Saturday, July 26, 2008

Threatening to Call the Cops on Your Baby Daddy

We have this running joke that because I have (3) children with (2) different fathers that when the kids are away visting their fathers I'll say something like "all my baby daddies". One of my baby daddies has been spotty at best. He has been in their lives about 75 - 80% of the time and they are teenagers now. Some years more than others, some years not at all, in the last year or so more than most. Recently Dallas got into trouble when he was supposed to be staying at a friend's house and I got a phone call at 5:30 am from the police department to come get my kid. They were with a couple older boys who got caught throwing eggs off an overpass. I initially kept this information from his dad because I knew in my heart that he would overkill his punishment. I am the first to admit I am totally wishy washy when it comes to punishing my kids. I pretty much never follow through ever. I dished out a 2 week in house grounding and confiskated his cell phone. He served every bit of that punishment 'cept the weekend of his brother's state baseball tournament and then, at the end, I let him off a couple days early for good behavior because he had watched his little brother a lot during his sentence. Now, maybe that may not have been every parent's approach but I did, for the first time, follow through with a punishment.

When I finally told his dad, he was pissed that I had excluded him but said what's done is done. I felt completely justified in excluding him by telling myself that if he doesn't take an active participation in the day to day raising of the boys, then he doesn't get to dictate to me their punishment.

After the grounding, Dallas and his friend were allowed by me and the other mother to hang out together again. Sadly before long, the friend had an intrical part in brewing a feud amongst Dallas and another friend. One thing led to another and there was a rumble scheduled at the mall parking lot - ala the greasers and the soches rumble in the park in The Outsiders. That excalated into a 30 year old wanting to kick Dallas' ass - WAY out of hand and Dallas called his dad scared. We were able to sit both families down - Dallas and the kid he fought - and work things out and come to an understanding, which unfortunately brought to light that Dallas' one friend was very much to blame for what led to the fight but then left Dallas holding the bag to be the one to actually be in the fight. At that time, Dallas' dad was adament about the fact that Dallas should not see this kid anymore the rest of the summer.

I tended to agree that they needed a break too. That break only lasted a few days. My cave call. The kid who seems to have trouble follow him every where he goes chilled things out with the other kids he started the brew haha with so then at least when Dallas has this kid over, tentions in the neighborhood aren't bubbling to rumble status again. They all can co- exist. I kinda get the feeling that with possible banning of hanging out with particular kids, it's becoming that Dallas is the only one this kid has left.

So, Dallas and this friend have pretty much been inseperable for a week or so, all still unbeknowst to his dad. Then I got busted. Twice in that week or so that ran into his dad's best friend and this guy passed along the information to Dallas' dad. Usually the disturbing and "gotcha sucker"information flows the other way since Dallas' dad's best friend is married to one of my best friends. Being the one busted was new territory for me. I tried to blow it off that it wasn't big deal and I was handling things by them being at our house rather than them being at the friend's house where I can't keep an eye on them. Dallas' dad thought that only proved more why they shouldn't be around each other. I tried to avoid it we dropped it for the time being.

Last night Brendon & Dallas were staying at their dad's and their dad and I happen to both be at our class reunion. The boys called their dad and asked if they could go to a movie with the said friend. He told them, "NO F'N WAY!" and then said to me that they must be out of their minds asking him that. He has basically dug his heels in and he is bound and determined to keep them away from each other.

Fast forward to early this evening, Dallas' dad stops by our house in not a good state of mind following a break up with his girlfriend. He had some clothes in his car and was looking for a place to stay - he just wanted to talk to the boys quick. I said they were at his parent's (the boys' grandparent's) with his brother and their cousin. I didn't see the need to mention that the said friend was also with them. Regardles, he left in bad state of mind.

Maybe an hour later I get a call from him, he was now at the grandparent's house as well and starts screaming to me about, "what the fuck, didn't you think I would stop over here? I thought we agreed he was not supposed to be with _ _ _ _ period! Knowing he'd likely been drinking and he was pissed off at his girlfriend, I wasn't going to get into it with him so I said, "I'm not even going to discuss this with you". He said something to the effect of "I'm getting 'em out of here, they will be at your house!" and hung up on me.

