Twisty and the Golden jerk come to town.

Let me just start by saying I just got back from running!!!!! I always wanted to say that. I started out running with the dog and Cole. We have a giant hill on our street that we were running towards. My neighbor Zak was out getting his garbage cans to the street. We ran by and I yelled look at us were running. As if I was a little kid trying to get someones attention. Maybe I have Daddy issues. Never thought about it. I'm kidding, the reason I yelled look at us were running is because I'm the one who always swore you would never see me running by unless it was from the popo.





My friends have been asking me to run since I moved here. I had a few responses for them. First was.....Have fun with that! Second was....Run by my house and wave cause I'll be in bed or watching TV. Last was....there is NO way in hell I'm running. Never say never, you'll end up chewing on that shit someday. I have learned this lesson many times over in my house. Isn't it funny how all those shit sayings people used to say to you end up being true. So after going through the Xmas pictures I decided to start running. Isn't it funny how you can get fat over night. You look at a picture of yourself and think is that really me? Hell yeah that is you!





I make fun of runners all the time. Remember the ones that brag all over facebook that they are running. I always wished they had a gag button I could push. I thought about hitting runners with paint balls as they ran by. Especially the really in shape ones. I'm kidding kind of, I did have those ugly thoughts but it was pure jealousy. You ever been talking to someone and their talking about running or something. As you listen you shake your head smile and think good for frickin you, you overachiever? Pure jealousy once again. That green eyed monster that comes out from time to time. Now look at me totally bragging about running, tooting my own horn. Kind of feels like eating shit.





So anyway Cole, the dog, and I headed up the hill. I had my earphones on blasting Katy perry radio on Pandora. At first I have this rush and I'm thinking in my head....yeah I'm running, I'm running!!!!! That is followed by a.....shit this is hard. Followed by a.....shit I've only gone a block. Followed by a .....holy frickin shit I need to walk. I will not stop though. I look over at Cole and see his mouth is moving, he then taps me on the side. I guess he was trying to tell me he needed to stop. I couldn't hear him because of the headphones. I stop, take off the headphone and say..... what's up buddy? He says...this hill is hard can we walk for a little bit. I say....Sure little buddy, I can keep going but I'll walk with you. Your laughing right now aren't you because I'm a total asshole.








So we walk for about a block. He taps me again and says....alright I'm ready to run. I say...It's no big deal we can walk. He is like....No I'm good. I say....you don't have to be embarrassed. He giggles and realizes I'm messing with him because I can't run. So we start to run again. Katy Perry's ET is blasting in my ears. It starts out alright again. I'm once again thinking....yeah I'm running. Followed by another....shit this is hard. Followed by thoughts of what if I pass out or have a heart attack. I'm with Cole that would terrify him. So the dog stops to pee thank God. We walk the rest of the way because the dog is tired and wants to sniff everything. So we walk back by our house. I want to drop the dog off plus the running made me feel like I have to pee.





Cole wants to stay home. I go back out by myself. I like to do these kinds of things by myself till I get the hang of it. Once I get good at it I will be asking my friends to run with me. They will say....wow you run good. I will say...I picked it right up no problem. This will be six months to a year when I get good! I get my music going again. It is amazing how some songs can pump you up. I try a different approach this time. I run for one block then I walk for two. This seems to work better for me. At one point while walking I think I may have been singing out loud. This is why I will be run-walking at night. I even caught myself slightly dancing to one song. Can you imagine what a jack-ass I looked like. As I run I picture the dimples on my ass running off my ass down my leg to the sidewalk. That is where they belong. I also picture all my un wanted belly fat melting away. I finally get home and I'm pretty wiped out, not pumped up like people tell you. I think I peed my pants a little bit on my run, well I know I did. I walk in my room change my pants and lift my shirt up to see if my belly looks smaller. I then get a mirror to check the dimples on my ass. I squeeze it together and yep there still there! Don't know what I was thinking as if this would all magically disappear after one run.

