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1970 something

Life was simple. My days revolved around paper dolls and Barbies, or an occasional game of Mystery Date with my sisters.  The sound of Donny Osmond singing “Puppy Love” was frequently heard coming from my bedroom. A poster of Leif Garrett hung prominently on my wall. Summer days were spent under the pine trees surrounding our North Georgia home. Pine straw houses were the location for many meals consisting of mud pies and mud soup. A stick became a spoon and rocks were decorations for a cake made of mud. If I sit very quietly and concentrate I can still smell the scent of the pines and the smell of the fresh earth on my hands. My bare feet feel the coolness of the dirt floor of my imaginary living room.
My siblings and I could often be found running an obstacle course designed by my brother. Being one of four children required me to play along so that we would have even teams. Oh, how I hated those things!! Chicken fights, playing in the water from the hose pipe when the summer heat became unbearable, and endless rides around the yard in the wheelbarrow were common activities in my southern childhood. A rare trip to the store for my mom became sock war time for us kids. She would barely get out the door before my brother would say, “Go get all your socks! Hurry up! I will set up the forts.” Dining room chairs became barricades to hide behind. The battles would last until we heard Mom’s car turn into our driveway the sound of which sent us on a mad scramble to set everything back in place before she could make it into the house.

Winter months found us on a blanket being pulled wildly through the house across the hardwood floors. There were the very rare snow filled days when we would scrape enough snow together to make a snowman even if he was only 1 foot tall and covered in pine needles. Of course we were always sporting those fashionable striped tube socks on our hands serving as mittens.

Many afternoons my sister and I would put on one of mom’s country music albums and skate through the house in our socks. If not skating we would probably be jumping on our parent’s bed while wearing every pair of pantyhose my mom owned on our heads. This instantaneously changed us from blonds to brunettes. I couldn’t count the number of times we fought over who had more pairs of pantyhose. I so wish more of those moments had been captured on film but sadly they only exist in our fragile memories.

A birthday party for one of my older siblings with music and dancing comes to mind. Back then nobody was excluded from the party because of age. Things were so innocent and fun. I remember slow dancing with a neighbor who was a family friend to the song “Let Her In” by John Travolta. Grease and Star Wars playing in the local movie theatre created a chance to sit beside a cute boy nervously hoping he liked you as much as you liked him. Sweaty palms, shaky hands. Making sure you positioned your hand so that he could easily take hold of it if he chose. So anxious about sitting with him that the movie passed without you really seeing it. Butterflies filling my stomach until I feared floating out of my seat and my heart pounded so hard I knew he could hear it.

Many times after seeing a movie with friends we would all walk over to the local pizza place. I can still remember the unique smell of a Pizzaville pizza. We would all pool our money and buy a pizza to share while we sat together talking and laughing.

The innocent days of the 70s left as I was transformed into a teen of the 80s. Cindi Lauper told me, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” Kenny Loggins encouraged me to be “Footloose”. Madonna and Prince told me lots of things I shouldn’t have heard and Kool and the Gang told me to “Celebrate”. I am sure some celebrated a little too much while others were too insecure and afraid of being hurt to let go and be footloose. I do wish that I had made more memories with my friends from high school.

Like the 70s, the 80s passed by as I transformed once again. This time taking me into adulthood. I graduated in 1984 and began life as a wife with responsibilities of a woman. There wasn’t internet or cell phones to keep me connected to my friends and I lost touch and didn’t see many friends for years. Who would have thought that after 25 years any one of us would still care about the other. After all we have spent many more years apart than together. I suppose that the bonds we shared were stronger than any of us imagined they could be. We are bound to each other by the commonality of our pasts. Old relationships are being renewed and strengthened. New friends have been grafted in through marriages and there are even budding friendships between our children.

Chattooga County, Georgia may not be good for much in most people’s eyes but it was in Chattooga’s lovely valley with hills on every side that I met the best friends anyone could dream of having. I had a childhood that most would say was ideal. My teen years were filled with more than my share of fun. The 90s found me becoming a mother for the first time and shortly after the new millinium I became a mother once again. Now the first decade of this century is almost finished and I find myself wondering what the next decade will bring. My prayer is that it will bring friendships closer, strengthen my family bonds, and bring overwhelming joy to our lives.


Monday All Day Long

Why is it that Mondays usually end up being the hardest day of the week? My Monday began at 3:00 a.m. I was awakened by the sound of G’s screams coming from the monitor. I jumped out of bed and sprinted through the house like a mad woman thinking that the worst thing possible was taking place in my son’s room. I opened the door to discover him lying in the floor where he had fallen out of the bed. I picked him up and climbed into his bed. I sent my poor husband to retrieve my pillows from our bedroom as I snuggled into bed between a monkey, a stuffed jalapeno and a snotty nosed little boy. I stayed there the rest of the night.
During school today I made Sweet G laugh so hard he peed his pants all because I was looking for a video on Teacher Tube. For some reason the name Teacher Tube struck him as hilarious!! I love to hear his giggles fill the air but don’t feel quite the same way about the loss of bladder function that come with them sometimes.
I did not eat anything until almost 4:00. I just got busy and forgot to eat which I really should do more often. And to finish my day off I spilled almost an entire Route 44 Dr. Pepper all over my shoes and into my husband’s man purse (work bag). Seriously, I had to ride all the way across town with one of my feet covered in cold and sticky Dr. Pepper. That was not a fun experience. Who needs 44 ounces of Dr. Pepper anyway? I must be crazy! I wonder how many calories is in 44 ounces of Dr. Pepper. I just looked it up and just for future reference it has 550 calories in it. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing that it ended up soaked into the carpet of Joey’s truck instead of stuck around my waistline. . . hummmm something to think about.

