tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12103846671273577602024-03-18T21:04:07.637-07:00MOM of TEENSAn interesting, funny look at being a mom of teens today. Information, tips and stories to dull some of the pain. And maybe we will learn alittle someum along the way.....and laugh till we cry, or cry till we laugh.crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-16761589880636817612011-03-18T12:03:00.000-07:002011-03-18T12:20:10.665-07:00My kids, gotta love um....S<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">o it seems that I am not hitting this blog as much as I intended to...but here I am again. I find myself, a lot lately, thinking of my babies when they were babies. I am so happy that they are growing into some really great people, but I can say...I do miss my babies. You, know the age, when you could lay them on a blanket on the floor and actually go to the bathroom..that age.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Looking back, I do almost wish we had more...((somebody slap me))! really, knowing now that I just do not think I have the stamina to do it again, I do find myself thinking about more. MORE, that word even looks BIG.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am so thankful to God for allowing me to be a mother, I recently have been in a time of wondering what I am here for, my gifts, my schooling, my future....and for so long I was feeling so bad and stressed to hurry and find what I am here for...then it dawned on me, I had a bulb moment, since I was a very small child, when someone would ask what I wanted to be I always said a mom and/or a teacher. When it hit me, actually like a smack....The desire of my heart as a young child was to be a mom and that is what I am. I am a mom, that happens to be able to teach, which is another desire I had. So, my lesson that I finally got (</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">hellooooooooo</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Toni) is that God loved/loves me so much that he gave me the desires of my heart!! All this time, I was looking for something that was right in front of me. Sometimes, our answers are staring right at us. I was unable to see that God had answered my prayers already. Let me tell you that at that very point of "knowing" that my fears of missing my calling were gone! My stress about how far to go to school, what job would I get and how would I get it </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">disappeared</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. It is not to say that this is it!, that there is not another journey that I will take, that God is leading me. But I do know at this moment in time, I am at peace! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I AM A MOM<></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I also know that God is fashioning me into/for something as I write this. The Holy Spirit is loud in me now, I can feel/hear it guiding me, schooling me and getting me ready. It is the most exciting thing I have felt in a long time. Its not the time yet, but the one thing for sure is that it will be in addition to my mom job. Oh, </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that's</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> not a job it is an adventure. So enjoy, read and learn. </span></span></div>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-14158893570115799532011-01-01T16:09:00.000-08:002011-01-01T16:32:42.329-08:00Christmas 2010 in the Jenschke Home,Well another year has passed in the Jenschke home, another celebration of our Saviors birth. Look<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29tZLCWqKay-2Zi5pG4FINiNftbbQXhV8Y_F5VYz-BB6R62YKQDtbcuNWfudKW0hPvWzyGuw9_YFFm8fZ1v7Yp9CbPqhxeQbICQrICWkAVgsND3nmqhaQUOzkQ6CYlI6oKEdBYGxF5UE/s1600/christmas+2010+017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557375195586423026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29tZLCWqKay-2Zi5pG4FINiNftbbQXhV8Y_F5VYz-BB6R62YKQDtbcuNWfudKW0hPvWzyGuw9_YFFm8fZ1v7Yp9CbPqhxeQbICQrICWkAVgsND3nmqhaQUOzkQ6CYlI6oKEdBYGxF5UE/s320/christmas+2010+017.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div> Look at these kids of mine (I mean ours, Patrick and ME), all smiles, no complaining,no fighting, their eyes are not glued to a monitor of some sort, no texting, no killing zombies....awwww, this is why I adore photography so much. Not just for the spender of the beautyful landscapes that make me feel God's presence at every turn...but for this, quiet wonderful memories of children happy, and content with the day. </div><div>As this year is passing, and another one has just about begund. I am filled with all sorts of feelings, such as....well lets just say for right now, maybe another blogg, one of which my personal thoughts, feelings, God directed views and the different steps I believe that I shall be making this coming year. I am sure I will continue with this blogg more often. Although my children are not nearly as funny as their were in the early teen years, there is still so much to be amazed about.