Kelly...aka...Twisted sister and Ella....aka....The golden Jerk come for a visit. This was two weeks ago. A little behind here on the blog. Here is Kelly. Poor thing she is still that "hey look at me girl".
She informs me she forgot her PJ's. She wants to borrow some. I come out laughing with these Kermit ones. I think she will be like hell no. She loves them I guess cause she is the "hey look at me girl". She learned everything from me. If your wondering what that is above her lip. It is a tampon. Do you get why I call her Twisty. Notice Aidan is looking at her as if she has three heads. Poor kids are going to need good therapy some day. You would think we grew up in a trailer but we didn't. We get a game of "just Dance" going right away. We are a tad bit competitive.
We ask Blake to play. This is pretty much what we got. Half ass hanging out. Whoever is on that phone is way more important than hanging with family. Love these teenage years.
Look there is another "hey look at me" family member. While trying to get awful pictures of Twisty dancing. Cole has to jump in front of the camera every time. Can't you just see the "hey look at me" coming out of his mouth. This only happens about ten times before I give up.
One of my BFF's from HS is here at the same time. Twisty and I are going to head out with her for a GNO. Otherwise known as girl's night out! Here Twisty and I are fighting to get the better angle for the camera. I'm trying to get her body to cover my fat. She is having no part of it. Nice rack on her I must say, so unfair!
Here Mary, Twisty, and I are all set to head out. We first head out to Jack Allen's for some dinner. Mary is that friend who attracts guys of all ages. So we have a half dead old guy talking to us. Think he can buy us a drink? Nope too busy flirting with Mary.

After dinner we head to the Nutty Brown. This is a great place to hang out that's only two blocks from the house. They have Karaoke on this night. Mary and I used to pop no dose, drink beer, and rock out at Karaoke back in our day. I remember the no dose would make my head itch. While at the Nutty Brown. My friend Mary keeps asking....what's this place? The Nutty Professor? I kept saying....THE NUTTY BROWN!

It's funny Mary and I picked up right where we left off. It's like no time has passed at all. I do get to see her every summer lately. We plan our trips home at the same time. Twisty talks us into some singing. They call us up. Now we are in a country bar full of hicks. There are two other girls in the bar besides the three of us. One girl is with a table of guys in a sweat shirt and jeans. The other girl is dressed in a red tutu, red tights, and a red sweater. She is dressed like my two year old niece. We think were going to rock the place. We are dressed up as if were going out downtown, totally overdressed for the place. All of the sudden Otis Redding comes on. Mary and I leave her high and dry. She sucks by the way. We stand back and act like we don't know her. We make friends with tutu girl.

So tutu girl tells us she is here every Thursday. We are about to get a round of drinks. We ask Tutu girl if she wants one. She says a vodka tonic. Mary and I head to bar. The bartender tells us Tutu girl can not handle her drinks. We say just fix her a fake drink like sprite and tonic with a lime. That way she will think she is drinking. So we laugh and I do feel bad. We kind of poke fun at Tutu girl and ask her if she likes her drink. Right back to mean girls in HS like we never left. She is like hell yeah. We laugh behind her back, not proud as I write this. But really, who dresses in a red Tutu and doesn't expect to get made fun of.

In the mean time we put in more music to sing. We do Katy Perry, and we suck. No love from the rednecks at all. You would think we would get some loving being the only overdressed girls in the bar. Not so much. We get our next round. There is a guy at the bar that we strike a conversation with. Turns out he was my brother Joe's....aka...Lost in translation's boss. Now my Bro lived with me last year for several months. He got a job at CVS when it was moving to Drip. He got let go after it opened. So we are half baked quizzing this guy about why he let Joe go. He tells me he cried when he had to let Joe go. Kelly...aka..Twisty who may be the negative Nelly of our group asks what he did to fuck up. He says....Nothing they just had to let people go after opening because they didn't need so many.