At first I did nothing then it hit me that in his state of mind he does not need to be driving any where with our kids in the car. I called over there and told his dad to tell him that if he takes the boys I am going to call the cops. A drastic move but again, considering he likely had been drinking and his state of mind after breaking up with his girlfriend, I couldn't let him take off with them in the car. The fact that he doesn't have a driver's license and doesn't need to get into anymore trouble himself, it stopped him in his tracks.

I started to fume at his arrogance that he can dictate to me what I can or cannot allow Dallas to do. His fixation about keeping Dallas from this kid was so over the top. I get why...to quote the Dukes of Hazzard theme song, he has "been in trouble with the law since the day he was born"...and he wants to keep Dallas from going down that path.

Let's just delve into that a little bit. The boys' dad spent a lot of his youth in trouble with the law. He, his brother, and a whole group of their friends were commonly known amongst local law enforcement as "the brat pack". Theft was the name of their game and he has (3) felony theft convictions on his record. One of the those convictions wasn't even one of his "jobs" but since this group of friends were so tight, rather than nark on his friend to get himself out of trouble, he took the blame. Sentenced to 10 years in prison, suspended to 10 years of probation, which he served 5 of before getting off early for good behavior. All of this happen before we got together and before we had our kids - well, his probation was lefted when our oldest was a baby.

So, after this proclamation this evening forcing my hand, I thought to myself. Damn him! Did anyone ban him from this group of friends after all the trouble they got into? NO! In fact, the friend he took the blame for on the one theft charge is his best friend to this day! It's not fair to impose this on Dallas when no one forced it on him!

All that criminal activity happened like 18-20 years ago and he is finding out how much it still very much follows him even now. Him and his friend are both having trouble finding good jobs because of their criminal records. They have families now, are going to school, getting degrees and no one will give them a chance. It sucks because they are trying to rebuild their lives and are hitting a brick wall. I'm sure that is hard to handle, embarrassing even. So, you see...that is EXACTLY why he has taken this stance with Dallas and his friend getting into trouble. He is learning the hard way how living a fast and loose, exciting, thrill-seeking life of testing the limits and seeing what you can get away with can ruin your future and he doesn't want that to happen to Dallas. I get that, and it's certainly not what I want either, but he is punishing Dallas for the crimes he has committed rather than ones Dallas may never commit himself.

I jumped in the car and drove over there. He was still there, talking to his dad and brother in the parking lot. I walked right passed him, staight to Dallas and said friend and I told them we'll work this out, that his dad it going overkill and we're going to talk to him, make him see that you guys made a mistake with the egg thing and you are sorry, you just want the same shot at remaining friends and his dad and his friends got. I told said friend that he needed to realize what this is costing Dallas for Dallas to still want to be his friend. That I think he is a good kid but the only way this appealing to Dallas' dad is going to work is if they both truly are sorry and are going to do better from now on.

From there we went to the parking lot to talk to his dad. I said all this stuff to him...that I get why he is trying to protect him but is going about it wrong, that no one kept him from his best friend with all the trouble that they got into and that's all these boys want is a chance to prove they are sorry and that they've learned from it and to still be friends. He got it - he agreed. He apoligzed to the friend for being so hard on him (apparently he had cornered him before I got there and laid into him about being a troublemaker). We both told the boys that ok we are putting our trust in them to do the right thing. Fun is fun but you can't continue to cross that line. I said to think of diappointing us in the same light they consider their friendship and not to let us down. I made sure to let Dallas know that I didn't like cutting his dad out of being able to parent him and to not let me regret going to bat for him.

We stuck around for another couple hours the younger boys and the fathers playing football, wrestling, having races around the building and when we got ready to leave baby daddy apologized to me as well. That's was amazing! All any parent can hope is that they've handled a situation correctly, in their child's best interest, and that it all turns out the best way possible. That will remain to be seen over time. Obviously I don't think Dallas will always be an angel now, I can only hope things will turn out the best possible way.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

At least someone appreciates them...