</div><div>On a new note...my oldest 20 year old HAS A JOB>>>>GOD IS GOOD> I knew it was a matter of time. He does complain, too many hours...not enough hours..Oh well, at least he is working. Lets see, my daughter is doing well, I am so proud of her. Her art is becoming very important and that makes me very happy. She is still my dark haired blond girl, lets see...her latest; my mom (who is staying with us) received a package for Christmas, the card attached just said, "Merry Christmas we love you", well we all were trying to figure out who sent the package...the package was a box of petite fours from Swiss Colony...Aimee, said, "Who do we know that lives in a Swiss Colony?" Ya gotta love her!!</div><div>Can not forget my youngest, Samuel, he is a brilliant child. I still remember when he was small he didn't talk for years..I was always worried for him. But, God has taken such care of my baby! He talks and talks and talks ....., God is good. He is doing so great, he still is so literal sometimes, that I have to laugh at some of the things...</div><div>I gotta tell you that I have the most wonderful family...My children and husband are a gift from God, and that is how I KNOW HE LOVES ME, cause he has given me these people to love, be crazed over, ....</div><div>Not to say that they do not totally drive me to drink (hot tea), but ya know if it wasn't them it might be someone else.</div><div> </div><div>So I will so adieu (my fav word to this date). I will keep pressing on and I will leave the LIGHT ON, so come on in and make yourself comfy!!</div>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-86891660279904885902010-11-10T19:23:00.000-08:002010-11-10T20:01:06.552-08:00My teens are getting older, but I am still crazy....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, I have decided that I need to continue this account of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">childrens</span> life. Fast recap, my oldest is now 20 (WOW) and yes he still lives at home, but its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>....they will leave soon enough. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, my daughter is now 16 ((driving and dating, somewhat)) and a junior in High School, and my baby is 15 and a freshman in High School. So I guess, that two of the kids still qualify as teens, and I am still crazed...so this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">blogg</span> is still going on.<br /><br />I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> know how it happened, but my babies are moving on,...((well soon that is)). But it does make a crazed mom stop and reflect on all the funny, sad, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weird</span>, time consuming, hairy pulling (mine), late night, sleep deprived state that my life once held. I can so remember wishing, praying, screaming to have some time where I was not nursing, changing diapers, washing, cooking, taking somewhere, holding hair while they got sick, wiped part of their bodies that you just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> want to know about....this all seemed like yesterday. I can remember my mom giving me the motherly advice I give my children, that time goes fast enjoy it (them) while you can. And of course, mom was right. My babies, are now adults and young adults, they eat, sleep, get their own food (sometimes), hold their own hair, drive themselves, take their own baths, so I now have what I wanted....time, quiet, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">aloneness</span>...how odd, the thing I wanted so much, now I miss so much. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> quit sniffling, I do enjoy of the time that I am not needed to wipe body parts. But I do miss the cuddles, even though I make them (yes even the 6ft4 boy) sit and cuddle for small amounts of time. But all in all, once school and the dinner hour are done, they retreat to their domains...not to be seen again <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">untill</span> there is more food, or money to be handed out.<br /><br />There is a small recap. I will be writing weekly on their antics and my thoughts on this matter. Their names will be blocked out for their privacy...yea, right. So read and follow and enjoy.