I do NOT think so

Let me rant here.
I realize I live in the back woods of the world, but give me a freaking break.

The idiots who run our school system have asked for my kids SS number every single year they have been in school. That pisses e off enough.

My youngest is in the 11th grade this year.
Want to know what she came home with yesterday?
Let me tell you any way.

A A***** County Public School Registration form.
Let me point out, if you count Kindergarden this is her 12th year in their school system.

Want to know what information they want?
Well let me tell you anyway.

Her SS# as usual, but they have added a new twist to it.
They want her Birth Certificate Number... WTF? She is going to school not going under cover for Homeland Security.

They are NOT getting it.
Let the school wars begin. Mama Bear is pissed and there is NO WAY I am trusting these idiots with this information.

A Big People Dinner

Bill and I had a couple from our church over for dinner.
Since we are pretty new to the church, we really do not know the couple well.

Every thing went great. They were right on time. The food was good. The conversation was good. We even got to go across the street for the 3 year olds birthday and have some cake.

After cake we came back and settled in for some more conversation.
It was then that Libby decided to drop the F-Bomb in the middle of our talk.

This is Libby


Gwad I love that kid......LMAO
Dinner $35.00
Desert $25.00
Your kid letting your church know, what your really all about PRICELESS.

Yea, I all ready have the MOTY award, but I did go dust it off after that.

Because that is the answer I would have given...bawahahaha

Grandmas don't know everything


Little Tony was staying with his grandmother for a few days He'd
been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her, 'Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in the same room and one is on top of the other?'
She was a little taken back, but she decided to just tell him the
truth. 'It's called sexual intercourse, darling.' Little Tony
just said, 'Oh, OK,' and went back outside to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, 'Grandma, it
isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called Bunk Beds. And Jimmy's
Mom wants to talk to you.'

Mail Call or not

I live in a small town and for the most part, it's nice.
It does have a few bleeps. Mail is one of them.
When I first moved here they had no mail delivery at all. You had to get a PO Box. We did. In fact we got two. One for us. One for our company.
Every year the cost of the box got a little bit higher. People started complaining. Then we find out that if you can not get mail delivery, the Post Office must provide you with a PO Box. A small box. The kind of box that a standard envelope gets mangled in.
We opted to stay with our current larger boxes.
Over the years they started delivering to some parts and we fall in those parts.
Last year when the company box hit 70.00 Bill got pissed.
This year when it hit a 100.00 he really got pissed. So pissed in fact he built us a mail box.
This mail box.


As you can see the mail box is made out of stainless steel. Thought behind that was in case some punk tried to take out the mail box, the mail box would take the punk out instead.

On to the change of address.
Putting up the mail box has cause our mail to just about disappear. Well it's out there some where, just not in our box.
It seems our mail comes to our post office and they send it some where else to have a forwarding address put on it and then if we are lucky it gets sent back t our post office and then put on the truck to be delivered to us .......ugh.

My new theory is, if I don't get my bills I don't have to pay my bills. It's the little things that let me sleep at night.....lol

They're Dino shaped

Libby has a rule. She has to text me when she gets to school. Two days in a row she forgot. Two days of wondering if she had an accident on her way there was more then enough for me.

So last night during dinner, I told her if she forgets again she would lose the car for a day and she could take the bus.

The look of death, the eye roll and the "How long am I going to have to do this?" Would have been a whole lot more impressive had she not been pushing dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets around on her plate.

In fact it make her look like such a kid I added two weeks to the time frame :P......LMAO

No really it's a true story

I wanted some water. So I went to the cabinet to get a glass.
I decided there was no point in dirtying a glass I would just go upstairs, get my water bottle. I needed to get it filled any way.
Got half way up the stairs and decided, I might as well take up the clean close on my way.
So I went and got them. went up the stairs and started putting them away.
I opened the closet and noticed Bill had hung one of his shirts on my side
That caused me to take a good hard look at the closet, which I then had to over haul.
While I was in our room I figured I might as well give the bath room a once over.
After getting done with all of that. I grabbed the dirty laundry and carried them down the stairs. While by the washer I decided to start a load of wash.
Came back in to the kitchen and realized I had forgotten the water bottle
So back up the stairs for the bottle.

No one in this family can figure out how filling a water bottle made me tired

It's a milestone

Well it's official. My youngest is driving.
The milestone is as much mine as it is hers.
No more carting her around. No more phone calls "Mom can you come pick me up, I don't feel like walking. Mom can you drive Kyle home? Mom can you take us....?"
It's a bitter sweet one. We both have new freedom. Which is good.
It also means My youngest child is almost a full grown adult. It makes me wonder what life will be like when the day comes that she is moved out and living on her own.
Of course it has also cause it's own stress. Every time she gets behind the wheel I worry.
My new found faith does not stop that worry. My Pastor and his wife lost their son 2 years ago in a traffic accident. He was 19.
Sort of makes you wonder how any one who has been put threw that can have any faith, never mind faith as strong as theirs.
Well Tammy ( Pastors wife ) answered that question for me.
It all comes down to free will. If God stepped in and stopped all the bad from happening, then we wouldn't have free will. We would have his will.
There is God doing good. There is Satan doing evil.
Just like God will nudge you in the right direction. Satan will nudge you in the wrong direction.
So this is something I have to keep in mind. Believing will not keep my daughter safe. Praying will help, but it's no guarantee. I can only pray that she listens to the good nudges and not the bad ones. That the people on the road with her are doing the same.
I also made her the saying to hang on her mirror.
It says " Never drive faster than your Guardian Angel can fly" Just a quiet reminder.
So until I am use to this new way. Until I'm sure she can handle the traffic and these narrow bumpy roads, with ditches on the sides in stead of shoulders. I will be a little more distracted.I will spend a little more time watching the clock. I will be alot happier when she comes threw the door.

I own it, yet I don't

My lovely youngest child is entering the world of driving.
As we did with her older siblings, we are giving her a car.

In this case the best choice was our company owned vehicle.

So yesterday we bought back our car, from our company, so we could give it to our daughter.

I don't know about any one else, but to me this is wrong on "oh" so many levels.

Yet another good screwing from our lovely government. It just maybe time to send them some flowers :P