Last night Jace & I were lying in bed saying our good-nights (yes, I know I need to get him back in his own bed again) and, at one point, he was on his stomach facing away from me but reached out to touch me and said, "I love you mom". Well, since he wasn't looking were he was reaching, he actually put his hand on and kinda patted my boob. He moved his hand and I tried not to laugh but then he put it back on my boob, patted it again, and said, "I love your boobies mom". Like I said, at least someone appreciates them!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Twice Baked Tuna Casserole

Who doesn't like a good tuna casserole? This one looks especially good because there is not one pea in the recipe. That's MY kind of tuna casserole.

Twice Baked Tuna Casserole

2 packages Ramen noodles, any flavor, with seasoning packets
2 cans tuna, drained
1 cup cheese
1/2 chopped onion
1 cup crushed potato chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Cook noodles in water according to directions and drain. Season with 1 seasoning packet.

Mix tuna, cheese, onion and noodles together in a small casserole dish and bake 15 - 20 minutes.

Sprinkle chips over top and bake 15 minutes more.

Makes 2 - 4 servings.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Continued Self-Improvement

I once wrote about how I was trying to make a conscious effort when asked "how are you?" to not only respond with a "fine" or "not too bad" but also to inquire as to how that person is doing as well...give 'em a "blank blank...and how about you?".

I've noticed recently when asked a yes or no question that my response often is "yep". Even in professional situations. I've begun to think this is not only unprofessional but bordering on hick as well.

So, in the pursuit of continual self-improve, I have decided to now make a conscious effort to try to respond with a full, solid, affirmative "yes".

Ah, but only if "yes" if the appropriate response. I may have been known once in my life as a girl who never says no but I made that particular self-improvement a LONG time ago!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Hey Hawks Let's F I G H T..

I was at the chiropractor's today...one of my 3 visits a week still trying to recover from my car accident...and while I was hooked up to electro-therpy I heard the office staff and one of the doctor's talking about that rituals were performed in high school when girls made the squad. For example, one of the girls talking went to my school and she was saying how at our school, the current senior cheerleaders would kidnap the girls who made it at like 4:00 am, make them dress in all mis-matching, crazy clothing, crazier make-up and hair, take them out to breakfast looking like that, make them perform the try-out dance routine in public somewhere and then make them go to school all day like that.

The lady doctor said they weren't that bad at her school put one time they took them and made them do the school fight song routine in the principal's front yard early in the morning. That lead me to start reciting our school's fight song in my head. The girl that also went to my school stated that she still remembers the fight song and routine. She started performing it and I listened closely to see if she had in fact remembered all the words. After she was done and they were amazed she still knew it, she goes, "go ask Lori if she remembers it, she was a cheerleader too". Before the other girl even got half way too me I said, "I was following along in my head". They laughed.

So, in honor of that fight song, and the most appropriate fact that my 20 year class reunion is in two weeks...I bring you...in school colors no less...

The Prairie Fight Song

Come on boys, onward go, we will concur the foe with our team from Prairie High.

With our coach, team, spirit that's keen and our colors flying high.

We will fight 'til the finish, defeat or victory.

And give our hearts to F-I-G-H-T.

Hey...Hawks...let's...FIGHT...

Raise the score, hear them cheering for more,

As we win fame for Prairie High.

HOO-RA...HOO-RAY

Prairie Hawks will lead the way.

Come on boys, whatta say, we're gonna win today.

(start over again...)

Come on boys, onward go, we will concur the foe with our team from Prairie High.

With our coach, team, spirit that's keen and our colors flying high.

We will fight 'til the finish, defeat or victory.

And give our hearts to F-I-G-H-T.

(and so on and so on)

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Peach Treats

Thought we'd mix it up and go for a dessert recipe. Yes, you heard right...a dessert actually made with Ramen noodles.

Peach Treats

1 cup cream
1 small can peaches, drain and reserve juice
1/2 cup peach juice (from the can)
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 package Ramen noodles, any flavor, crushed (save seasoning packet for another use)
1/2 cup crushed frosted flakes

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

In a small casserole dish, mix cream, peaches, peach juice, and brown sugar.

