Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Funny Story
my mom...oh my mom...she told me this funny story about herself. Yes, I did get permission to post it!
Friday, my mom was on her way home from work early to get ready for her 2nd night of anniversary celebration. 28 years! That morning she noticed that she had 14 miles til empty. She has one of those cool cars that tell you exactly how far you can go! Well she decided she could get to work, but she would have to stop on her way home.
Ha! My mom...she forgets a lot. Well Friday was no different. She was driving down I-30 and around Motley drive her car just turned off. :-) She still had pretty good speed and she could see a gas station at the next exit. She decided to try and coast. Well she did...most of the way. She pulled into the gas station and it had an ever so slight incline and her car stopped about 5-6 feet too short.
This is where my mom's brilliance comes in. "I'll just put the car in neutral and push it forward a little" she thought. I bet you can guess where this is going. Well she put it in neutral and started pushing. She drives a Ford Edge. It's heavy. The truck starts rolling back and she tries to run and jump into the drivers seat. What a sight to see.
That didn't work so great for her. The car knocked her on the ground and nearly ran over her. The tire grazed her thigh. She's lucky it didn't run over her leg.
Well that's not the end. Her car is still rolling and runs into this old little pickup truck, with an old man sitting inside. It obviously startled him. He gets out with a terrified look on his face and then my mom realizes he can't talk. He just had a tracheotomy. He had to write everything.
He hadn't seen anything prior to this, so my mom told him the story. His faced changed from being terrified to being horrifically concerned. He then pulled his car forward, since my mom's was out of gas, so they could survey the damage. Nothing really wrong with his car, but my mom had a dent so they decided to part their ways, but before doing so he wrote my mom a little note. "Remember, don't leave the car in neutral". HAHA!
But wait, there's more! Then a man pulls up in a little sports car to ask my mom is she is okay. She said she was and asked if he'd seen what happened. He said he was driving down the highway and saw the whole thing. He got off the next exit and turned around to make sure she was okay. This story just kept getting better and better as she told it! A man from the highway saw the whole thing and turned around :-). Can you imagine!
My mom was so embarrassed, she couldn't even tell my dad. She finally told him Saturday morning and then told me that afternoon! It made my weekend.
Friday, my mom was on her way home from work early to get ready for her 2nd night of anniversary celebration. 28 years! That morning she noticed that she had 14 miles til empty. She has one of those cool cars that tell you exactly how far you can go! Well she decided she could get to work, but she would have to stop on her way home.
Ha! My mom...she forgets a lot. Well Friday was no different. She was driving down I-30 and around Motley drive her car just turned off. :-) She still had pretty good speed and she could see a gas station at the next exit. She decided to try and coast. Well she did...most of the way. She pulled into the gas station and it had an ever so slight incline and her car stopped about 5-6 feet too short.
This is where my mom's brilliance comes in. "I'll just put the car in neutral and push it forward a little" she thought. I bet you can guess where this is going. Well she put it in neutral and started pushing. She drives a Ford Edge. It's heavy. The truck starts rolling back and she tries to run and jump into the drivers seat. What a sight to see.
That didn't work so great for her. The car knocked her on the ground and nearly ran over her. The tire grazed her thigh. She's lucky it didn't run over her leg.
Well that's not the end. Her car is still rolling and runs into this old little pickup truck, with an old man sitting inside. It obviously startled him. He gets out with a terrified look on his face and then my mom realizes he can't talk. He just had a tracheotomy. He had to write everything.
He hadn't seen anything prior to this, so my mom told him the story. His faced changed from being terrified to being horrifically concerned. He then pulled his car forward, since my mom's was out of gas, so they could survey the damage. Nothing really wrong with his car, but my mom had a dent so they decided to part their ways, but before doing so he wrote my mom a little note. "Remember, don't leave the car in neutral". HAHA!
But wait, there's more! Then a man pulls up in a little sports car to ask my mom is she is okay. She said she was and asked if he'd seen what happened. He said he was driving down the highway and saw the whole thing. He got off the next exit and turned around to make sure she was okay. This story just kept getting better and better as she told it! A man from the highway saw the whole thing and turned around :-). Can you imagine!