So what do we do??? When the bar closes way too early we ask Joe's X-boss to give Tutu girl a ride home. She told us she walks to the bar. We did not want to bothered taking her home. So he caves and takes her home. We head back to my house. We think we need one more drink, not so much. I find three half drank drinks the next morning.

Next day while taking pictures of Blake and Ella can't think that they don't look like siblings. We don't know how because we think they don't look like us. Somewhere down the line they look like someone in the family. They look more a like than my other two look like Blake.
We take Ella to lunch with the boys. Ziggy my dog loves her. I love Ziggy he is my favorite of these people. Probably cause he doesn't talk. Always happy to see me no matter which Kerry he gets.
So Kelly is a groupon addict. On Sunday she bought this groupon where we can make pottery. We leave Hub's with the kids and head off. We get to this place which is in the ghetto mind you. They are not only closed but they have a for lease sign on the door. Kelly...aka..Twisty not wanting to give up says they open in an hour. We head out to wait and stop by big lots. We decide after big lots in a bad hood to go to lunch downtown. We head out to lunch all the way I'm laughing at this groupon crazy girl. We meet a friend at Docs have a great lunch. He says his brother is downtown and we should meet him. We head downtown to meet him. We find ourselves in a bar where we feel old as shit. We leave after our first drink and head home.
On our way home we come across this! Really donut taco palace????? Donuts and taco are you for real???? Sounds weird right?????

xmas break

It's funny you work so hard to get all your Xmas decorations up. Then it just all flies by and you have to take it all down. No one in my house has any interest in decorating for Xmas. Which means its all on me. I have to make sure the house is filled with all the pretty decorations. This is not actually what I pictured when I day dreamed about having a family as a kid. I guess because they are all boys I can't really expect them to want to decorate. I think I was supposed to have at least one girl. Don't get me wrong I really wouldn't change a thing about my life. I just wish I would have tried for just one more kid when I was younger. That probably would have sent Hub's clear over the edge since our last one wasn't planned.
I get the house looking beautiful. Xmas break is way overrated if you ask me. I enjoy my free time when everyone is at school. No fights, odd smells, no one asking where their shit is and most important a very quite house. Just me and the dog for a few hours of bliss.
We spent most of the break sporting these footy pj's and playing just dance.
I'm still a sucker for a kid in footy pj's even if their a little old.
We all have fun in these crazy footies that we bought on clearance after Xmas.
Even the middle school boys have fun in them. This is because they are from the hey look at me generation of kids.
The dog is like a typical dog sleeping with everyone in house. I just smile when I see this. My parents never let us have a dog as kids. I crazy love having a dog and I love that he loves my boys so much.
Here he is sleeping with another one of these people I live with. I love that the dog thinks he is human. He gets in the bed, tucks himself under the covers and places his head on the pillow. Crazy right???

So anyway last night I blogged about my oldest trying his first drink. Thinking maybe I should not have put that out there. Not because I'm worried about people judging me. I'm too old to worry about that anymore. More because I don't want people to be afraid to let their kids hang out with him. I don't want people judging him. I wrote about this because if one parent reads it and talks about under age drinking to their child it could be a good thing. I have decided not to keep drinks in my house anymore. Better safe than sorry. If anything people should think I'm on top of this now. No one is going to get away with this at my house. I refuse to be a house where a kid can sneak a drink. I actually would have bet my house that my kid never tried a drink before I found those empties. Scary right? Never bet the farm on anything. It was only one drink, not excusing it at all. But I refuse to be snowed or out smarted by a 14 year old. He may hate me now but some day he will thank me. I hope! I truly have his best interest at heart. All I want for these people I live with is good health, happiness, and good wealth.

So today I found myself sucked into a show on show time called "shameless". In a strange way it made me feel better about myself. Things could be way worst. My kids got a dirt bike today. This will be another blog soon to come. By the way when I say my kids got a dirt bike I'm referring to Hub's too.