Not Me Monday

This blog event was started by McMama as a way for bloggers to fess up to all the unfortunate things that happen to them. Stop by her blog to see what everyone has not been doing this week. As for me I absolutely did not spray oven cleaner in my oven and leave it to do its magic only to return home to find that my teenage son came home from work and preheated the oven. Thank goodness that did not happen. I am much too smart to spray my oven and not leave a note for others in the house to see. I also was not the reason the oven needed to be cleaned in the first place. I did not overfill a cornbread pan and watch as it overflowed into the bottom of my oven. And it most certainly has not stayed that way for at least a month. I would never leave my oven with even one spot in it.
I also did not eat two cheddar cheese sandwiches one night at 11:00. I am much too health conscious to do anything like that. If anyone tells you they saw my husband buying hot fudge Sundays and apple pies at McDonalds late one night they have mistaken him for someone else. And if it was him he most certainly was not buying one of the Sundays and apple pies for me.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was started by McMama. You can stop by  her blog and find out she and a lot of other bloggers have NOT been doing this week. But first let me tell you all about the things that I have not been doing.

There is absolutely no way that I started my spring break off by “breaking” one of Sweet G’s vital pieces of therapy equipment. I would never take apart and clean something so expensive and important. I most certainly would NOT take it upon myself to make adjustments to the equipment in the process of cleaning it and I definitely did NOT break it while NOT doing those things. My precious husband (AKA Knight in Shining Armor) did NOT have to come to my rescue and retrieve the dislocated piece so that I could attempt to put everything back together. I most definitely did NOT spend most of the morning devoted to this one project because I have too many things to get accomplished this week to do that.

I did NOT put a hairband on my Sweet little boy to keep his “Who Hair” from tickling my nose when we snuggled on the sofa this afternoon.

We definitely have NOT lost my son’s walker in the past week. After all, in the words of a person who does not have a special needs child once asked me, “how do you loose a walker? Doesn’t he need that to walk?” If someone did take it to school because his wheelchair was left at therapy they would certainly remember to pick it up especially since the school will be locked for the rest of this week.

I definitely did NOT mistakenly think that my sons toenails were bruised from his AFOs and shoes being too tight when they were really dirty from crawling around in the floor. What kind of mother doesn’t have spotless floors?

My husband most certainly did NOT carry our 50 lb. son up the 107 steps in our town’s clocktower while on a field trip. Well, actually he did–and the fact that he is moving extra slowly the past few days is proof. He most certainly IS a great daddy!!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

  1. I did not have to move two clips and write two bad notes on my first day of solo teaching.
  2. I did not have a child throw a tantrum when they had to sit out for misbehaving.
  3. I did not have to have a conference with said child’s family after school.
  4. I did not buy my very own large pepperoni pizza after school.
  5. I most certainly did not eat half of the aforementioned pizza all by myself.
  6. I did not tell my sweet husband that I wanted and needed some quiet time to talk and be loved on.
  7. I did not fall asleep before my husband made it to bed.
  8. I certainly did not fall asleep before my child.
  9. I did not fail to read to my baby and kiss him goodnight. A good mother would never do that.
  10. And lastly I did not, would not say that I was ready to set the “mean girls” straight if they mess with me.

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I most certainly did not load my family into a van and a car and head directly out of our snow covered world into an even snowier world. We did not arrive in the mountains only to get within 3 miles of our cabin and have no way of getting to the top of the mountain. I most certainly did not sit in the parking lot of a convienience store for an hour waiting on a stranger to come to my rescue, eventually taking me and my family into a more dangerous situation. And if anyone tells you that they saw me sitting there puking into a ziplock baggie they have mistaken me for someone else.

I most certainly did not wake up in the middle of the night being puked on by my Sweet G and I didn’t get into the jaquzi tub at 4:00 am to clean us both up. I also did not play in the snow like a child with my childhood friends and their families. I did not throw any snowballs or pull my child around in the snow on an inflatable pool toy. My child did not lose a tooth sometime during the snow playing without my noticing. I am much too good a mommy to let that happen.

Just for the record, if anyone tells you they saw me dancing to 80’s tunes on a Wii they have confused me with someone else. I would NEVER do that! My friend didn’t drive a Lincoln Towncar up the side of the mountain on a dare, he did not drive it back down the mountain after snow began to fall, and he most certainly did not plow into a huge rock while trying to avoid hitting another friend and shooting his truck off the side of the mountain. That same friend did not get into the hot tub with his wife and another friend when it was so cold that ice formed in his hair. He is way too smart for that.

My husband did not spend the entire day sleeping because he caught what I didn’t have on the drive up. I did not use my disabled child to attempt to persuade my level headed friend to stay another day in what would most likely become an even more dangerous situation. Do not believe a word DSC tells you about that. We all know he stretches the truth. My husband and dear friend DSC did not ride in the back of a pickup truck down the mountain covered with icy roads. My husband did not go coatless during that trip and he would never, never expose his chest to the frigid weather to taunt my friend. I did not see an old man almost careen off the side of a cliff on a tractor while attempting to pull a woman out of the ditch. My nerves would not allow me to live through that.

I did not spend a wonderful weekend with my childhood friends and fellow classmates of the CHS class of 1984. I did not create an even deeper bond with them and I did not, would not cry like a baby on the way home because I miss them already. Well, actually I did. Pictures to come later.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not come home from school and pass out from exhaustion, leaving my precious teenager in charge of his brother for another two hours. I know it was not me who woke from the nap, cooked supper, made two days worth of lunches, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom, and bathed my son all before my husband came home from work (at almost 9:00). I have not done that much work in so long it makes me ashamed. I admit that I do rely on my sweet hubby way too much. Thank God for such a precious man.