NOT have kids that yell or talk back to me and I will not have kids that throw things when they are angry..... Until yesterday.

Sir-Talks-A-Lot (of course it had to be a story about him) wanted to go outside after school yesterday. He said that he was going outside and I simply heard the door shut behind him.

Okay, I wasn't upset about the fact that he hadn't ASKED to go out but simply took it upon himself to think that it was okay to just walk out of my door. I was peturbed simply by the fact that he was going outside to play in his school jeans and I didn't want anymore holes to appear in anymore perfectly good pairs of jeans.

Yes, I shoulda been mad that he just walked out the door like he was a teenager rather than a 6 year old, but you choose your battles, right?

Well I sent him in his room and told him that he couldn't go outside right now. Partically because his big brother was still doing homework and I wanted him to have some supervision.

WELL, Sir-Talks-A-Lot decided that my decision was unexceptable and storms off to his room screaming at the top of hid lungs.

Right at that moment, I heard the roar of the BMW's engine in the driveway.

"Your dad's home so you might wanna straighten up!" I called back to the room in a calm motherly voice.

Now mind you, any other time I probably would have been back in the room with the BEAT-EM STICK (my plastic ruler I pull out for such occasions) ready for an all out war, but I ignored him. ME!!! I ignored him.

So, from me, he got away with a temper tantrum that I NEVER would have let him get away with on any other accasion. Hey, it has to be that I am still sick and I just didn't feel like going into battle.

Dad, on the other hand, went back in the room and saw that Sir-Talks-A-Lot had thrown every pillow, cover and sheet off of his bed and was banging his fist on the floor in rage and decided that if mom wasn't gonna do anything, he was gonna handle the problem.

He, by the way, doesn't tolerate temper tantrums either................

Guess I'm not fully recovered yet.

After being quarantined in the house for a week, I thought that since the sun was finally shining I was ready to be out and about. You know, shopping, and doing the normal PTO stuff. Well my body decided differently as I walked around the PXtra waiting for my husband to come help pick out some trees for the yard.

Headache, dizziness and just plain tiredness flowed ever me. It's been a week and for the next few days the sun will be shining. I just wanna be able to enjoy some rays.

Hubs insists that I take this flu thing more seriously and give my body the time it needs to get well. Tell those PTO folks that they are just gonna have to get someone else to step in for a while longer. After all, it is volunteer, Kay! No need to get worse by trying to work before you're ready. They can do it without you.

The thing is, I feel bad leaving them to do work that I had already signed up to do, so to say. There aren't many volunteers, as it is coming towards the end of the year and parent volunteers and enthusiasm are dwindling. I have a lot that I need to be responsible for, but there is no way that Hubs is gonna let me work when I'm still really sick.

I thank goodness for him because I know that I would surely push myself before I'm ready and end up sick all over again, but (pout) I wanna get back to work! (pout) There's only 2 weeks left until spring carnival! (pout) they NEED me!



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On another note, how about I went into the bathroom to check on Sir-Talks-A-Lot last night as he had been in the tub for quite a while and when I opened the door he was laying on his back........... SNORING! Before I realized that he was asleep, I have to say that my heart almost pounded its way out of my mouth at the site of my child laying in 4-5inches of water non-responsive.

The sound of his snoring brought color back to my face as I called his name TWICE to get his attention and fussed, through my teeth that he better not EVER fall asleep in the tub EVER EVER again.

I wen into the bedroom and told my husband to go talk to his son who was just short of giving me a heart attack. Of course, Hubs wasn't quite as NICE about the situations as I was and the yells could be heard from our master bathroom.

But the boy really could have deserved a whooping for that, I mean, the thought that he could have been.......... well you know, sends chills down my spine. I may have to start standing at the door while he washed up just to make sure that this situation doesn't happen again. That would teach him because the boys don't like mommy seeing their private parts, even though I was the one cleaning those wee wees when baby poop was oozing around in their pampers.

Tell It Like It T-I-Z Tuesday: AIG robs the poor to give out bonuses!

Is anyone else as disturbed by this AIG crap as I am?

Please tell me that I heard WRONG when I was attentively listening to the news today and they repeatedly said that AIG is using the taxpayers bailout money, the millions that we are forking over to get this company out of the crapper, they are using the money to pay it's top executives their BONUSES????? BONUSES???????????

WTH??? Are you kidding me? "Contractual obligations" my patooty! Millions of dollars in bonuses is going to the same good for nothing execs that ran the company into the ground in the first place. The same ones that led the company in to the place where they needed the bailout, all while making millions of dollars to put into their own greedy a** pockets. And here they are with their hands still stuck out talking about bringing lawsuits if their bonuses are not honored.

These people are just as much crooks as Madoff himself as they take money from the poor to greeze the palms of the rich SOBs who are going to take their families on yet another island getaway, go out of caviar, get their Mani's and Pedi's and suck the taxpayer dry.