My thoughts are still heavy. Worried like crazy about my kids. I just want to do them right. I want them to make all the right choices in life. In a perfect world right? I wish us as Mom's had a pause button where we could escape and go to a spa to think, loose weight, think, get facials, think, and come up with the right answers. Pause time, nice thought right? My crazy neighbor nailed a frisbee to his fence that belongs to my kids. Pictures and bogging to come. Once again sorry for bad spelling and grammar.

Xmas in Dallas

We spent X-mas is Dallas with Hub's family. The only thing missing was my sweet niece. She had to spend X-mas with the other side of her family. Hopefully she will come for a visit to Austin soon. As you can see from the picture above my kids are those "hey look at me" kind of kids. I have no idea where they can possibly get this from. It can be most annoying. I'm used to being the center of attention. How dare they steal my thunder.
Christmas Eve is always a big night at their house. This time unfortunately MiMi was not feeling so great. Not to mention my brother in law ended up in the emergency room for his back. We made the best of it and got our cocktail on!
Blake tried like hell to annoy my sister in law.
Did I ever tell you I like the dog more than the people I live with most of the time!
Hey kid you just ain't that funny. I'm the funny one in this house even though you don't see that now.
Hub's got me a new camera for Xmas. I crazy love it. I don't know at all how much it can do. I have been trying to watch videos on you tube about it. I wish there was a hard drive we could plug in our ear and all the info would up load to the brain! It all overwhelmed me. Where is that damn easy button they advertise on the commercials?
On our way out we stopped by Frisco square to see all the Xmas lights. This makes me miss living in Frisco.

So today my head is heavy. I'm wondering why the years have gone so fast. I sound like one of my elderly relatives about now. I kind of hate that. Sometimes I feel like a 16 year old trapped in a 40 something year old body. Sitting here stressed wondering when my first born grew up. It's a scary thing when you watch your child's innocence slip away. I found out recently and I mean recently that my kid tried a drink. I have very mixed feeling about this. I was a kid once, I remember trying my first drink way too young. I guess I just thought I had raised somewhat perfect children and I didn't imagine myself dealing with this so fast. So my BFF from HS came for a visit last week. Let me tell you this took me right back to HS we took off as if no time was lost. That is one of the great things about people you truly connect with. I went to get us a drink from the outside fridge. I noticed three Mike's hard lemonades that someone had left here were empty in the fridge. One.....I would never drink that shit, two no adult would never put empties back in the fridge with the cap put back on. So I walk in with my tail between my legs two full drinks in my hand and the empties to show Hub's. I tell Hub's Blake is drinking. He walks upstairs to talk with Blake about this. He comes down and says Blake didn't drink them and goes to bed.

I may have believed this nonsense in my younger years but I'm old and I have seen too much. I call bullshit. So Blake comes down after Hub's goes to bed. I look at him and say.....you may have snowed your Dad but I know damn well you drank those lemonades. He gives me a half ass crossed smile and I see right through him. I tell him....I was a kid once (thinking much smarter than him, I would have got rid of those empties) I drank and did stuff I wasn't supposed to. I tell him if he tells me the truth I will not be mad at all. So he tells me him a few friends tried the Mikes hard lemonade. As much as I want to ring his neck I can't because I told him I wouldn't be mad if he told me the truth. Damn it I want to cry like a baby about now. This is my baby, my first born, I want everything to be perfect for him. I don't want him to want to try a drink. Since I said I would not be mad all I can do is question him and put my two cents in that he can probably doesn't give a shit about. I ask him if he felt anything like a buzz. He says No. I say then why would you try it. He says just curious. I tell him he needs to be careful because alcoholism runs in our family and I wouldn't want to see him get sucked into that. I have a flash back of my Mother telling me the same thing. When she would say things like that I would roll my eyes behind her and think she was clueless.

I remember my first drink. I was in my second year of hs. My friend Laura lived in an apartment building with her single mother and her older brother. I had no desire to drink. She said hey lets play quarters. I had no idea what quarters even was. Yet I found myself mid day shooting quarters and doing shots of whiskey. I barfed before my Dad even got there to pick me up. I remember waiting for him in her parking lot. I was kinda stumbling around waiting for him. I can't believe that he did not know I was drunk. I think my Dad and Mom were so innocent when they were young and got married right out of HS. They never would have imagined that I would drink at such a young age. I was drunk for sure. There were a handful of times when I was drunk and my parents had no clue.