My mom was so embarrassed, she couldn't even tell my dad. She finally told him Saturday morning and then told me that afternoon! It made my weekend.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sleepovers
This Friday, May 22, I will be having a sleepover, at my house, with 4-6 5th & 6th grade girls. I'll let you know how it goes.
I don't remember the last time I had a sleepover. Junk food, healthy food?, doing nails, bible study, movies, girly talk! This could be interesting!
I don't remember the last time I had a sleepover. Junk food, healthy food?, doing nails, bible study, movies, girly talk! This could be interesting!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Babysitting
Wow. I haven't babysat for a couple years.
Saturday I babysat two little, adorable boys. Part of it made me not want to have kids, but then the other part made me realize how mother's get past the first part.
These boys were hilarious. My family and I could not stop laughing! I barely held my composure that night.
So the evening started at my parents house. We were going to dinner, but while we were waiting the boys played games on the xbox 360 while we waited for my dad to be done on the computer. The boys said a word that my mom describes as "weebles", but it sounded kind of like "weebos" to me. My mom asked what it meant and the 5 yr old said "it's the private parts of SOME boys have". My sister realized they were saying "Huevos" which in spanish evidently refers to male private parts. :-)
On the way to dinner the boys thought it would be great to play with some toothpicks. I soon realized this would end up in someone getting hurt. Little did I know that someone would be me. I told them to give me the toothpicks and they did. Only one of them ended up stuck in my hand. I pulled it out and quickly began to bleed. The 5 yr. old told me it would eventually stop bleeding. He had no sympathy. The 8 yr. old said "You should just stab him back. But, that would be venting." Then the 5 yr. old said "Yea. That would be venting your anger". LOL.
We went to Cristina's for dinner, but the 5 yr. old didn't agree to go there. He wanted to go to Pei Wei. He said he wanted egg soup. I discovered something new about my mother tonight. She is a big marshmallow. My mom decided it would be a good idea to go to Pei Wei and get him the soup he wanted and bring it back to Cristina's. Ha. He did say "thank you" and give her a hug, but it was soon followed by "you didn't get chopsticks?". He wanted to eat his soup with chopsticks :-).
I had the great idea to let him use two straws as chopsticks. Ha. It was hilarious. He eventually just started sucking it down.
We got through dinner all in one piece although the chips were all in pieces on the floor. On the way back from dinner someone let one loose. I thought it was one of the boys, but they blamed it on my dad. That's when I realized the true culprit...my mom. When I said it out loud, the boys both said "No, it was your dad. Mom's don't fart." I asked what mom's do if they don't fart and they said "they smack his butt". hahahahaha.
We got back to my parents house and the boys were playing xbox again. They were playing football and the 5 yr. old said "guess what? The indian redskins are winning. I mean the African redskins! OMG. I could not stop laughing. Where does he get this stuff!
We left when the 5 yr. old said "Can you get me some dessert". I knew it was time for bed. He was getting demanding.
Oh what a night!
Saturday I babysat two little, adorable boys. Part of it made me not want to have kids, but then the other part made me realize how mother's get past the first part.
These boys were hilarious. My family and I could not stop laughing! I barely held my composure that night.
So the evening started at my parents house. We were going to dinner, but while we were waiting the boys played games on the xbox 360 while we waited for my dad to be done on the computer. The boys said a word that my mom describes as "weebles", but it sounded kind of like "weebos" to me. My mom asked what it meant and the 5 yr old said "it's the private parts of SOME boys have". My sister realized they were saying "Huevos" which in spanish evidently refers to male private parts. :-)
On the way to dinner the boys thought it would be great to play with some toothpicks. I soon realized this would end up in someone getting hurt. Little did I know that someone would be me. I told them to give me the toothpicks and they did. Only one of them ended up stuck in my hand. I pulled it out and quickly began to bleed. The 5 yr. old told me it would eventually stop bleeding. He had no sympathy. The 8 yr. old said "You should just stab him back. But, that would be venting." Then the 5 yr. old said "Yea. That would be venting your anger". LOL.
We went to Cristina's for dinner, but the 5 yr. old didn't agree to go there. He wanted to go to Pei Wei. He said he wanted egg soup. I discovered something new about my mother tonight. She is a big marshmallow. My mom decided it would be a good idea to go to Pei Wei and get him the soup he wanted and bring it back to Cristina's. Ha. He did say "thank you" and give her a hug, but it was soon followed by "you didn't get chopsticks?". He wanted to eat his soup with chopsticks :-).
