It has been since the first of June since I have spoken, truly spoken to the Son. He still refuses to speak to me as I will not apologize for "fucking him over". I really don't see defending myself and telling the truth as such but there you are. I miss him desperately. I want nothing for the best for him. He has texted twice for money which I gave him and that may have been wrong but I did.
I spoke to his recruiter who has kept in touch with him and the Son did attend orientation and according to the recruiter, is planning on moving to the dormitory/apartment at the end of the month. He spoke with the Son earlier on the day I called so that is some good news. I texted the Son about what day he was planning on moving and he said he didn't know. I told him I wanted to send him some money for sheets, etc. and to tell him about the items in storage for his move but he didn't text back. I hate this and I am hoping eventually he grows up but what if he doesn't? What if this is never straightened out? I don't like not speaking with the Son or what is going on in his life. Although "ignorance is bliss" or at least that is what they say, it drives me a bit nuts. Don't get me wrong, I would not have changed my decision to move and be with CC over any of this but I wish somehow the Son would have been mature enough to understand. All he says he feels is abandoned and betrayed. Although this is manipulative, it does hurt regardless of what common sense tells me.
From what I understand, the Dad didn't help him get his car out of impound, he still hasn't paid any child support since March (I have started proceedings about that) and basically, doesn't do anything much for him. But the Son will talk with him. Somehow, there are some flaws in his logic. Not about money but I have always been the one there for him time after time but yet he will still talk with the Dad and not me. For some reason, one strike and I'm out. Nothing that happens with him ever seems to make sense at least as far as I can tell.
I know I can't fix him and can't live his life and I definitely can't MAKE him see reason. It doesn't mean I have to like it though. It makes me so sad...
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Independence Day
Well, I have been here in my FL home for three weeks. Although I miss the Son desperately, my life has taken on a calm it hasn't had in a long time. The stress level seems to have dropped. (I hope that means my hair will quit falling out). CC and I are really two peas in a pod. I don't think things with us could be much better. We have this fit that is hard to explain but it's good.
We have been busy over the past week. We refinished the 3rd bedroom. Changed hardware, painted doors, etc. It totally finished but it looks soooooo much better than it did before. No popcorn on the ceiling, a nice paint, furniture, etc. We are very happy with they way it turned out.
We went to the Dunedin Brewery on Sunday last. It was a really neat place. They say they are the oldest craft brewery in the state. (Old is 16 years... really?) They did have some very delicious beverages on tap. I had a refreshing Apricot Peach Ale. It was a great combination and went down well. Awesome for a hot day.
Wednesday was Independence Day. What does that mean? Bacon explosion! Yep, we made our bacon explosion, smoked on the grill. YUM! YUM! Later that evening we took off for Dunedin to catch the fireworks at the ballpark where the Blue Jays spring train. They were nice, it wasn't overly crowded and we were home in 10 minutes. You really just can't beat that. Thursday I worked. We had so many people out I just couldn't
take off. I did manage to take off work today though. We had a great day! We slept in and then gathered up some towels, jumped in the car and took the girls to the dog beach. DeSoto park in St. Petersburg has a dog beach where the dogs can run off leash and play in the water. The park is beautiful. The views in and out were tremendous. It was a wonderful trip. The dogs had never been and we thought they would like the treat. Daisy seemed to really enjoy herself. Maddie, well she was okay with it while she was chasing other dogs but after that she seemed to be nervous. I think all of the water and activity really seemed to get to her. We ended up not staying very long but we did have a great time. We came home in time for lunch and a swim. Napping while floating in the
pool is something to not underestimate. It was extremely relaxing. We barbecued some chicken for dinner and wrapped up our evening with a movie. Fantastic day and now here comes the weekend!
We have been busy over the past week. We refinished the 3rd bedroom. Changed hardware, painted doors, etc. It totally finished but it looks soooooo much better than it did before. No popcorn on the ceiling, a nice paint, furniture, etc. We are very happy with they way it turned out.