It was also said that if AIG was to ask for another handout from America's hardest workers, the government would not hesitate to give them a couple more mill on top of what was already forked over to them.

IF THAT DOESN'T PISS YOU OFF YOU MUST BE AN AIG TOP DOG!

One person received more than 6 million dollars in bonus money! 6 million!! While people are out there losing their jobs and struggling to figure out where their next meal is coming from, this SOB is waiting on his hefty 6 million dollar bonus check. AIG is DEAD WRONG for robbing the poor to keep the rich happy! I say, let the a**holes sue! No person is worth millions of dollars when the company they are working for his struggling to stay afloat!

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Now what do YOU have to Tell It Like It TIZ about????

My bout with influenza

I'm back! I know that I was missed. Come on! Admit it. You guys missed me.

Okay, well maybe I'm fooling myself, but while I was sick, the ONE thing that kept going through my mind and was forcing me to get better is knowing that I had tons of disappointed blog fans just waiting on pins and needles to see what would come outta my keyboard next.

Yes, I am still on meds. Yes, maybe they have me a little delusional.


Anywho, for all of you that sent me well wishes while I was on my death bed suffering from a severe case of INFLUENZA, thank you so much.

If you have never had the flu, DON'T GET IT! Run like hell and go get your flu shot NOW!

I was so sick I couldn't move. I know I blamed it on my germ infested twerp, but I guess I didn't get the flu from him. He only really has the sniffles.

No, what I have is WAY WAY worse.

I spent the first 3 days glued to my bed moaning and groaning and PRAYING for some sorta relief.

I'll never forget to take my flu shot again.
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So because I haven't been out of the house this past week or allowed to interact with my children for that matter, I don't have anything to blog about.

Hubs had me quarantined to my room like I had the plague. He came in to bring me food every now and then, sprayed some Lysol and chained the door to my dungeon shut. I almost forgot what the kids looked like. Not that I CARED at the time.

They weren't allowed to cross the threshold, and every now and then I'd catch a glance of one of the standing at the door and they'd whisper, "Momma, are you okay?" or "Do you feel better?"

Well, one of the younger two anyway. Runnin' Man seemed to care less. He's not the nurturing type at all. Who ever he marries better hope she never gets sick because I'm pretty sure she's gonna be going to get her own chicken noodle soup.

The only one that seemed to constantly get across the barrier was the dog, Ginger, whom I remember constantly shooing away as she jumped on the side of my bed smelling my putrid sick breath. I'm surprised she didn't pass out!

I'm so thankful that Hubs took the week off to take care of me and deal with the kids. I think they would have been taken away by social services for starvation if I would have had to go it alone.

The best part about it all was that he cooked and it was always something different than what I make. It was nice to have a different touch in the kitchen.

I'm still dizzy. Still not ready to get up and take the reigns totally yet, but I'm a mom. I won't be able to get too many more days of sick leave.

I got the COOTIES!

I'm sick. Yes, the germ infested twerp has passed his cooties on to me. It's funny how I'm always the one that takes on the kids' sicknesses and Hubs rarely get so much as a sniffle.

I was laid out on the couch for the entire day yesterday. I have spent the majority of the day on in the bed today while poor Miss Missy is forced to fend for herself. Thank goodness she is such a wonderful kid. She is very content coloring in her coloring books and watching Nick Jr., every now and then coming in to check and see if I'm okay or if I want some water.

I took some Dayquil Cold and Flu and, although I'm still dizzy, I managed to clean my kitchen and blog about my woes.

So it's back to the couch for me. I'll do my best to check in when the room stops spinning.

The Doctor Gave Us Good News

Sir Talks-A-Lot had his cardiology appointment yesterday and I have to thank GOD that he is fine. The doctor says that there is nothing wrong with his heart. She said that the poor child was probably a bit dehydrated and week and that there is something about combing the head that can stimulate tiredness and possibly passing out.

I can attest to that because anytime I get my hair done you can best bet that I'm gonna get my Z's on in that chair.


She also said (and this may be good info just in case any of you every experience a child passing out) that picking him up off of the floor after his first fall was not the best thing to do because him passing out was the brain's way of telling the body that it wasn't getting enough blood. What happened when we picked him up was the blood that was trying to rush back to his brain, immediately slowed down it's travel. The brain said "HEY! I said I needed some blood up here!" And sent a message to the body to pass out that second time. Which is why after having him laying on the floor while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, he was able to sit up on his own just fine by the time they got in the door.



If you missed Cam's story of how he scared me half to death, read it here.



So, now, although I know that my child has no heart or brain issues, I'm still a little concerned about him. He is still not back 100%. He has still been complaining about his stomach hurting and he is having headaches. Last night, we went to a basketball game and while the other kids were roaming the halls and enjoying themselves, he was either leaning on me or sitting on the floor.