Add crushed noodles, making sure they are completely covered by cream mixture.

Bake 5 minutes. Sprinkle frosted flakes over top and bake 5 minutes more.

Makes 2 servings.

Managing My Time

There is a railroad track very near my work and I can't begin to count how many times I've gotten stuck and that slow moving (if at all) sucker both on the way to and leaving work - and it's always when I'm already running late. It drives me crazy how long they hold up traffic. Don't they know people are late for work?! Anyway, this morning I was intitially agitated and irritated but then I decided to make good use of the time I'd be sitting there waiting, and waiting, and waiting. What did I do? Why I painted my nails of course!

I had just thrown the bottle of polish in my purse on the way out the door in order to touch up my toes as I am wearing sandals today. Before you get a mental picture...no, it was not my toes that I painted while waiting on the train - it was my fingernails. But I completed the last nail and was closing the bottle as the last car crossed the tracks. Perfect timing!

Hey - at least I didn't paint them while actually driving!! This way I also didn't take away from any of my many responsbilities to paint them sitting at my desk after I punched in. HA!

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Mutant Gene Discovered in California

I don't know if there are any current scientific studies going on regarding this or million dollar government grants to support it but I, myself, think there has to be a mutant gene rampant in California.

Case in point, look at the next three photos...


Same girl...different photos? Nope!

Girl #1 is Kristin from Laguna Beach, Seasons 1 & 2
Girl #2 is Chrissy from Laguna Beach, Season 4 - otherwise known as Newport Harbor
Girl #3 or Morgan from NBC's Baby Borrowers

Ahh...but all (3) are from California and look VERY, VERY, VERY much alike. It must be a mutant gene ! Or cloning!

(On a side note, anyone with teenagers should have them watch Baby Borrowers. They took (5) teenage couples and put them on a cul-de-sac, each having a home to maintain and they spend a few weeks - days at a time - working and caring for babies (under 1 year), toddlers, pre-teens, teenagers, and finally the elderly. This is a huge reality check for these couple who think they are ready for a family of their own and adult responsibility. It airs on NBC on Wednesday nights - encore of the pilot this coming Wednesday, July 9 - and you can also catch re-runs on the WE network - check your local listings.)

Friday, July 04, 2008

All-American Ramen

It struck me that I should have posted something more patriotic on the 4th of July rather than Chinese fair. I flipped through the book and low and behold...there it was...

All-American Ramen

2 packages ramen noodles, any flavor, with seasoning packets
1/4 cup chopped onion
4 hot dogs, sliced
1 cup grated cheddar cheese

Cook noodles in water according to package directions and drain. Add seasoning packets.

In a frying pan, saute onion and hot dogs together until heated through. Add hot dog mixture to noodles.

Add cheese and stir until melted.

Makes 2 - 4 servings.

(something tells me a little ketchup added to this one would be good too)

Egg Drop Soup

This used to be my favorite soup at my favorite Chinese restaurant until they changed the way they make it and it's soooo bland now I can't stand it. This seems worth of a shot.

Egg Drop Soup

2 cups water
2 eggs, beaten
1/4 cup diced onion
1/4 cup diced celery
1/4 cup diced green bell pepper
1 package chicken ramen noodles, with seasoning packet

In a saucepan, bring water to boiling and add seasoning packet, eggs, and vegetables.

Stir constantly until eggs look done. Simmer 5 minutes.

Add noodles and cook 3 - 5 minutes more, or until noodles or tender.

Makes 2 servings.

Cheeseburger Ramen (Review)

Ok- I finally tried the Cheeseburger Ramen and in my opinion it needed a little tweeking. The first thing I would do is NOT over cook the noodles - they were a little mushy. Then I did add some minched onion when I was browning the hamburger - that was a nice addition. The final tweek that made all the difference was that I mixed in some ketchup when I began eating. All in all, it was ok. I think I would have liked it more if I hadn't over cooked the noodles.