I had the great idea to let him use two straws as chopsticks. Ha. It was hilarious. He eventually just started sucking it down.
We got through dinner all in one piece although the chips were all in pieces on the floor. On the way back from dinner someone let one loose. I thought it was one of the boys, but they blamed it on my dad. That's when I realized the true culprit...my mom. When I said it out loud, the boys both said "No, it was your dad. Mom's don't fart." I asked what mom's do if they don't fart and they said "they smack his butt". hahahahaha.
We got back to my parents house and the boys were playing xbox again. They were playing football and the 5 yr. old said "guess what? The indian redskins are winning. I mean the African redskins! OMG. I could not stop laughing. Where does he get this stuff!
We left when the 5 yr. old said "Can you get me some dessert". I knew it was time for bed. He was getting demanding.
Oh what a night!
First step to true love
CPS picked us up one night, in the freezing cold. My sister was wearing a diaper and a think blanket. She had a bottle filled with whole milk that was half spoiled and clumpy. To this day she hates milk. I was wearing minimal clothing and hadn't eaten in a long time. It was dark and cold. We were on a street corner being used to make drivers feel sorry for us so that they would give my parents more money. If only they had known we would not benefit from any of it.
CPS took us to foster care. We had wonderful foster parents. Patient, loving, Christian foster parents. They were angels sent from God. I was 4 yrs old and my little baby sister was only 9 mos. old. I was psychologically confused. I was abandoned, abused, neglected, and hurting. I was acting out. I threw terrible tantrums.
One time I was so upset about something, my foster mom couldn't get me to calm down, and when she tried to hold me I kicked her and broke her toe. Patience. When most foster mother's would have given up she pushed through. She knew I needed stability. She was willing to pay the price for that.
My foster mom made all of our clothes. I had so many dresses and matching bows, socks, and shoes for every outfit. I had an outfit for every holiday and special occasion. We were spoiled.
My foster dad would play for hours with us. He would let the little girls crawl all over him and pull on his hair. He would play video games with us. He would play with us outside. He would curl our hair at night. He would take us to school. He would pick us up from school. Things that seem so basic, but things that we needed. Things that most people don't even think twice about, but things our birth parents did think twice about and didn't do.
We had another sister in foster care. Shannon. She was too cute. Her and my sister were about the same age and most of the time they looked like twins.
We had a dog named Red.
Foster care was a safe haven for my sister and I. A place where we experienced what love meant. The first place we felt safe to sleep at night and the first place we had consistent nutrition, clean clothes, and baths. It was a home. Maybe not permanent, but a home. A warm in the winter, cool in the summer home. A home where Christ was the center and it was evident in the love that poured out of my foster parents.
More to come....
CPS took us to foster care. We had wonderful foster parents. Patient, loving, Christian foster parents. They were angels sent from God. I was 4 yrs old and my little baby sister was only 9 mos. old. I was psychologically confused. I was abandoned, abused, neglected, and hurting. I was acting out. I threw terrible tantrums.
One time I was so upset about something, my foster mom couldn't get me to calm down, and when she tried to hold me I kicked her and broke her toe. Patience. When most foster mother's would have given up she pushed through. She knew I needed stability. She was willing to pay the price for that.
My foster mom made all of our clothes. I had so many dresses and matching bows, socks, and shoes for every outfit. I had an outfit for every holiday and special occasion. We were spoiled.
My foster dad would play for hours with us. He would let the little girls crawl all over him and pull on his hair. He would play video games with us. He would play with us outside. He would curl our hair at night. He would take us to school. He would pick us up from school. Things that seem so basic, but things that we needed. Things that most people don't even think twice about, but things our birth parents did think twice about and didn't do.
We had another sister in foster care. Shannon. She was too cute. Her and my sister were about the same age and most of the time they looked like twins.
We had a dog named Red.
Foster care was a safe haven for my sister and I. A place where we experienced what love meant. The first place we felt safe to sleep at night and the first place we had consistent nutrition, clean clothes, and baths. It was a home. Maybe not permanent, but a home. A warm in the winter, cool in the summer home. A home where Christ was the center and it was evident in the love that poured out of my foster parents.