<br /><br />TONIcrazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-88806873150328831242010-06-12T20:39:00.000-07:002010-06-12T20:47:34.079-07:00So many guys in the house.....Well lets see, I had the house all to myself today...so I did what every one wants to do. HOMEWORK..<br />Aimee is in VA, David was in OBX for a church retreat and sam and Patrick went to an Indian Mound.<br />So one by one, the males came home and man the house smelled like sweat UGH! Thank heavens for fabreeeeze. Don't get me wrong I love the men in the house, but man oh man...! I sure miss my Aimee, the house needs a little estrogen......Ok, no the house needs alot of estrogen...cause I am lacking in that department...ugh....<br />So while the boys were watching some black and white war movie, I retreated to my bedchamber, to do some writing and watch TOY STORY 2 (dont judge me)...<br />I am/was a well of stuff to write about, but that was hours ago and of course I lost my password to this account so I had to reset,....blah blah blah. Enough of my whinning...for now.<br /><br />Eyes are falling I must go now. This was a little ~non funny~ but hey even the most seasoned comic has an off day. So there you have it..for a week there will only be ME, one female, just a small amount of estrogen and so I will probably grow facial hair.....oh man, I already have..gosh I love being OLD.<br />Ok really signing off now, I will be much funnier and will write more indepth later.<br />until then....chowcrazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-6559443636905093612010-05-26T18:15:00.000-07:002010-05-26T18:44:16.508-07:00Prom 2010.....The first of many!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwd9CYUDpIVNPlVLnpx2qVHBTSi5jD2xbRzuDMMGP6WZ0bmGx2cylY-7iVQwerRgX1kGzgm_5iy9kp-3rUy0R6AgM0_rF_5gSh_Pk77AFlvoXYHo9RmhwZ9bk23pXRJAElfXbBPfe-dSw/s1600/Prom+2010+HRHS+044.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 439px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475753006644625890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwd9CYUDpIVNPlVLnpx2qVHBTSi5jD2xbRzuDMMGP6WZ0bmGx2cylY-7iVQwerRgX1kGzgm_5iy9kp-3rUy0R6AgM0_rF_5gSh_Pk77AFlvoXYHo9RmhwZ9bk23pXRJAElfXbBPfe-dSw/s320/Prom+2010+HRHS+044.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>There she is....Aimee, (oops did I say her real name?, NAH)...my baby girls first prom. She was with people she didnt really know. Can you tell? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCvznIwfka2_QDIeQkatNu-T70FpYKSz8w8-pwRMRZ5VtKKCwC-eeEn3At-rYBjWuWGjfvGqd2dar3PbDFhGOMeWWtl0BbPGm2YoXhX2kAU6gkNXDVwQ-4ivqBTziZkS_YnmPl0t55pE/s1600/Prom+2010+HRHS+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475755594251685410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCvznIwfka2_QDIeQkatNu-T70FpYKSz8w8-pwRMRZ5VtKKCwC-eeEn3At-rYBjWuWGjfvGqd2dar3PbDFhGOMeWWtl0BbPGm2YoXhX2kAU6gkNXDVwQ-4ivqBTziZkS_YnmPl0t55pE/s320/Prom+2010+HRHS+004.JPG" /></a>YIKES...</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>She is so my daughter, funny, cute, humble, modest, funny...did I say funny. I will try to get the picture of her with the Band's formal picture taken in Washington DC..its a good one also.! I am so happy she went to the Prom, I will also post her pretty girl picture. Worth every dime, you know dress, shoes, nails, hair,....</div><div> </div><div>I am so proud of her...she is a ME in a petite body!..</div><div> </div><div>This is the little girl who would only wear her hair in a scuntchy (refer to past bloggs), I just wouldnt have ever thought her to be this amazing, beautyful...</div><div> </div><div>*On a gushy note, while she was getting her hair done, she looked over at me and I swear I saw her when she was 5...I had to blink a couple of times to see her back as a 16 year old young woman...But you know at me she will always be my baby girl.</div><div> </div><div>More stuff to come....hopefully funnier things...but you know a house full of teens and a 20 year old without a job...not too funny anymore hahah booohoooo</div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-86270670793491145562009-10-01T08:46:00.000-07:002009-10-01T09:00:39.405-07:00October 1, 2009 OMG where has the time gone?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-vuaf86brfQ3SxjzvERZUzNohfofRCZM2rVxxuISNcYxnBP_0cNkzuheqgZkUzKzMgnRghWcMUJERIQi6eyT4wPUXXSR0acpaOS5B8scEIs1_13jV24pmCYPdU3PYg5xkOIvq-WwF_g/s1600-h/my+kids+077.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387662046739067138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ-vuaf86brfQ3SxjzvERZUzNohfofRCZM2rVxxuISNcYxnBP_0cNkzuheqgZkUzKzMgnRghWcMUJERIQi6eyT4wPUXXSR0acpaOS5B8scEIs1_13jV24pmCYPdU3PYg5xkOIvq-WwF_g/s320/my+kids+077.