Cheeseburger Ramen

1/2 pound ground beef
1 package beef ramen noodles, with seasoning packet
1 cup grated chedder cheese
1 tomato, diced (optional and minus the salmonella)


In a frying pan, brown and drain ground beef. Season to taste with 1/2 the seasoning packet.

Cook noodles in water according to package directions and drain.

Add beef and cheese to noodles and stir until cheese is melted.

Add tomatoes, if desired.

Makes 2 servings.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Brats 'n' Noodles

In honor of summer and the ad campaign, "CHARLIE MURPHY'S COOKING JOHNSONVILLE BRATS!!!!"...(Who all remembers that one?)...I bring you...

Brats 'n' Noodles

2 packages ramen noodles, any flavor, with seasoning packets
4 bratwursts or cheddarwursts, sliced

Boil noodles and brats together. Drain and stir in seasoning packets.

Makes 2 - 4 servings.


Since I'm a person who likes my brats DONE - I probably would grill them then cut them up and add them to the already cooked noodles then stir in the seasoning packets. But that's just me.

Monday, June 30, 2008

x-rays are the window to the soul...

I've decided x-rays tell way more about you then you ever thought they could or would for that matter.

Case in point:

1) A few years back I was having some x-rays done on my bladder. I was really nervous all during the testing because I was extremely gasy that day. While I was laying on the table I kept trying to hold back anything from escaping - noticeably anyway. I totally squeaked (no pun intended) by the exam without embarrassing myself. I was in the clear. When the doctor and I were going over the x-rays, he points out all these black areas in my mid-section and calmly states, "this is all gas". Here I thought nobody would ever know. I was completely mortified!

Another case in point:

2) Today I was at the chiropractor's getting x-rays because I was in a car accident last week. As he is reviewing my x-rays and making all of his little marking on them, he calmly states, "it (the collision) didn't rock your IUD loose, so you are good there" . At first it didn't register what he had said, then I looked at the x-ray and sure enough there was my IUD glowing inside my uterus. Again, mortified!

Usually your choice of birth control is a private thing but not when x-rays are the window to the soul.

Mexican (Ramen) Casserole

Now this one sounds really good! Since my life seems to be fast food and pizza orders, I haven't tried any of these yet. Please let me know if you do and how they were.

Mexican Casserole

2 packages chicken mushroom ramen noodles, with seasoning packets
1 cup cubed Montery Jack cheese
1/2 cup diced green chiles
1/4 cup sliced black olives
1 cup sour cream
1 cup grated cheddar cheese
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
1/2 cup crushed corn chips

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

Cook noodles in water according to package directions; rinse with cold water. Combine noodles, seasoning packets, Montery Jack chesse, chiles, and olives. Stir in sour cream. Spoon noodle mixture into a greased casserole dish. Sprinke with remaining cheeses and chips. Bake 20 minutes, or until brown and bubbly.

Makes 2 - 4 servings.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

The Measure of a TEAM (tales from the state baseball tournament)

I was inspired to write this (below) this morning while still at the state baseball tournament when I was none too pleased with what I saw as a serious lack of support or empathy when an error was made that ended the game and the team's chances of moving on the championship bracket. The thing is the error probably would not have stopped the winning score anyway. The kid, even if he had scooped up the ball, would have had to have thrown home from 2nd when the winning run was already on his way there. None the less, the kid felt horrible! He cried, put his hat over his face, was the first out of the duggout and sat alone with his held hung down in shame. I only saw one kid, who isn't even a regular on the team, and only a couple parents other than his own tell him it was ok and it wasn't his fault. All the other players had scowls on their faces and never approached the kid who felt he'd ruined their season. That being said, I give you...

The Measure of a TEAM

The saying "there's no 'I' in TEAM" goes both ways.

No one player wins a game. No one player loses a game.

No one player is not without striking out. No one player is not without errors.

What's great is when no one player is not without heart.

A team that sticks together whether the smallest kid comes up short or the biggest hitter goes down swinging.

When it's "rally on 2, just like we always do".

