A hardened life of crime…

There is nothing worse than that feeling that follows after you’ve been victimized. I remember the first time my car was broken into, I felt just sick over it… Over the years we’ve had bike’s stolen, a car stereo stolen, money, etc- and that same feeling just comes and weighs heavy, lingering for days…

It’s awful…

A week ago, today, I was robbed…

All melodrama aside, I wasn’t left with any feeling other than eye rolling and annoyance.

Genny stole my iPod.

Her plan had been, from what I gather, to take it to youth group and loan to a friend. I believe her goal had also been to impress middle school boy, (you must remember him, from this post)…

Oye…

Her evil father thwarted said plain, and her mission was abandoned- justifiably being replaced with her first stern grounding ever. See, she’s been grounded before, and we’ve forgotten, wanted to do something that her grounding could interfere with, or felt guilty over denying her childhood privileges  decided together to let her off early due to good behavior. Or, well, perhaps the promise of good behavior… Ok, fine- the dream of it…

But not this time. This time she just lost. Lost out on birthday parties, a sleep over, friend’s recitals, trips to the movies and mall… It’s been ugly. She’s yet to really learn anything from this grounding, other than the very obvious facts that we are stupid, mean and hate her…

but I am hopeful this won’t always be the case- and I’m thinking that I might even be able to prove my case.

Evidence #1} Genny has always been quick to steal things like gum, candy, etc. Punishment has ALWAYS been a grounding (or other non-committal consequence) to the tune of what I’ve already described…

Thus creating:

Evidence #2} the entitlement, in Genny, to take MY iPod and loan it out, lie about and otherwise believe there is nothing wrong with these actions…

I mean, surely something good will come of this, right???

(because, 1 week into this and I am starting to question which one of us is grounded- thus probably explaining why this plan never really worked out before… ) 

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Confession: I am driving myself crazy…

I have been avoiding this post, like the plague… 
Anyone who truly knows me has likely heard my deep, irrational fear about this coming birthday. 
It’s stupid. It’s ridiculous. It is lame and pathetic. Ten years ago, it sent me into a nose dive of panic. Here we are, on the very near eve of it and I feel a little bit numb. 
You see, when I was but a wee teen I had a dream where three things occurred… 
1) I learned that I wouldn’t be able to have a baby and I would end up parenting older, broken children. 
2) I would marry young but we’d divorce. 
3) I would die when I was 35. 
It had been a nap, and I had woken in a panic. At the time I was living in a group home and my foster mom assured me that #1 was simply a result of that current situation. (group home, etc.) 
But it sparked something in me. I had recently ended the relationship which could have culminated to my first true love, and I panicked. I was almost seventeen… What if it was all true? I pushed myself harder, to graduate early and I (embarrassed to admit) went about searching for someone to marry me and father a child. My life’s mission was about proving my silly sixteen year old day mare wrong… 
I met Chw, and we married. Six miscarriages came before our divorce, which was followed a year later by my hysterectomy, at 24. 
Creepy, right? 
Granted, we remarried… And truly, I wouldn’t trade my three kids for a million babies… 
but… 
Well… 
In 20 days I turn 35, and I am sick over it. 
For my birthday, I just want it to not be anything other than an irrational fear. Nothing other than some silly thing I’ve worried about- like nightmares where we show up on test day in our underwear… 
I want it to be untrue… 
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They just wanna…

Having a tween girl is pretty much like being on one of those truly horrifying, sometimes comical scary amusement rides. There are things that she does which remind me so fondly of school girl crushes, the vitality of flavored lip gloss, and those carefree friendship moments. At other times though, moments are down right frightening. I distinctly remember the day that I realized little boys weren’t looking at Genny as their tomboy playmate as much as actually looking at her. The first time that a boy, several years her senior, struck up a flirty conversation with her we were at the public pool. While her physical development is a bit ahead of her age, I got the impression that as long as she gave him attention he didn’t care that she was only eleven. Of course, i broke up their dialogue very quickly, only to be frustrated with her complete oblivion to the details of his interest. What if I hadn’t been there? 

