Just gonna preface this post with this: the 14 yr. old has her period-read with caution.
Ok, just got screamed at for typing the word period so, her visit from "Auntie Flow" maybe? Nope. Now theres screaming. Uh-and a door slamming off in the distance too. My day is complete.
so here we go.....
Morning was good. I woke up first. Edd had a full day at school and then work ystdy & worked on the henhouse late sooo.. I decided to shut off the alarm and let him sleep awhile longer. I let the dogs out and grabbed a cup of coffee and went out to check the babies. Everyone was peeping and cooing, ready for breakfast. Now we keep feed available at all times to them but being organically fed and free range we like to supplement their diets with additional grains and fruits as a treat and to enhance the flavor of the eggs and meat produced. today it was blueberries and greek yogurt. Chickens LOVE yogurt. not many people know this but mine have always preferred greek brands like CHOBANI .I think it's the denser curd. The active yeasts are good for their digestion too. The entire yard was quiet except for their gentle sound. I stood there watching them and felt my Grandfathers hand upon my shoulder. I know he would be proud, this was his world. One that he shared with me as a child before Cancer stole him from me too young.He was full blood Cherokee Indian from Kentucky and the land was his first true love-my Grandmother his second. Rot Gut Whiskey his 3rd-thus, the cancer.I digress.
Moving along, I awoke hubby who showered, shaved, dressed, grabbed bowl of REESES PUFFS cereal (his fave), coffee and hit the road to work. So far so good. Right there-a big red warning flag-should have sprung up in front of me,"REMEMBER DUCKIE" it should have read. But alas it did not, so blindly I went about my day. Next stop was the ortho @ Flagler Hospital. This is where the day got peculier-er and peculier-er . ortho had no record of my appointment even though I had called to verify at 9am?? hmm? okay, can I reschedule they ask? Suuure,no inconvenience there. homeward I bound. Home calls:can we come into town later to chill with friends?Me:sure if chores are done Home:sure-deal is made I hang up marveling at how smoothly that went.RED FLAG #2.
Enter:
the aforemention 14 yr olds*hushed typing* period! for the next 4 hrs, I was:(in 1 breath)
theworstmothereveryourruiningmylifeiwishyouweredeadwhydoyouhatemenoonecareswhatiwantbitch.
yes she said bitch. Ballsy kid. those of you who know me, know what that means. She lives still. No really she does. But she has new perspective.Not because I beat her cross-eyed(billy I know you were thinking it) but we had a very long discussion.She's taking alot of heat from her "townie" friends who think us folks here in Flagler are "sister boning,hills have eyes freaks" and people who live in trailers are poor trash. Well , future blogs will cover how this gets handled. And it will be handled. Today was about reminding my daughter that we live here by CHOICE to provide her with the higher moral fiber and cleaner more organic life we have always strived towards. That I CHOSE this place above many others because of its POTENTIAL, that we recycle because it's the right thing to do-not just because we are thrifty,that we don't care about the opinions of small minded people because,because, oh yeah! cuz all her slutty lil friends parents smoke dope and cheat on each other and live false lives that seem all perfect and neat on the outside but get really really nasty on the inside andbesides sweetie their all gonna be pregnant by 10th grade and get fat and have cellulite and 3 chins and snot nosed kids just as ignorant as they are anyway, and those small minds are never gonna grow and we dont believe in wastefulness. thats it. EXACTLY what I told her. It's the truth.Her 14 yr old friends cut themselves and sleep around and have the worst self esteem. Not my kids. My kids come to me and talk about EVERYTHING.Theres no fear of judgement. They don't binge/purge, or cut,or self medicate. So ya know what? My way isthe right way. For us anyway, it's working.Everyone who knows my kids can say it's working. Tmrw they could become ax-wielding serial killers, but today they are well adjusted. Til I whack another duckie anyways,geez!
Sooooo...balance in Universe restored,super hero cape ironed and safely repacked in my mock CHANNEL wallet(I said mock) we pick up hubby. Who agrees a lil trash pickin is in order for some coop rebuilds we have planned. As we cruise the south of St Augustine like dingos lookin for babies, we spot a rather well built man in his late 40's sporting some tight lil running shorts and a tank tp carrying a rather tasty morsel of a book shelf to the curb. I slow and drift lazily to stop a few feet away and ask ,"HEY! you got WOOD"? now mind u , my windows are tinted, family is hidden and his entire family including mother in law is in the yard. He stops, Incredulous look on is reddining face and says,"umm do I have.. WOOD"? I point to his bookshelf - at groin level-and say," yes-can I have it"? he stumbles, stammers gets it and says o,"oh yeah, yeah sure take it." drops it and runs back to garage. Now I didn't get it! so Edd walks over to get bookshelf and say ,"damn baby-you just asked that man if he had wood!" STILL didn't get it-sometimes I am so literal, that I am S.L.O.W ok? so my 10 yr old says,"ya know MOM, WOOD-geez"! I GOT IT! wow....my embarassment spread across my face faster than the shame of my first sexual encounter! Edd's laughing, kids ar ALL laughing,, guys family is staring at me like some kind of Drive By Homewrecker/molester. Wood secured we drive home. laughing still. Laughter is the best medicine. Layla will survive these yrs of angst and peer pressure&continue to make me proud.not by what she does, but by what she doesn't do. She's on solid ground. I'll catch her when she stumbles, help her stand straighter and find her footing. Oh, and bury the bodies. but, thats another blog altogether....
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