When there's chatter in the outfield and cheers in the dugout.

When it's not only high fives and "hey kid, there you go".

But also a hand extended after loading the bases or missing a play.

Whether it ends the inning, ends the game, or ends the season.

When who's in the uniform is not just a player but a person.

When backing each other up happens on and off the field.

When it's not just about how much skill you have but how much character as well.

It's anybody's ballgame on any given day.

Any team can come back from behind.

Any team can have the most thrilling victories and yet the most heartbreaking losses.

It's a team with heart that knows that every player puts it all on the field.

It's the true measure of a TEAM who can leave it there.

Pizza Pasta (with Ramen)

Sooo...have ya been eating Cheeseburger Ramen all weekend?! How was it? I was at the state baseball tournament all weekend so I haven't been able to post a new recipe. But here you go...

Pizza Pasta

2 packages of ramen noodles, any flavor
2 to 3 cups spaghetti sauce
20 to 25 pepperoni slices, halved
3/4 cup chopped green bell pepper
1/2 cup grated cheddar cheese
1 cup grated mozzarella cheese

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Cook noodles in water according to package directions and drain. (Save seasoning packets for a future recipe or use.)

In a saucepan, combine sauce, pepperoni, pepper, and cheddar cheese.
Stir constantly until cheese is melted.

Place noodles in a lightly greased 8 x 8-inch pan. Pour sauce mixture over top. Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese. Bake 15 minutesm or until cheese is melted.

Makes 2 - 4 servings.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Ramen Chronicles

So, did you know there is a book out there called 101 Things to Do with Ramen Noodles? I saw this and had to see what it was all about. When it came I was surprised how well some of the recipes sounded. I haven't tried any yet but thought it would worthy of sharing (and gives me something to blog about). So, I'm starting the Ramen Chronicles and will post a different recipe every day (or so).

There are (8) categories: Soups, Salads, Beef, Chicken, Pork, Seafood, Family Favorites and Vegetarian.

I'm going to start of with the recipe that first got my attention. From the beef category:

Cheeseburger Ramen

1/2 pound ground beef
1 package beef ramen noodles, with seasoning packet
1 cup grated chedder cheese
1 tomato, diced (optional and minus the salmonella)

In a frying pan, brown and drain ground beef. Season to taste with 1/2 the seasoning packet.

Cook noodles in water according to package directions and drain. Add beef and cheese to noodles and stir until cheese is melted. Add tomatoes, if desired.

Makes 2 servings.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Young Life Cut WAY Too Short

So, I was going to post today another tale of the trying times in raising teenagers. I thought my world had been rocked at 5:30 am this morning with a ouspicious phone call (details to come) but it was rocked even harder about 9:00 am when I found out this young man (a co-worker until recently) had taken his own life. 20 years old and his life is over!

Look at him! A great looking guy with seemingly his whole life ahead of him. And he was THE SWEETEST guy too. He always had a smile on his face. And take a look at his obituary...at his accomplishments...National Honor Society, Secretary of State at Boys Nation, and 2005 Iowa Boys State Governor with American Legion. And a large family too - lots of siblings. How does all the things he had in his life become not enough to live for?!

And this girl (friend of the niece of a friend) who took her own life on Mother's Day this year.

A beautiful girl, just 15 years old. Distraught over a boyfriend or possible struggles with family. How is it that young people become to feel there is no hope? That things will never get better?

A good friend/former boyfriend of mine committed suicide 8 1/2 years ago and up until then I had always felt suicide was a selfish act. That the people who choose that particular way out don't think about those they leave behind. However, when it hit closer to home, I just felt such utter sadness at how hopeless my friend felt in his final moments. I feel that same sadness for these others as well.

In a way, at least with the teenagers, I have to wonder if suicide and death have become somewhat glamourized. I mean look at how everyone pours out their emotions and love when someone dies, especially if their death was tragic. I just wonder if, for some, this seems like a way to finally feel that people love them. And how tragic that it's too little too late!

Steve...that's his name. He lived for two days following the actual act. He was a registered organ donor. Who knows how many others will live now following his death. That is a gift...but oh my God...the price!