We went to the Dunedin Brewery on Sunday last. It was a really neat place. They say they are the oldest craft brewery in the state. (Old is 16 years... really?) They did have some very delicious beverages on tap. I had a refreshing Apricot Peach Ale. It was a great combination and went down well. Awesome for a hot day.Wednesday was Independence Day. What does that mean? Bacon explosion! Yep, we made our bacon explosion, smoked on the grill. YUM! YUM! Later that evening we took off for Dunedin to catch the fireworks at the ballpark where the Blue Jays spring train. They were nice, it wasn't overly crowded and we were home in 10 minutes. You really just can't beat that. Thursday I worked. We had so many people out I just couldn't
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| Waiting for the fireworks! |
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| On the drive into the park |
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| Maddie finally went swimming! |
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| Everybody's happy!! |
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| On the way back across to St. Pete |
Monday, July 2, 2012
It's the End of the World as We Know It
I don't really know about the end of the world, but a piece of me is really hurting. I have still not spoken to my son since the incident at the house. I have sent text messages but have not received a response. I have called w/o answer.
I received a phone call early Sunday morning around 2am. It was a police officer stating the Son was pulled over and has had some alcohol. He was not drunk but it was underage consumption. He was looking for someone to come and get him so he would not have to take the Son to juvenile detention. The officer stated the Son told him I was in Florida but the Dad and the Gigi did not answer their phones and he would need a call back with what relative could come and get him, otherwise he would be forced to take him in.
I began to scramble. I "blew up" the Dad's phone. Just called and called and called. Every time it went to VM I just hung up and called some more. I finally got through to Gigi (the Grandmother), who like me began calling the Dad. I finally got through to the Dad and told him what was going on, gave him the number to call for information etc. That was the last that I heard.
I had sent the Son a text, asking him to call me when he could, that I was able to get in touch with his Dad. No word. I tried calling a few times on Sunday, the phone went straight to VM. Roger, a friend of ours that always helped the Son with his cars sent a text Sunday afternoon asking if I could call him as he was wanting some tools of his back that the Son had borrowed. Namely, one of those scanner things with all the chips to do the electrical system of cars. Now I know darn good and well those things are very very expensive. I told Roger I had not spoken to him and he doesn't answer my texts. He says that he stopped at the Son's employer to talk to him but that they changed his hours to 10a-6p because the Son couldn't seem to get to work on time. They also said that he has not been himself in quite a while. Always saying that he is broke and asking if people want to buy some tools.
All of this makes me feel quite ill. I have given him money for his portion of rent and utilities. He is currently working full time and I give him an extra $150 with the rent, plus he just graduated from school and I sent $100 not to mention whatever else family and friends gave him for graduation. I can't understand where all of this is going. Does he not have enough sense to keep ANYTHING back for gas, etc.? Is he selling other people's possessions? Is he spending it all on alcohol and drugs? I have no idea and don't know what to think anymore. I lost control over him a long time ago and he had zero respect for me then and even less now. He quit taking his medication. The pharmacy called and stated it had not been picked up even though I sent him three messages it was ready and to use his insurance card and it would not cost him anything. I just had the store restock it.
I don't even know if he went to the orientation at school. I guess I really need to call and find out. He needs to go. I don't know what he thinks he will do without an education regardless of how he feels about me. I love him more than anything but I can't apologize for something that is not my fault nor I provoked which is what he wants. How would that do any good?
I am so worried about him and I don't know what to do. The Dad seems to believe everything that comes from the Son's mouth and is still hacked off about the incident at the house, that someone needs to "pay" for what was done to the Son. What he doesn't do, however, is try to actually be a parent. He seemed all inconvenienced that I called in the middle of the night for him to go and get the Son 25 miles from his home. I get those calls and I do it, no questions asked. I still can't figure out how I am such the villain in all of this.
Times change no matter how much we don't want them to. My Son was the best thing that ever happened to me so long ago. I never imagined all of this. How can this happen when all you ever do is love them? It's almost as if someone has died. I grieve over all of this but I don't know what else to do. He has to learn that everyone else doesn't have the world revolving around him as I did. I only hope that he does and doesn't go through life continuing to make such poor choices. I talked myself blue in the face over the past several months. All I can do now is pray.
I received a phone call early Sunday morning around 2am. It was a police officer stating the Son was pulled over and has had some alcohol. He was not drunk but it was underage consumption. He was looking for someone to come and get him so he would not have to take the Son to juvenile detention. The officer stated the Son told him I was in Florida but the Dad and the Gigi did not answer their phones and he would need a call back with what relative could come and get him, otherwise he would be forced to take him in.