My favorite story is when I was a junior. I had gone to a party where we were playing quarters. Someone drove me home, I think he was drunk, scary right! I remember barfing right before I got home. It was back when banana clips were in. I came in drunk off my ass. I crawled up the stairs. I had that banana clip and all my hair was hanging out of it. Mom and Dads room was at the top of the stairs. Dad comes out in his tightly whities. He asks what is wrong with me. I tell him I'm sick, I think I have the flue. I crawl, and I mean crawl to bathroom where I barf up whiskey. Dad stands over me....can't believe he can't smell the whiskey. He gets me to bed. I pass out. All the sudden he is in my room with a phone in his hand. He tells me my friends Dad is on the phone. He wants to know where his daughter is. I'm thinking shit....last I saw her she was shooting whiskey at the party. I have no idea what happened to her! So he gives me the phone back in the time where phones were connected to cords. I grab the phone and I'm talking into it upsides down. My Dad is like Kerry turn the phone over. I turn it over and remind my Dad that I'm sick. I don't know if my Dad ever knew I was drunk that night or if he decided not to deal with. I thought I got off Scott free for sure.

So anyway this is why my head is heavy. I know damn well that when I drank in my younger years I could not handle it. Here is the thing I was never a big drinker in those years. It was so few times that I can re count every time. What I think was when I had those few times I was way too young to handle it. It was never fun I always ended up sick. I'm not ready at all to deal with this as a parent. I'm at a loss here. I know some people reading this are judging me as a parent. But for those of you judging me think long and hard back to your youth. Were you the kid that never had a drink??? I'm sure that some of you may have been. But there are those that did have a drink. So my question is how do I do the right thing for my kid???? I'm being totally serious right now. I'm really wondering how to handle under age drinking. These people I live with are going to do me in for sure! I'm at that point where DRINKS can't be available in my house. Hello padded cell my name is Kerry! So sorry for bad spelling and bad grammar..... I think I can write but I re read and I want to die!

X-mas came and went lighting fast.

So Christmas came and went about as lighting fast as my sanity went. Two weeks of not getting out of my PJ's till an hour before Hub's gets home. Two weeks of looking rode hard and put away wet. Two weeks of fights, too many sleepovers to count(unfortunately most at my house), so many "it's not Fair" comments, "I'm bored" comments, dirty dishes, clean ups, laundry, and so on and so on!!!! The smell of axe, dirty feet, farts, burps, and smelly kids ran through my house. My TV and computer were totally taken over and I paced around the house like a crazy women thinking when will this end. I have night owls for kids, I can't tell you how many times I said....."Go the fuck to bed" under my breath. I pleaded with God please let them fall asleep so I can have the TV. I found myself up till two and three in the am trying to catch up on my shows. We have an upstairs media room with a large TV, don't know why everyone here fights for the main one. I know why I don't use it! It has no windows and no ventilation so someone could fart in there and it will last forever. Lets just say it smells like shit in there. I spent some of my time re-writing Xmas music to entertain myself. One day I think I posted six rewritten songs on here. Kelly...Aka...my Twisted sister called me one day. I said did you see my Xmas songs. Of course I was thinking they were funny as shit. She was like......yeah, your starting to sound a little crazy. I'm like.....but there funny right? She is like....yeah but enough is enough. So needless to say three that I thought were very funny never made the blog. Thanks for bursting my crazy bubble TWISTY!!!!!!

