Hope Christmas 2011

Baby loves Pie!

Close minded

Today I had a run in with a very close minded person.  I cant remember to a time when I felt the way I did, when we started going back and forth over an issue.  It was weird. I almost felt above the whole dang argument. Then I realized the saying. "Never argue with an idiot, they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience." That pretty much sums it all up.  I was actually told to get out of the small town and experience the issue out in the real world and I would feel differently. WOW  I needed to get out! First I will never condone anyone being oppressed, made fun or called names simply because of what they look like or the situation they were born into. Second I think you need to experience the real world and open up your closed minded, homophobic, racist self. Halfway through I sat in silence while they tried to over talk and bully me into their idea of the truth. Whatever, I said. Lets just agree to disagree. I will let you learn the lesson for yourself. If you never change or learn you will be the one who missed out.

Oh yah! Well youre a.......noodle cookie!!

Around 4 today I was waiting on Carson to arrive from school. The phone rang and to my surprise it was my mom.  I could hear Carson crying in the back ground. UGH what now I thought.  Mom goes on to tell me that Carson got off the bus and ran to her house. She says hes hiding under my bed now, scared to tell you what he did.  He says hes is not coming home.
I am truly thinking the worst now.  Did he hit someone?  Did he cheat and get caught? What could be so bad that he felt I would be so mad that he couldnt come home?  My mind is flashing forward to Carson being 16 with keys in one hand and freedom in the other. Ok tell him to spit it out!  He cant hes hyperventilating. Just come in here.
I walk in the door Mom is shaking her head and trying not to smile.  She has a look of achievement on her face like she lured a cat down from a tree or hauled a baby out of a well.  Carson says my dad is going to be sooo mad at me...... I got a bus card.  Im still stuck on the "my dad" part.  It always shocks me when the kids are scared of Shaun. Whats to be scared of? Hes sooo easy going.  Hes sooo not the scary parent.  I guess they will learn that in their teenage years.  A bus card! What did you do to deserve a bus card?  I called a girl a nuuudl cuuukkee.  WHAT? An animal cookie?  Cannon chimes in NO MOM he said NOODLE COOKIE?
My parents loose it.  Everyone is laughing like a mental patients in the insane asylum.  Seriously? You called a girl a noodle cookie?  What does that even mean?  I dont know mom, but it must be bad because I got a card for it.  UGH! Needless to say my dad jumps on the bandwagon with that one.  Everyone was a noodle cookie around their house that night.
Later I shared how around 5 I told Mandy that i was going to stick a pector rector up
her E K Y. I didnt know what it meant or where I heard it but I knew one thing. It got everyone's attention. He laughed.
     #1 I couldn't make this stuff up.
     #2 Karma really does exist, and looks like an 8 year old boy.

Day 1.....again......3 years later.

Today I decided to dust off the blog. Up until about a year ago I was really good at posting on a regular basis. Life happened family time consumed me and my blog got shelved. :-)  I dont know why I did it but I had a moment and erased the whole thing. UGH i wish i wouldnt have done that. I so many times wish I could scroll back through the pages and read those posts. Oh well today is a new day and today and the start of my new...old blog.