I began to scramble. I "blew up" the Dad's phone. Just called and called and called. Every time it went to VM I just hung up and called some more. I finally got through to Gigi (the Grandmother), who like me began calling the Dad. I finally got through to the Dad and told him what was going on, gave him the number to call for information etc. That was the last that I heard.
I had sent the Son a text, asking him to call me when he could, that I was able to get in touch with his Dad. No word. I tried calling a few times on Sunday, the phone went straight to VM. Roger, a friend of ours that always helped the Son with his cars sent a text Sunday afternoon asking if I could call him as he was wanting some tools of his back that the Son had borrowed. Namely, one of those scanner things with all the chips to do the electrical system of cars. Now I know darn good and well those things are very very expensive. I told Roger I had not spoken to him and he doesn't answer my texts. He says that he stopped at the Son's employer to talk to him but that they changed his hours to 10a-6p because the Son couldn't seem to get to work on time. They also said that he has not been himself in quite a while. Always saying that he is broke and asking if people want to buy some tools.
All of this makes me feel quite ill. I have given him money for his portion of rent and utilities. He is currently working full time and I give him an extra $150 with the rent, plus he just graduated from school and I sent $100 not to mention whatever else family and friends gave him for graduation. I can't understand where all of this is going. Does he not have enough sense to keep ANYTHING back for gas, etc.? Is he selling other people's possessions? Is he spending it all on alcohol and drugs? I have no idea and don't know what to think anymore. I lost control over him a long time ago and he had zero respect for me then and even less now. He quit taking his medication. The pharmacy called and stated it had not been picked up even though I sent him three messages it was ready and to use his insurance card and it would not cost him anything. I just had the store restock it.
I don't even know if he went to the orientation at school. I guess I really need to call and find out. He needs to go. I don't know what he thinks he will do without an education regardless of how he feels about me. I love him more than anything but I can't apologize for something that is not my fault nor I provoked which is what he wants. How would that do any good?
I am so worried about him and I don't know what to do. The Dad seems to believe everything that comes from the Son's mouth and is still hacked off about the incident at the house, that someone needs to "pay" for what was done to the Son. What he doesn't do, however, is try to actually be a parent. He seemed all inconvenienced that I called in the middle of the night for him to go and get the Son 25 miles from his home. I get those calls and I do it, no questions asked. I still can't figure out how I am such the villain in all of this.
Times change no matter how much we don't want them to. My Son was the best thing that ever happened to me so long ago. I never imagined all of this. How can this happen when all you ever do is love them? It's almost as if someone has died. I grieve over all of this but I don't know what else to do. He has to learn that everyone else doesn't have the world revolving around him as I did. I only hope that he does and doesn't go through life continuing to make such poor choices. I talked myself blue in the face over the past several months. All I can do now is pray.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
KitKat Has Left the Building...
Not really, I have left Indiana though. I finally was able to pack up the last of my belongings and catch a flight out a week ago. This is my second week of working out of my house in Clearwater performing the same job I have been doing for 7 years in an office. Not much different from what I can tell. I just can't spend as much time chit chatting. No one but the dogs to chat with at the house. CC was home quite a bit the first week and it was nice. I'm sure this will work out fine. As soon as I got off the plane we went to Ikea and bought my new office stuff. Desk, file drawer, chair, etc. We also got a new king size bed so we can finally get some sleep as the dogs take up a lot of room. They were able to deliver it on Tuesday and it is all coming together nicely.
We have been working on one of the spare bedrooms, that is where the queen size bed will now be residing. We have taken down the popcorn ceiling, painted, new lighting, painted trim and closet doors, etc. It will be such an improvement over its previous appearance. It's nice to have yet another room off of our list. I guess the next thing will be to get the two sets of french doors installed on the entrances to the living room. (office and study). We didn't need a formal living room and we definitely would need an extra bedroom more so I reside in the living room. There is a lot of space for all of my stuff and the lighting is good.
Tropical storm Debby raised her PMS head over the weekend. I think we got about 8 inches of rain. The pool overflowed. We had to drain some of it out yesterday. Our electricity went out Sunday night. We didn't get it back until late Monday afternoon. Overall though, it wasn't that bad.
I really haven't heard anything from the Son. I send text messages that are informative but are never returned. My heart breaks over the whole thing. He thinks he is owed an apology for the entire incident with the final move and I just will not apologize to him for him putting his hands on me. There is absolutely no excuse for that. So, we are a crossroads. I still do not know if he went to his college orientation. I hope he did. He needs an education and I am more than willing to provide that to him if he is smart enough to take advantage of it.