Something is still wrong with him and I don't like it one bit. He's 6. Should he be complaining of headaches?

Right now, with the beautiful spring weather coming in after our horrid snow day, you'd think he's want to be outside playing with his brother.


I guess, I'll be taking him back in to the doctor's office soon. They now know the Wise kids by name!

You might wanna stay away from me!

I'm feeling kinda weird. Perhaps I'm some kinda bad luck or something, because it seems like these last few weeks have been extremely grim for people around me.

People are dropping like flies around me.

Let me tell you what I mean.

Last week my friend lost her sister. This week she lost her grandmother.

My son's teacher is out to bury her granddad. Her father is in the hospital sick.

My dad lost a friend to breast cancer. Her memorial is today.

My mother's husband bury his grandmother two days ago.

Is it me or is there a trend here? These people are in my prayers every night.

And I woke up early this morning thinking about the custodian we lost at our school last month. She went to sleep and didn't wake up. I was up thinking about the memorial that we as PTO simple have to get soon to honor her properly.

So, I don't know what it is, but it's been a grim couple of weekend for me. I'm hoping that this is the END of it it things start to pick up from this point!

The scariest day of my life.

I have never been through anything that has actually scared me the way that I was scared this weekend. If any of you know me, you know that I am the type of mom that doesn't panic over ANYTHING when it comes to my children getting hurt or sick.


ARE YOU BLEEDING OR DYING? is my signature saying when it comes to kids. The neighborhood kids no longer come to my door to tattle tail because they already KNOW I don't wanna hear it unless someone is bleeding or dying!


Just a few examples would be the time Runnin' Man and Sir-Talks-A-Lot came to my room, Sir-Talks-A-Lot in tears with his hand on the back of his head with blood oozing out. Runnin' Man with this scared look on his face because he was the one that made it happen. I took one look at the cut on the back of his head and said, "I TOLD YOU TO STOP PLAYING IN MY LIVING ROOM! DID YOU BREAK MY TABLE?!?!"


Or how about the time, some may remember, when Runnin' Man fell into a lake. Okay, a pond, in our neighborhood that I didn't know existed. He had water up to his chest. My first instinct was to laugh and say HA HA! THEN I got a little concern, remembering that HE CAN'T SWIM.


Oh and one of my neighbors will also remind me of the time Runnin' Man was riding his bike and somehow ran into the corner of a metal mailbox. I just looked at him and shook my head. Never picking up my pace, as I walked to see if he was gonna need stitched.

Okay, so I don't get worked up over my kids. Boys will be boys are are bound to get hurt. And Miss Missy, well, she better not be a wuss.








But Saturday, was another story.

Sir-Talks-A-Lot had been sick most of last week. He had complaints of stomach pains, but nothing that indicated a virus, you know, no protruding fluids coming from either end of him. He had been sleeping a lot. Had cold symptoms, no big deal.


We were planning on taking a road trip to go to Hubs' cousin's birthday party so Hubs was about to cut the boy's hair. He had been fine, up playing and cleaning his room all morning.


He got up in the chair and a minute or so later I heard Hubs yell Sir-Talks-A-Lot's name. It was the tone of his voice and the bump I heard that sent me flying through the house with my feet barely touching the floor.


My baby was laying on the floor, unconscious. He had passed out and fell forward from the bar stool, hitting the top of his head on the floor.


He wasn't moving, and as Hubs and I both went to grab him off the floor he woke up and leaned in on me as he always does.


"Are you alright? Are you alright?" is all I could keep asking him.


"No." was his response and he lost consciousness again.


Terrified! I kept shaking him and slapping him and I could hear Hubs say several times, "Don't let him fall asleep!" as he dialed 911.


The emergency team arrived by the masses. There were 2 firetrucks, 2 police cars and 1 ambulance outside my house in a matter of minutes.


By the time they arrived, my baby was awake and talking to me. He sat up, I think afraid at the site of all the responders that were standing around him.

I got my first ride in an ambulance. Never expected my first time would be for one of my children.

They ran test, did a CT scan, EKG and blood work. Kids don't just pass out.

We were told that everything was normal, but there was a slight irregularity in the EKG. They wanna look more into his heart and have made him an appointment with a pediatric cardiologist.

Am I a bucket of nerves wondering what the heck could be wrong with my baby? YEAH! Am I glad that he is fine and back at school this week like nothing every happened? Double YEAH!

Kids are resilient and I'm not one to worry about their sniffles, scrapes and bumps, but THIS scare the BEJESUS outta me!

Snow day!

The winter storm of 2009 nine has hit and as I watch the news of all the ice storms and blizzards, I can't help but think about all the kids that are gonna miss a day of school and get to go out and play in the snow.

My kids got a snow day today. They're home snuggled in long pajamas, drinking hot cocoa and preparing for a day in the COLD.

Here are the pictures from my front door:

It's the south AMAZING???

What's the winter blizzard like for you?