More to come....
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
In the beginning...
I decided recently that I wanted to record my life story in some way. It's a pretty awesome story. Not b/c I'm awesome, but b/c GOD IS AWESOME! So, I decided my blog would be a nice place to store this story. It will take several posts, but eventually it will be out there for all the world to see!
Here it goes...
I'd like to say it all started with a man and a woman that fell madly in love got married and had two beautiful little girls, but that's not true. It really began with a man and a teenage girl. No love. Just lust.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that God decided to bring me into this world, but it wasn't this picture perfect family...at first.
My birth mom had me when she was 17. Shortly after, she became depressed, dropped out of school, and started drinking and doing drugs. Both of my birth parents dove deep into this lifestyle.
Miracle #1: This is just a story. Obviously not a memory. When I was 9 months old, my maternal grandfather was drunk and abusive. He decided it would be fun to drop a baby on her head. He dropped me onto a brick fireplace hearth. Broke my skull and put me in the hospital for a few days. No brain damage, although some might argue otherwise. God had a better plan for me.
I don't really remember a lot in those times so I will skip ahead 3.75 years. Welcome baby girl #2. Deeper into drugs and alcohol. No home. On the streets. Begging for money to buy drugs and alcohol. Using two little girls as leverage. Disgusting.
Thank you CPS for stepping in and protecting two innocent little girls. CPS gets a bad rap for things that happen in the foster care system. Let me just say, no government agency is perfect. It's not possible b/c humans are not perfect, but CPS caseworkers have a hard job. HARD. I know they do their best and I am forever grateful for what they do.
On to foster care for nearly two years....
Here it goes...
I'd like to say it all started with a man and a woman that fell madly in love got married and had two beautiful little girls, but that's not true. It really began with a man and a teenage girl. No love. Just lust.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful that God decided to bring me into this world, but it wasn't this picture perfect family...at first.
My birth mom had me when she was 17. Shortly after, she became depressed, dropped out of school, and started drinking and doing drugs. Both of my birth parents dove deep into this lifestyle.
Miracle #1: This is just a story. Obviously not a memory. When I was 9 months old, my maternal grandfather was drunk and abusive. He decided it would be fun to drop a baby on her head. He dropped me onto a brick fireplace hearth. Broke my skull and put me in the hospital for a few days. No brain damage, although some might argue otherwise. God had a better plan for me.
I don't really remember a lot in those times so I will skip ahead 3.75 years. Welcome baby girl #2. Deeper into drugs and alcohol. No home. On the streets. Begging for money to buy drugs and alcohol. Using two little girls as leverage. Disgusting.
Thank you CPS for stepping in and protecting two innocent little girls. CPS gets a bad rap for things that happen in the foster care system. Let me just say, no government agency is perfect. It's not possible b/c humans are not perfect, but CPS caseworkers have a hard job. HARD. I know they do their best and I am forever grateful for what they do.
On to foster care for nearly two years....
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
update on the job front
I didn't expect this to be so overwhelming. Overwhelming, but good. I know there is just an adjustment phase, but I wish it wasn't this long.
One of my clients yesterday yelled at me saying "I am disappointed in you Brittany. You have been working here 2 months and think you know everything" in response to me making sure he got checked in to the hospital. It took everything in me not to turn around and yell "NO, I don't. Actually it's quite the opposite. I feel like I know nothing".
It's true. I feel kind of like I'm "climbing up a waterfall". Interesting. I know it will all get better. I do feel like I am getting in the swing of things, but I just wish the adjustment was faster.
Anyway, I have lots of crazy stories, but I'll have to share those in another blog.
One of my clients yesterday yelled at me saying "I am disappointed in you Brittany. You have been working here 2 months and think you know everything" in response to me making sure he got checked in to the hospital. It took everything in me not to turn around and yell "NO, I don't. Actually it's quite the opposite. I feel like I know nothing".
It's true. I feel kind of like I'm "climbing up a waterfall". Interesting. I know it will all get better. I do feel like I am getting in the swing of things, but I just wish the adjustment was faster.
Anyway, I have lots of crazy stories, but I'll have to share those in another blog.
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