I am very happy to finally be here, in my home after all of this time. We bought the house a little over a year ago and it has been a long road in getting here. It's a good thing!
We have been working on one of the spare bedrooms, that is where the queen size bed will now be residing. We have taken down the popcorn ceiling, painted, new lighting, painted trim and closet doors, etc. It will be such an improvement over its previous appearance. It's nice to have yet another room off of our list. I guess the next thing will be to get the two sets of french doors installed on the entrances to the living room. (office and study). We didn't need a formal living room and we definitely would need an extra bedroom more so I reside in the living room. There is a lot of space for all of my stuff and the lighting is good.
Tropical storm Debby raised her PMS head over the weekend. I think we got about 8 inches of rain. The pool overflowed. We had to drain some of it out yesterday. Our electricity went out Sunday night. We didn't get it back until late Monday afternoon. Overall though, it wasn't that bad.
I really haven't heard anything from the Son. I send text messages that are informative but are never returned. My heart breaks over the whole thing. He thinks he is owed an apology for the entire incident with the final move and I just will not apologize to him for him putting his hands on me. There is absolutely no excuse for that. So, we are a crossroads. I still do not know if he went to his college orientation. I hope he did. He needs an education and I am more than willing to provide that to him if he is smart enough to take advantage of it.
I am very happy to finally be here, in my home after all of this time. We bought the house a little over a year ago and it has been a long road in getting here. It's a good thing!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Mixed Emotions and Thoughts
It has been an eventful 6 weeks or so since my last post. I have rented my home in Indiana and my work is allowing my relocation to our home in Clearwater. That is the good news. But, my last post may have been a bit premature.
The Son is NOT happy about renting the house. We had to be out by June 1 and he was extremely angry I "rented it without consulting him". He felt betrayed as I always talked to him about such things. The house was for sale so I didn't equate it to anything different. He wanted him and his buddies to rent. HELL NO! I told him there is no way that would happen. He can't keep his room clean and stop punching walls. That house would be worthless in months. He blew up, etc. Screaming. Two more holes in walls and me on the ground.
He moved out, a week or so before the end of school. He wouldn't let me find a place for him to live. He is in an apt. with his friend and I pay for the cost so he can get used to being on his own for the 8 weeks until he goes to college in August.
I moved everything out of the house. The Son is being a disrespectful jerk. He didn't help move anything other than what he took to that apt. I had Roger, a friend of mine and a car mentor to Morgan help as Roger had a car and multiple other things in the garages as well. May 31 we finished the move. I was helping the new tenants move some things in (they are friends). The brother of the tenants and I were unloading a truck when the Son showed up. Tangent time... Roger said he had s/w the Son and told him off. Basically he came over to jump at me because he got made to feel bad. Transference. Kid gets in trouble and comes home to kick the dog. I'm jut the dog. He began screaming at me as the car of Roger's was still in the driveway (he was trying to get it towed out). The Son is upset as it may begin to hail and it would be on the car. Then he is screaming at the brother of the tenant to go in the house, none of his business. I was trying to keep the Son out of the house. He punched dents into the truck I had borrowed from my mother, kicked planters next to the garage shattering them. He took a fuse out of the truck to disable and got in his car and screamed out of the drive... He came back. He continued. I called the police and told him his behavior was unacceptable and he said fine he would wait for them. Then I informed him he would need to contact his dad to get him out as I was not going to. He did.
While we were waiting, more yelling and screaming broke out. I told him he was being a jerk and no wonder he had so many issues with his GF. Then he lost it. Had grabbed my arms and had me on the ground. The brother of the tenant came outside and got him off of me and they rolled and the Son pinned him (the Son was a wrestler). I finally got the Son to get off of him and then the cops showed up.
They took pics of my wrist where I was grabbed, (two veins had blown) and they took the Son to juvie. Friday I received a call from the local hospital. Apparently the Son was complaining of some pain and I gave consent to treat and insurance information. Then I received a call from probation. As the Son and I do not live together, they were going to shelve his time. I consented to allowing his father to pick him up. They were going to release on Monday but I asked for late Saturday as the Son's graduation was on Sunday. They consented.
The Son would not speak to me the date of graduation. I was hassled earlier in the day by his father wanting the name of the tenant's brother as he said, "the Son's face and neck are fucked up and someone needs to answer for that". His father also said, "the brother 'attacked a 17 year old boy.....'".
