Things that a sorta kinda stranger says.....

You know that deep down you are a good person, friend, or even Mama. Well today I drove close to 100 miles to get a 22 rifle for C. He didn't know I was getting it for him...I wanted it to be a surprise. He uses it for the Hunter Safety Shooting Team that he's on (High School). And after I had filled out the paperwork on it (and found out that I had NOOOOOOOO felonies...LOL) his coach called me. And I told him that I was driving home from getting the gun. And I told him that when C saw it that the 1st thought he would have would be....there goes the truck I wanted :. And I told his coach that I would tell C (and it would be the truth) that I had NOT touched the money for the truck.

You see the money that I used for the rifle came from the same place that I got the money to buy him a bow two years ago....my side job of embroidery. While I was talking to his coach and said that about the truck....he said to me...you know...you're a good Mama. Those words are the BEST words that I've had said to me in a LONG time. I almost started to cry, due to the fact that one of the things that my ex said to me time and time again....besides he didn't want me and NO other man would either was that I was a bad mother. I smiled to myself and said....Thank you...I try. And he said to me....you know C is a GREAT kid...and he deserves it. To which I replied...you know....I agree with you. He IS and he DOES!

I wish I had a camera when C saw the gun. I had put it on his bed and didn't tell him anything. He was ALL smiles. And he came up behind me, rubbed my back (while I was hooping another embroidery job) and said....Thank you, Mama. I replied with you're welcome. And he grabbed that rifle and was looking it OVER!!!!!!!!!

His coach called before I had gotten back from taking K to her horse riding lessons, and I was talking to him, and he said is C around...I laughed and said he will be when I get home. So he and I talked until I got home and I handed C the phone and said....Mr. C is on the phone...so he talked to C. And when C got off the phone, I asked him what did the coach say....he grinned and replied with....Mr. C said...I told you I would get you that gun didn't I???? :))

After I dropped him off at his grandmothers, he kept hugging me and saying over and over....thank you....I love you. And you know what....the funny thing is...he would have hugged me over and over and said the same things WITHOUT the rifle.

I did say to him...C please don't EVER give up on me. It might take me a little bit to get you what you want...but I'll ALWAYS try to get it for you....just please don't EVER give up on me.

I learned a long time ago...that our children are gifts from God....they aren't ours....they are only on loan to us for a short time. And for us to do the best that we can with them. If nothing else I hope that both of mine learn that.

The GOOD Napkins....

I received this in my email and it made me stop and giggle.

My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake). One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar.

I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen?

Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for "special occasions" (her second mistake).

Now fast forward a few months.... It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.

When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with laughter.

Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a "special occasion" Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!!

My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter.

"But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!"

East Forsyth Hunter Safety Shooting Team

Here is C during a practice session.

Not much good comes out of work.....

but I had my review yesterday and I think it was a good one. Not as good as it should have been and I told them that too...LOL.

But I was told that I had to be the easiest person to do a review for, but yet the hardest too. Seems if you've been working for a place around..ohhh I dunno....almost 21 years they sorta kinda run out of weakness/improvement areas and goals for you....go figure :).

And best news of all...I got a raise :D :D :D

**Big Sigh**

I received a text message from Charles....seems he's going to be a grandfather. His daughter is 2.5 to 3 months. I feel so sorry for him. He's like a walking zombie. I sent him a message that said to PLEASE be calm. He said that he shocked all the family by remaining calm. He just doesn't know what do to. He told her that he would support her with whatever she decided to do.

WOW...I don't do this much...LOL

Man oh man! When it rains it POURS! The oldest is able to get his license. But hasn't due to the fact that his father won't talk to me about it or anything else for that matter.

So I took it upon myself to contact him and talk about the issue of getting insurance for C so he can drive. Well his father bought a truck about a year ago and C thinks of this truck as his. He LOVES that red FORD. While talking to his father I was informed that the "truck" was NOT C's, but that his father considered it "THEIR" (his and his wife) 3rd vehicle. I said to him....but C thinks of it as his. And I'm told once again, it's NOT it's THEIR 3rd vehicle, and that C won't be driving it all the time like he thinks he will be.

C came to me one day and said...Mama don't tell daddy but...Daddy says if you don't pay 1/2 the insurance I won't be allowed to drive my truck to your house. I just looked at C and said...didn't I tell you he would do this? So after the talk on the phone with his father and seeing that his father expects me to pay 1/2 the insurance on a truck that C won't be allowed to drive...I say NO. I'm NOT paying for the insurance on a truck that EVERYONE but C can drive. Now I get to go and find a vehicle that C and drive whenever, plus I get to pay for insurance too. But I look at it this way...at least C will have a car and will be able to get himself back and forth to school and maybe take his sister to school for me too.

And to think...I get to do it ALL over again in 3 years!