I’d like to say I thought I wouldn’t have to write this post, but I’d be telling you all a whopper. My gut knew, but I knew it would have to go this way for me to be ok with what’s happened. So let me fill you in… Sunday night, Adopted Son called pleading with me to come and pick him up so he could go to school Monday. “You know...

This afternoon I sprung our dog, Pepper, from doggie jail. She not only does not have rabies, but she is now a legally registered citizen of Tulsa. Yippee. Since she was a stray that PDD coerced me into keeping, before today I had no idea how old she is. Well, thanks to her little trip to the dog pound, we now know (for sure) she is spayed, so no puppies in our...

In the continuing saga of Adopted Son, Thursday evening came and he called wanting me to come pick him up. I asked if his mom had shown up yet, and he said she hadn’t, but that she should be there in an hour or so. I told him I wasn’t coming to get him until I’d talked to his mother, so he said he’d call when she got in. He asked me if I still...

What’s the “okie-doke”, you ask? That disease we sometimes contract that tells us that what others require trumps what we require in any given situation. It’s that drive to keep your end of a bargain, no matter what, even in the face of the other party not keeping theirs, even when it starts costing you and yours dearly. It’s turning a...

Wednesday night, after all the dog and website drama here, Baby Sister came over to hang the curtains she’d made for my room and Second Son’s room, only to find we had the wrong length of rod for mine and Second Son’s she deemed too short (thanks to me trusting the contractor who told me that Second Son’s windows were the same height as the...

Tuesday, I got to school expecting to be teaching 8th grade and instead was asked to cover 6th grade math/reading classes. Aside from the fact that the 6th graders act like their parents feed them acid for breakfast, it was an ok day. But I came home to an email from a new web client telling me her site wouldn’t come up. The rest of the day/night was spent...

Yes, we all survived Spring Break, hallelujah! It was touch and go a couple of times, but we made it. No stretch of days seems to pass here lately without some serious life lessons involved. Life lesson realizations, more accurately. You know, when I made the decision to take Adopted Son in, I knew what I was up against bringing someone everyone else in the world...

A recent commenter on Another One Bites the Dust said: For parents, there are two most important things – money making and children…of course it is easier to say that we need to balance between the two…but how about the reality..? Lord knows I’ve screwed up countless times in this department as a parent. I may be more of an expert in what not...

At 3:45pm my phone rang. It was Adopted Son. “Mama! The judge said I HAVE to stay with you and go to school, or he’s sending me back to jail! Can I?” was his opening line. Relief doesn’t begin to describe how I felt just hearing his voice. I knew from Caller ID that he was at his mother’s place. I asked him when he got out. “I just...

Adopted Son achieved a small victory yesterday. He chose to keep his cool instead of giving in to the urge to beat the crap out of someone provoking him at school. Even after he got home, his contained rage was still palpable, so when I asked, “How was your day?” I was not surprised at the answer. I was surprised, however, when I asked what made him able...