Really? Number one, there would have been no need for any other involvement if the Son didn't attack me. And since when is 8 weeks or so shy of 18 a "boy"? The Son is full grown and the brother was doing the right thing. I never did get an answer from the dad when I asked if the "right" thing to do was to watch me potentially be harmed even further. After the display on the vehicle and the rage he was displaying, I was lucky to have the brother there.
The Son is still really crappy to me the time or two I have seen him. Like I owe him an apology. I have given that child everything and this is what I get and how I'm treated.
I am still going to put him through school. He needs an education if he is to support himself. I'll be able to sleep at night knowing I have done my best to raise him.
The good news is I leave for Florida for good on Sunday 17th. I took my car down a few weeks ago and flew back and am using my mom's truck until I leave. Work is going to be absolutely crazy next week but it will end on a great note.
I hope the Son seeks help. I have tried for years to no avail. He will be 18 at the end of August and then he goes to big boy jail if he cannot control himself.
Topic Change
Okay, that was a downer, moving on...
So, in preparation for my departure, I have been trying to wrap things up. I have gotten the Son his own car insurance policy because I cannot carry him if we are not in the same household. I made a MD appointment and got new prescriptions, blood work, etc. so I will have everything in order and can take my time finding a new physician. I have a dental appointment on Monday for a cleaning which will get my by 6 months until I can find a new dentist. I went for a color and cut yesterday so I can go another 8 weeks before worrying about finding a hairdresser. I tried something new. I colored my hair a bit closer to the roots. Tangent time... When I was about 30, my hair color began to change. I always loved my auburn hair but it began growing out this disgusting dull ashy brown. I HATE IT!! If my hair was still the right color I could live with the grays I have but this brown is disgusting. I was blonde for several years as no one could get it the right shade of red. I found someone who came close and have been doing the red for a few years. With the prospect of having to find someone new, I thought if I went to a rich brown with some warmth, I could have enough time to find the right person to do my hair. So, that is what I went with. It's early morning and I look horrible but here it is:
The Son is NOT happy about renting the house. We had to be out by June 1 and he was extremely angry I "rented it without consulting him". He felt betrayed as I always talked to him about such things. The house was for sale so I didn't equate it to anything different. He wanted him and his buddies to rent. HELL NO! I told him there is no way that would happen. He can't keep his room clean and stop punching walls. That house would be worthless in months. He blew up, etc. Screaming. Two more holes in walls and me on the ground.
He moved out, a week or so before the end of school. He wouldn't let me find a place for him to live. He is in an apt. with his friend and I pay for the cost so he can get used to being on his own for the 8 weeks until he goes to college in August.
I moved everything out of the house. The Son is being a disrespectful jerk. He didn't help move anything other than what he took to that apt. I had Roger, a friend of mine and a car mentor to Morgan help as Roger had a car and multiple other things in the garages as well. May 31 we finished the move. I was helping the new tenants move some things in (they are friends). The brother of the tenants and I were unloading a truck when the Son showed up. Tangent time... Roger said he had s/w the Son and told him off. Basically he came over to jump at me because he got made to feel bad. Transference. Kid gets in trouble and comes home to kick the dog. I'm jut the dog. He began screaming at me as the car of Roger's was still in the driveway (he was trying to get it towed out). The Son is upset as it may begin to hail and it would be on the car. Then he is screaming at the brother of the tenant to go in the house, none of his business. I was trying to keep the Son out of the house. He punched dents into the truck I had borrowed from my mother, kicked planters next to the garage shattering them. He took a fuse out of the truck to disable and got in his car and screamed out of the drive... He came back. He continued. I called the police and told him his behavior was unacceptable and he said fine he would wait for them. Then I informed him he would need to contact his dad to get him out as I was not going to. He did.
While we were waiting, more yelling and screaming broke out. I told him he was being a jerk and no wonder he had so many issues with his GF. Then he lost it. Had grabbed my arms and had me on the ground. The brother of the tenant came outside and got him off of me and they rolled and the Son pinned him (the Son was a wrestler). I finally got the Son to get off of him and then the cops showed up.