In fact, I’ve started dreaming of these things… Bad dreams… 
And then I wake up and she’s sweet and childlike, in her cozy pajamas and I feel complete relief. 
Most mornings… 
Some mornings, her pajamas are less juvenile and her curves are evident. She may be reaching for a bottle of syrup to lather her pancakes in, or something else normally simple- but I notice her and I cringe.

According to my husband, over the past few months I have conveyed to him that growing up is so tough for girls. And though I stand by my words, I’m starting to wonder if it isn’t just a little big harder on us moms… While it’s tough for them, it’s at least a little bit magical too… But us, we know what lies ahead…

Last year, Gen developed a crush (one of many current loves, I assure you) on a boy we see quite often. They are friends, which is sometimes a help and other times a hindrance. At this point, they know each other fairly well. He has done stupid, middle school, boy things which annoyed her- though her affections never wavered. And then, then he committed the ultimate crime: He told Genny that Justin Beiber was gay.

*Gasp*

Of course, pretty much every boy in this age range has uttered these same words, to get to a girl. This boys motives were no different. The odd thing was that Genny’s forgiveness did not come.
And it did not come…
And, at a point when we began to wonder how much this pop icon could honestly mean to her that, weeks later, she is still intensely bitter against- the playing field changed.

It changed in the form of my good friend’s son, who is in high school, and who also holds a highly esteemed position within Genny’s affections. High School boy told Genny, as she was pleading her case, that he too thought Justin Beiber was gay. The atmosphere froze as adults within earshot moved not at all, for fear of the natural disaster which could come next.

But nothing happened. She didn’t bat an eye. She accepted that High School boy could think that and even later reasoned, to me, that it’s likely that boys everywhere were merely jealous of all of the success and attention that JB receives.

And then it happened…
The very thing she had not even realized before that moment- that she was angry at, and hurt by, middle school boy because he likes her very good friend.

I knew we were entering uncharted mother/daughter territory. How do I instill in her, at 11, how not to be obsessive and jealous. How do I encourage self esteem and self confidence? The pressure set in and I knew I was in trouble…

Then she shared with me, tearfully and wrought with as much emotion as her sweet little face could possibly contain, that she knew he liked said friend, because he shared mnm’s with her on Valentines day.

Why wouldn’t he want to share with me? (ignoring the fact that she hates mnm’s…)

And all of this comes about a week after I overheard her telling said friend that she has fat thighs.

Oh man, I am not ready for this… Am i the only tween mom who feels like everything I say or do is just going to mess it up?

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A gift, A thank you and a shoutout…

Amidst the complete craziness of last week I was given the Stylish Blogger Award. How incredibly cool is that? Let me tell you, aside from Colin winning his little award- (*swoon*) this was a highlight in my otherwise grim week! 30ish Mama gifted me this fantastic little bit of bling, and as I understand it, it’s now my turn to pass the bling along…
She is just the sweetest! Thanks, girl, so much!

Now here are the responsibilities that go along with being a reigning Stylish Blogger:
1.  Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
2.  Share 7 things about yourself.
3.  Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers, or less, its up to you.
4.  Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.
My Seven things
1} I am a flexitarian, which arguably could mean I am a normal eater, however for me it means that I am primarily a prescitarian (vegetarian who eats fish) who rarely eats meat. The reason for this is because I love a great streak, about once or twice a year, AND bacon is quite fantastic… 
2} I try to go to the movies at least once a week. Every once in awhile a week passes without the opportunity but I decided a long time ago that I love the movies, it’s good “me” time, and so it’s a goal… 
3} I LOVE lemon… The smell. I love lemon desserts. Lemon cake is my favorite! 
4} I’ve been thinking a lot about going back to school because, even though I write professionally, I worry about what I would do if something happened to my husband. 
5} I love the ocean. Rain or shine, a quiet beach is my favorite place on the planet. 
6} I am getting my passport this year… I have European dreams. 
7} I have a bit of a crush on Javier Bardem. The morning after the Oscars my daughter asked me if he was the fat one, in the white suit, who was really old. Sad. 
As for my recently discovered, favorite stylish bloggers: 
Our Imperfect Life
three65create

the chuppies
melody mae
Always Carried Away
strawberry freckles






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