I've sent my condolences to the family expressing how absolutely heartbroken I am for them and for Steve. How sweet and kind I thought he was and how, although slightly shy, I believed him to be a gentlemen. That I am sorry for their loss and that I can only hope that Steve is at peace and that in time, the family will find peace as well.

Please include them your prayers! Thank you.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

What Do You Do When There Is Nothing You Can Do?

What do you do when your kid is hurting and there is nothing you can do to make it better?

You remember how in late elementary or middle school years when a group of kids all of a sudden turns on one kid from the group and no one will have anything to do with them but a week later everyone is friends again? Man, I do! I still remember this particular group of girls I lived by and rode the bus to and from school with. One time they turned on me and got everyone on the bus to turn on me too and no one would sit by or talk to me. They would, however, talk about me and I would sit there on the bus looking straight ahead, hearing their crap, wanting to cry, wanting to die. Oops - this isn't about me. Save that one for therapy.

My point is, this has been going on since the beginning of time. And boys are no different than girls. Apparently Dallas has had a falling out with one kid in the neighborhood and that kid sucessfully turned the other kids against Dallas. On top of that one of his good friends is in Alaska right now, another is grounded, and another is in Chicago. So, he has had no one to turn to until this all blows over.

To make matters worse, Brendon has been hanging out with a new group of kids so he isn't necessarily partaking in the shunning but is doing his own brand of shunning where these are "his" friends and he doesn't want his brother tagging along.

So, Dallas has spent the last week in the house all alone 'cept for a few times a day he goes out to shoot hoops alone. Brendon and his friends will show up, Dallas will get to hang out with them briefly and then they take off for another kid's house and Brendon tells Dallas he can't come. The look on his face all week has been breaking my heart! They'll all be playing basketball, I'll look out the window and see Brendon and the gang walking up the street and Dallas looks like he's been kicked in the gut. It's killing me.

So, today Brendon and the gang wanted to go to the mall and I said he couldn't go and I wouldn't give him any spending money unless he let Dallas go too. Yes, bribing him to include his brother. He wasn't going for it at first until I left the room saying, "fine, don't go then. You guys can sit around and twiddle your thumbs for all I care!" (I'm a master of snappy ultimatums.) Finally he caved but before I could tell Dallas he could go, they were half way up street, NOT waiting for him so he didn't go. He later said he would have looked stupid chasing after them and none of them probably wanted him there anyway. True, and again, the heartbreak was KILLING me!

So, I decided to try to talk to Dallas about what happened with the neighborhood kids and that he should just go over there and ask them to do something. At least then he would know for sure if they were still mad or whatever. Of course I got a lot of the "I don't knows" and that drives me absolutely crazy. Then I get mad and yell at him for not opening up to me. Handling it like a real pro. Anyway, he didn't want to go over there. I thought it was better than sitting around the house mooping for another week but he claims he hasn't been mooping. Whatever - denial ain't just a river in Africa. Honestly I think the reason he didn't want to go was the fear of rejection. I can't really blame him for that. What if he had gone over and they sent him away, banishing him?! How crushing!

I just have felt so bad for him. And I feel bad that I can't seem to do anything to help.

Ummm, over an hour ago...said kids called and asked him over. I said, "aawww you're all friends again. Are you all gonna kiss and make up?" He smilled and ran out the door! It's soooooooooo nice to see that smile again!

Friday, June 20, 2008

He's Got It Going On!

Not only can Jace spot a sexy gril but apparently they can spot him too.

We were at the pool yesterday and he was standing along a ledge in the kiddie end looking out onto the bigger pool and this little girl starts walking toward him. She probably was about 2 years old. When she gets closer to him, she held out her arm and her little fingers were forming a little "pincher". She waddled right up to Jace and grapped his butt! It was totally hilarious. Her mom went over to her and laughing I said, "ooh you better watch her". Also laughing, she said, "yeah, she's starting young".

Jace has got it going on! And he wan't even wearing his "Ladies Man" shirt!