They took pics of my wrist where I was grabbed, (two veins had blown) and they took the Son to juvie. Friday I received a call from the local hospital. Apparently the Son was complaining of some pain and I gave consent to treat and insurance information. Then I received a call from probation. As the Son and I do not live together, they were going to shelve his time. I consented to allowing his father to pick him up. They were going to release on Monday but I asked for late Saturday as the Son's graduation was on Sunday. They consented.
The Son would not speak to me the date of graduation. I was hassled earlier in the day by his father wanting the name of the tenant's brother as he said, "the Son's face and neck are fucked up and someone needs to answer for that". His father also said, "the brother 'attacked a 17 year old boy.....'".
Really? Number one, there would have been no need for any other involvement if the Son didn't attack me. And since when is 8 weeks or so shy of 18 a "boy"? The Son is full grown and the brother was doing the right thing. I never did get an answer from the dad when I asked if the "right" thing to do was to watch me potentially be harmed even further. After the display on the vehicle and the rage he was displaying, I was lucky to have the brother there.
The Son is still really crappy to me the time or two I have seen him. Like I owe him an apology. I have given that child everything and this is what I get and how I'm treated.
I am still going to put him through school. He needs an education if he is to support himself. I'll be able to sleep at night knowing I have done my best to raise him.
The good news is I leave for Florida for good on Sunday 17th. I took my car down a few weeks ago and flew back and am using my mom's truck until I leave. Work is going to be absolutely crazy next week but it will end on a great note.
I hope the Son seeks help. I have tried for years to no avail. He will be 18 at the end of August and then he goes to big boy jail if he cannot control himself.
Topic Change
Okay, that was a downer, moving on...
So, in preparation for my departure, I have been trying to wrap things up. I have gotten the Son his own car insurance policy because I cannot carry him if we are not in the same household. I made a MD appointment and got new prescriptions, blood work, etc. so I will have everything in order and can take my time finding a new physician. I have a dental appointment on Monday for a cleaning which will get my by 6 months until I can find a new dentist. I went for a color and cut yesterday so I can go another 8 weeks before worrying about finding a hairdresser. I tried something new. I colored my hair a bit closer to the roots. Tangent time... When I was about 30, my hair color began to change. I always loved my auburn hair but it began growing out this disgusting dull ashy brown. I HATE IT!! If my hair was still the right color I could live with the grays I have but this brown is disgusting. I was blonde for several years as no one could get it the right shade of red. I found someone who came close and have been doing the red for a few years. With the prospect of having to find someone new, I thought if I went to a rich brown with some warmth, I could have enough time to find the right person to do my hair. So, that is what I went with. It's early morning and I look horrible but here it is:
I like it but I like red better. I don't know if I can leave it this way but we will see. I don't think CC will like it as much as he does red. I told him he will just get to feel like he is getting some "strange" when I come home on Sunday. LOL! Seriously though, I am considering telling my hairdresser she will just need to fly to Florida every couple of months. It has been a real bummer thinking of finding new doctors, etc. The doctor I have here is great. Their office is so efficient and she doesn't rush you and is very caring. I have been going to the same dentist office for about 16 years. they are on the other side of Louisville but as you only HAVE to go every six months, I just make the drive because they are so great. I just explained earlier about the hair so it's been kinda a sad prospect of finding great people all over. Heck, the local gas station makes sure there is a fresh pot of dark bold coffee waiting for me when I arrive in the mornings. I have known those people forever too.
Don't get me wrong, I cannot WAIT to be with CC and begin our lives together in Clearwater. I just never realized how even the small things like morning coffee can mean so much and be such a change. Change is good and I definitely need it. It's scary and exciting all at the same time. Peppered with the sadness you feel about the wonderful people you leave behind. My move to Indiana was due to cost of housing and good schools but somewhere along the line it became my home too, just like Louisville and it has taken me leaving to realize it.
I guess I should wrap this up. Stay tuned for the new adventures of KitKat and CC!!
Friday, April 20, 2012
A Glimmer of Hope
It has finally happened. Not but a few days after spring break, the Son came to me and told me he wanted to go to the doctor. He said he was ready to go on some medication for his temperament/depression/etc. It wasn't sinking in with him when I forced him into it but he now says he has scared himself and he realized I was right. I told him I was proud of him for making the adult decision. He took himself to the doctor and he is back on medication. It has been almost two weeks. I know it takes a few weeks to get it into your system and to make a difference but he is really starting to come around. Maybe it is a psychological thing with him, knowing he is on something to help him even out his emotions but he does seem to be coming around.