I started this Xmas tradition of making gingerbread houses. Damn my kids never seem to forget these X-mas traditions. So the day we are leaving for Dallas Aidan says....we have to do our gingerbread tradition. SHIT, I totally thought I was getting out of this. I say...can't we skip it this year????? Aidan's little smile turns into a frown and I head to HEB to get the overpriced kits. When I get to HEB they have the kits for 14 dollars each or they have the Santa sleigh ones that are also 14 but come with four sleighs. So I can waste 28 dollars and have to get two or I can waist 14. I grab the Santa sleighs. We are on a time crunch anyway. I get them home and they are happy with them. That is until they don't hold together perfectly. Damn it if we are not raising immediate gratification kids! Now their bitching I'm trying to pack while cussing under my breath the whole time. I hate to say I'm thinking Xmas is overrated. For weeks after Xmas I saw those damn kits on sale for 2.50. I would be lying if I said I didn't think about buying them so I could smash them! If I was smart I would have bought them all to get through the next few years of this madness I started.
Since we have moved away from any blood family we have to travel during the holidays. I want my kids to remember getting their Santa gifts under our tree. This causes me to get out of my normally "I'm the laziest parent I know stage" and think out of the box. I have to come up with a creative way to explain why Santa comes in the middle of the day instead of Xmas morning. Last year was the first year I did this and it worked like a charm. The reason Santa has to come during the day is because Hub's works until the day we leave for Dallas. If we did this the morning before we left that would mean our lazy asses would have to get up at six am with Hubs. I just can't do that. I would rather come up with a clever lie of why Santa comes mid day before we leave and get my sleep. So my kids actually spent the night at someones house the night before. BIG MISTAKE, they came home that morning and changed their Xmas list to something they saw over there. I'm a pleaser by nature, so I'm running around last minute trying to get more stuff. I know what your thinking!!!!!!! I'm crazy and I'm raising monsters that get everything they want. I know! No judging please, I judge myself way harder. Sorry to their future wife right now!

So anyway Hub's gets home around three. I tell him to take the kids with him to wash the car. While they do this I'm going to set up all the Santa stuff. He goes off with the two younger ones and my oldest and I set up all the Santa stuff. Hub's calls slightly before we are ready and says they are in driveway. My crazy pre-mental paused self goes into motion and I get on the phone and yell drive around the hood till I call....I'M NOT READY! So I finally call him and tell him it's safe to come home. The kids come in the kitchen and I tell them your never going to believe who was just here. They look at me a little strange and I say SANTA! I tell them that Santa stopped by because he knew we would not be here for Xmas! I also told them they he would fill their stocking in Dallas so they had something there Xmas morning. That is as long as the Dallas drive went smoothly. A little Santa scare never hurt anyone. They are super excited and I'm super worn out not to mention broke again! I see the sight of great boots on someone else in my head!
Of course the youngest is the most excited. Happy he got everything he wanted. He is not old enough to ask for stuff I can't afford. Love seeing his happy face even if it cost me great boots!
The oldest who has gotten everything he wanted since he was born was disappointed. Kid asks for expensive shit and I can not get it all. His biggest beef was he wanted to iPhone 4S. Since we were not up for a contract I refused to pay 600 dollars for one gift to make him happy. He got lots of clothes and expensive boots that he will most likely grow out of in six months. But he is not happy. I want to scream at him but it is Xmas. I try to reason with him about why he could not get the one and only gift he wanted. I tell him there are lots of things I want but can't get and it's a part of life. It's a hard thing not to be able to get your kids what they ask for. Paying 600 dollars for a phone is more than my first mortgage payment, showing my age about now! I'm proud of myself for not caving. He has enough money saved to get one. I refused to let him spend on that. I hope someday he will thank me. I'm doing this for your own good saying comes to mind. Mind you I always hated when my parents said that to me as kid!
Cole who is by far my wild card was really happy with everything he got. You never know what your going to get with him. He is my most passionate child for sure. We have had great Xmas's and tearful Xmas's with him. There was one Xmas I remember when he cried about everything his brothers got that he didn't even though he didn't ask for it. A typical middle child for sure. This Xmas I was smart and got doubles of almost everything! His big gift was the first generation iPad I have yet to tell him it's not the latest greatest one. The problem now is everyone in the house is trying to use it, including Hub's! Which makes this passionate boy very angry at times.
So anywho, we head to Dallas to Hub's family for Xmas. It's all of us the dog and the abercombie guy on the bag! Would it be bad if I said I wish he was my kid???? Earning my lots of modeling money!