For example, normally, if he is frustrated with a car; (like if something is giving him difficulty when attempting to fix), he would throw tools, curse, yell, basically make a fool of himself. Yesterday he was having trouble with his car. He was having trouble getting the lower control arm off because of the age of the car. He had worked on it for some time before I got home from work. He calmly told me what was happening, I watched for a minute, even made some suggestions I could help with and he stayed calm the whole time. We ate, he went back out and finished up the task and was perfectly a sane human being.
Better living through pharmaceuticals!!
For example, normally, if he is frustrated with a car; (like if something is giving him difficulty when attempting to fix), he would throw tools, curse, yell, basically make a fool of himself. Yesterday he was having trouble with his car. He was having trouble getting the lower control arm off because of the age of the car. He had worked on it for some time before I got home from work. He calmly told me what was happening, I watched for a minute, even made some suggestions I could help with and he stayed calm the whole time. We ate, he went back out and finished up the task and was perfectly a sane human being.
Better living through pharmaceuticals!!
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
My Birthday Boy
I'm a couple of days late but life has been crazy as of late. Work has been a nightmare. I've been working 55-60 hours a week for at least 6-8 weeks and still am not caught up. Our new contract launched 4/1. We also had a new system put in for medical management with the same launch date and a new program to implement in my department. THAT little endeavor required interviewing, hiring, training, etc. Soooooooo..... I apologize for my absence. All that time at work in front of a computer makes a person shy away from one when they absolutely don't need to use it.
I was in Florida for the week before CC's birthday. I had lamented, stressed, pondered, and generally raked my brain over coals to decide what to get him. I try hard to get gifts he can't or won't get for himself. I'm not sure where the crossover happens, but there is a point in our lives when we just get the things we want leaving it difficult for gift givers to plan.... BUT.... About a week before I was due to fly out, it came to me..... WATCH!!!!!!!!!
When we were on our cruise, we spent a lot of time in jewelry stores. Not searching for rings or anything but looking at nice watches. He had mentioned he would like a Breitling but didn't want to spend the money on it because he already had a Tag and so it was hard to justify in his mind.. Sooooooo...... I got on the internet to try to find a dealer here in town. Thank goodness we had one! Genesis Diamonds is the only place in 100 miles of here that sells Breitling watches.
Of course, I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I mean, if we are shopping for a suit, shoes, handbag, bedding... Hell, just about anything else, I would have experience and feel confident. But, I have never purchased a high end watch and really had no idea. They were nice and the poor man that helped me put them on so I could see, explained all the features and what nots. After a long while, I made my decision and bought one.
They told me at the store I could return it if he didn't like it and they gave me a book with all the watches they make in it. They said they would order what he wanted, get a different band, blah, blah, blah. Basically, buy one and make him happy in the end.
They shipped it to FL which helped with the sales tax thing and promised I would have it on Friday which was the day I arrived. I knew I couldn't wait until closer to his birthday and would want to give it to him that day. It was kinda cool I had it shipped as I have been having many things mailed to the house so he wouldn't think anything weird was going on. BUT, I didn't count on the efficiency of FedEx. They got to the house before we even arrived home from the airport. When CC found the note on the door, I panicked! I made up some lame excuse WHY we had to get it on the way to the restaurant. Tangent-- We had tickets to Tony Bennett for that night and were going out to supper prior to the show. At any rate, we did make it to the store and I was able to pick up the package. While I was in there they were nice enough to help me get the box open and get just the box the watch came in into my purse. That was a feat. I had a large handbag on purpose for that but I had no idea the SIZE of the box those things came in. They say good things come in small packages but this was not small by a long shot. Good thing my handbags are more like overnight bags...
So, we get to the restaurant and I give him his card. He always gets two. One funny one (at least to me) and one serious one (that freaks him out because he says I could have wrote them). So I preface the gift stating his love for me is priceless. I cannot begin to express how much it means to me but I want him to let me try (something along those lines) and I give him the box.
He seemed extremely surprised. YAY! He didn't guess! To be honest, I was afraid he was going to try to make me take it back. (Which I would not). He didn't though, crisis averted! He did feel it was kind of big though. After the concert, I gave him the book to look through to see if there was anything he would prefer.
Well, he looked.... And looked.... And looked.... Finally, he determined there wasn't one he liked any better. I kept trying to convince him the watch wasn't as big as he thought. I think it looks awesome! So, since I did a FABULOUS job choosing a watch, we went to the Breitling dealer in Belleair Bluffs to have a link or two removed, discuss warranty work, care, etc. They were very nice. We went to Columbia for lunch and their yummy beverages and went home to relax before the Louisville/Florida game. I took a picture of CC wearing his watch. Kind of like shoe shopping, you have to get the view others will get. A lot of shoes don't look attractive when you are staring straight down, you need to be looking at them from a different angle. He agreed, it didn't look as large from this viewpoint. :)
I told a friend about the gift and they exclaimed they couldn't believe I would pay for a watch like it was "jewelry". I feel men, on the whole, are cheated when it comes to that sort of thing. A man's wedding band, etc., never costs much. A woman will want her "two month's salary" or whatever the going rate is for engagement rings. A man deserves the same sort of treatment. A man isn't as much into jewelry but a watch is a functional attractive item. This watch will last him forever. Why not buy him the best I can afford? I get the best of him every day. He deserves so much more. You just can't put a price tag on love, respect, companionship, friendship, etc. I would gladly give him everything I have. Happy Birthday Baby!
I was in Florida for the week before CC's birthday. I had lamented, stressed, pondered, and generally raked my brain over coals to decide what to get him. I try hard to get gifts he can't or won't get for himself. I'm not sure where the crossover happens, but there is a point in our lives when we just get the things we want leaving it difficult for gift givers to plan.... BUT.... About a week before I was due to fly out, it came to me..... WATCH!!!!!!!!!
When we were on our cruise, we spent a lot of time in jewelry stores. Not searching for rings or anything but looking at nice watches. He had mentioned he would like a Breitling but didn't want to spend the money on it because he already had a Tag and so it was hard to justify in his mind.. Sooooooo...... I got on the internet to try to find a dealer here in town. Thank goodness we had one! Genesis Diamonds is the only place in 100 miles of here that sells Breitling watches.
Of course, I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I mean, if we are shopping for a suit, shoes, handbag, bedding... Hell, just about anything else, I would have experience and feel confident. But, I have never purchased a high end watch and really had no idea. They were nice and the poor man that helped me put them on so I could see, explained all the features and what nots. After a long while, I made my decision and bought one.
They shipped it to FL which helped with the sales tax thing and promised I would have it on Friday which was the day I arrived. I knew I couldn't wait until closer to his birthday and would want to give it to him that day. It was kinda cool I had it shipped as I have been having many things mailed to the house so he wouldn't think anything weird was going on. BUT, I didn't count on the efficiency of FedEx. They got to the house before we even arrived home from the airport. When CC found the note on the door, I panicked! I made up some lame excuse WHY we had to get it on the way to the restaurant. Tangent-- We had tickets to Tony Bennett for that night and were going out to supper prior to the show. At any rate, we did make it to the store and I was able to pick up the package. While I was in there they were nice enough to help me get the box open and get just the box the watch came in into my purse. That was a feat. I had a large handbag on purpose for that but I had no idea the SIZE of the box those things came in. They say good things come in small packages but this was not small by a long shot. Good thing my handbags are more like overnight bags...
So, we get to the restaurant and I give him his card. He always gets two. One funny one (at least to me) and one serious one (that freaks him out because he says I could have wrote them). So I preface the gift stating his love for me is priceless. I cannot begin to express how much it means to me but I want him to let me try (something along those lines) and I give him the box.
He seemed extremely surprised. YAY! He didn't guess! To be honest, I was afraid he was going to try to make me take it back. (Which I would not). He didn't though, crisis averted! He did feel it was kind of big though. After the concert, I gave him the book to look through to see if there was anything he would prefer.
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| Before the Concert!! |
I told a friend about the gift and they exclaimed they couldn't believe I would pay for a watch like it was "jewelry". I feel men, on the whole, are cheated when it comes to that sort of thing. A man's wedding band, etc., never costs much. A woman will want her "two month's salary" or whatever the going rate is for engagement rings. A man deserves the same sort of treatment. A man isn't as much into jewelry but a watch is a functional attractive item. This watch will last him forever. Why not buy him the best I can afford? I get the best of him every day. He deserves so much more. You just can't put a price tag on love, respect, companionship, friendship, etc. I would gladly give him everything I have. Happy Birthday Baby!
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