More to come for sure. Can't believe how behind I am on this blog! I used to write in it every night as if it was a diary. I'm about behind on this as I am on my New Years resolutions. I can't believe I only have one post for January and it is the 25th! I haven't been in the mood to write lately. I feel I'm saying the same things over and it's boring. One thing I did over the break while my TV was hijacked was read all my past blogs. I can say many things about that. number one being HOLY SHIT, my grammar and spelling suck! Number two, I get why I have lost friends on Facebook....too much info for sure. Number three...I'm glad as ugly as this could be that I'm honest about how hard it is to be a parent. Four.... least but not last I'm so glad I wrote about it because there I so many things I forgot and laughed out loud at.

Anywho, or as spell check gets me Anyway on Feedjit. I kind of entertain myself with feedjit. I have said this before but feedjit tracts where your blogs readers come from. Now I know most of these feedjit's that land on my blog are thinking...this is not what I was looking for. But they amuse for sure. I would love to see their faces when they land here.

So my favorites this week are someone googled "what happens if I eat a booger?" this landed them on my blog! I wrote about one of my kids turning green if they ate a booger. This is where it took this person. Hoping that some poor kid doesn't think he is turning green from eating a booger. We all know we have all tried a booger in our lifetime. Most of us when we were seven...hopefully this is a seven year old googling this question!

Next favorite was someone "googled" S shaped poops. Brought them to my blog. I have not had many S shaped poops in my time but when I did I jumped for joy and called Twisty! I also blogged about it. Dr OZ has ruined us.

Next favorite was someone "googled" my ass looks like cauliflower" been there done that, never saw it but there is a fight about who made that comment!

My all time favorite is someone "googled" these people in my head are causing my to think bad thoughts! Oh "google" reader if you ever come across this blog again these people I live cause me think bad stuff too, you are not alone!

So more to come with these people I live with! Thinking there are crazy stories I have not blogged about yet! So sorry for miss spelling and bad grammar! Too much for me!

Is FB too much for kids????

Sitting here barely surviving the last the day of Christmas break. I find myself asking the question is Facebook too much for young kids. Yesterday we spent a great day with good friends. After we got home and got the kids in bed I spent my time watching a little shit TV. My favorite time of the night. I'm a night owl for sure. Around midnight I pull up Facebook. I find out on Facebook that my 14 year old has broken up with his "girlfriend". He at this time is over night at my friends house with a few boys. I see that she was posted the famous in a relationship to single status. It makes me sad because she is a very nice girl. I do think they are too young to be in relationship but what do I know right???? What made me more sad was the seventy something comments bashing my son for breaking up with her. Not to mention all the people who liked it when someone bashed him. Some of these bashers are frequent flyer's at my house. It took everything in me not to write a comment back. I'm a Mama bear for sure. I had to read things about my son that a Mother should never have to see. I find myself wondering why all these kids feel the need to put their two cents into something they have nothing to do with. I guess this is a new not so improved generation. So I'm reading things that I wouldn't even feel comfortable writing on here. Anyone who reads this blog knows this is bad because I have no filter. I turn it off and put Dr. Oz on. I find myself wanting to pull it back up and see what else is being said. So there I am again trying to talk myself off the ledge of insanity wanting to rip these kids a new one on Facebook. Thank God it was not a beer night for me I would be considered a loon for sure. I see that now my son has jumped into the shit talking! I call him right away to tell him to stop it. Turn off the computer again and go back to my favorite Dr. I'm dozing off while watching a show about people shooting themselves up with growth hormones that make you look younger....totally need to re watch that show.

All the sudden my doorbell rings at 1am. I freak out, run and get Hub's out of bed. If anyone is going to get killed at the door it's not going to be me. He goes to the door to find a ton of toilet paper, paper towels, and marshmallows all over the lawn and the driveway. My guess would be one of these "haters" decided to show Blake. Well Blake is overnight so guess who has to clean all this craziness up! I have to think to myself so much for this great guard dog we have. While the house was being rampaged he laid around watching shit TV with me. Didn't get up, didn't growl, didn't bark, didn't do shit! He is a slacker dog for sure! If he wasn't the best person slash dog in this house I would trade him in for sure. After this I'm pissed! Like really this was a 8th grade relationship where you can't even really date yet. Now I'm wide awake. I pull up Facebook again only to find comments where people want to beat my son up and one even said their going to lynch him. The girl he broke up with is even like leave him alone. Hello 8th grade...really???? What happens when he is in a real relationship that goes south! Will they hang him by his toenails????

I try to go to bed after this. Tossing and turning for at least a hour. Thinking to myself once again is Facebook too much for these kids to handle. I'm an adult and sometimes its too much for me. Can you imagine if you had no filter on Facebook????? How many times I have wanted to write barf, get a life, who frickin cares, shut the front door, or TMI on someones status! I'm sure as shit some people have stopped themselves from writing something like that on my status updates. If someone did that to me as much as I think I'm too old to care it would crush me. These kids have no filter they let whatever they are thinking out. What scares me is these kids are going to develop such thick skins that nothing is going to faze them. They are going to have awful relationships for sure! Almost like your Hollywood without the famous or the money for good therapy. These kids have been raised so different from us. There were no DVR's to fast forward through the shit we don't have time to watch, no computers that will give us any kind of info we can possibly "google", no Xbox live, no you win no matter what, no parents that are afraid to tell kids what their doing is not the right thing, and so on and so one! We are doing these kids wrong by not teaching them the ups and downs of life. We shelter them and make them believe life is perfect and everyone is a winner no matter what. Immediate gratification, don't get me started. We are not teaching our kids how to be present in life or how to communicate face to face with one another. My God they text each other while they sit next to each other. I am by no means slamming anyone I am as guilty as the next for this insanity.

So back to my story. I wake up at ten am....don't judge it's just me! As soon as I wake up I want to go down and pull up the post about my son. So what do I do???? Immediate gratification and pull up the post. I find myself once again writing a message to some teenager to leave my kid alone. I come off the ledge and delete it once again. I know I can't go to their level which I'm trying like hell not to teach my kid to do this. I turn off Facebook once again. I put some happy music on and dance around my kitchen like a crazy loon. I once heard if your feeling bad put some great music on and dance it out. It works for a while and then I find myself right back on Facebook checking out what kids are sayings about my baby. I see again that my baby has become apart of this shit talking! He is still not home. I want to strangle him at this point. He is writing things like...."I broke up with her". I call him to tell him no one needs to know who broke up with who, that is private and between you and her only! What he doesn't get is a girl can hold on to rejection into her 40's trust me on this. There was no Facebook to document my middle school or HS years but God help me if there was.

Later in the day after he is home I ban him from Facebook for a few weeks. A few hours later I get a text from my sister in law about a picture that is posted on my sons Facebook page. Someone is now posting pictures of a naked lady and tagging my kid in them. I pull up his Facebook once again and delete and report these pictures. I click on to this person and the only friend they have is my son. So someone created a Facebook page only to harass him. I'm pissed off once again being a Mama bear if you will. I would love to find out who is doing this and throw them under the bus for sure! Now asking myself once again is Facebook too much for kids to handle????? Ask yourself this question. If you saw some of the things that were posted about my son you would be shocked. Some of the things I saw my son post made me go through the roof! Lets put a stop to on line craziness! I only think if at that age I would have to read the horrible things that people wrote about me it would have broke me. It scares me that these kids spirits will be broken before they get out in the real world. Lets step up to the plate and not make broken people! Sorry for bad grammar or misspellings too tired to proof read!