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So much happening....lets see, my oldest graduated out of high school and is going to college (online, still very much living at home), my daughter is a sophomore and has a driving permit (scares me to death), and my youngest son whom I homeschooled for two years is now in a Charter School (its an international school oooo). Oh and I am, lets see.....finishing grad school, had a knee replacement, acne, menopause, anxious cause of the menopause....and did I mention MENOPAUSAL?????? (new blog to follow)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Getting used to the whole teen thing....weird, don't see much of the kids anymore (gotta love that), ok all you wonderful sweet "I love when my children are with me and we do crafts yada yada yada moms" pleeeeeeaaaaasssse! It is nice when it is quiet, I spent many years with colic, pooppy pants, boys that took wayyyyy tooooo long to be potty trained (yes I said it) and the waking up in the middle of the night to feed, change, hold hair when vomiting, is now kinda gone!! (Hallelujah chorus is now playing).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well I will be keeping up again with this blog and shortly starting the MENOPAUSE BLOGGG...we ladies of the age need one. My teenagers are changing, becoming awsome people...who knew? (K, I did) so more interesting and not so interesting things to come. Hey comment and share the love.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Adios muchacho/as</div>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-34922258011720203252009-05-26T20:15:00.000-07:002009-05-26T20:22:27.386-07:00The mom is...IN, take a seat, I will be with you in a minute!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeSW4Sspry0vDSYBZmEHRWMSWrvXawg_Ax_nyHgxl1OdIKUWhvSTwcgQD93UXII3KR_wrluW4m6Svb5IY8BuZWlvvLCUubVeCiIzYqLeGI3oaQzEJzNvbcPRWhZ2Yu6oyeTcSuTyTV4w/s1600-h/89.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340338872613403922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeSW4Sspry0vDSYBZmEHRWMSWrvXawg_Ax_nyHgxl1OdIKUWhvSTwcgQD93UXII3KR_wrluW4m6Svb5IY8BuZWlvvLCUubVeCiIzYqLeGI3oaQzEJzNvbcPRWhZ2Yu6oyeTcSuTyTV4w/s320/89.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Well hello again, it has been a while my friend. I really don't have a reason for not being observant of my teens, they are still the same.....still rolling their eyes, acting like I am an idot, and the ever popular..."you just don't understand me" speech. However, the silver linning is that my wonderful daughter has finally started to brush and do her hair more and more. The only reason is ME! </div><br /><div>I went through a dry spell, and menopause...enough said I hope! That is either another blogg or maybe later down the road....</div><br /><div>So, stayed tuned and come visit the blogg, for a laugh, a cry, or just a little "I know what you mean".</div><br /><div></div>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-33664578212450087882008-03-31T19:51:00.000-07:002008-03-31T20:14:55.383-07:00My Babies are Growing Up!!<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">CAUTION THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN BRIEF SENTIMENTAL, SAPPING</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">AND OTHER -WISE GOOOSSHHHY MOM STUFF...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Well, my babies are growing up!!, The First of them, well I guess for his life I better not go and expose his name...ok well lets just say my first born, boy....He is in High School, is a good guy and cute guy and thank GOD a really shy guy. Well, that has been the saving grace, his shyness...He is so cute that girls have always wanted to be around him, but he again is shy...Well up in till he hit junior year. There has been one girl he has know since elementary but they are only friends, then there is one that kinda blew him off....and then he met his "girl". She is a great girl, she is cute and polite and no piercings as far as I can see. What else could a mom want. Well, they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend...WOW, what happened to my little boy, the velco kid we used to call him cause he wouldnt do anything without his momma...not really a mommas boy, just attached, if there is a difference. He is the first to have a girlfriend, to eat at others homes (that is great...he eats a lot saves us a little cash), and hanging out some where other than in the cave..(family joke).</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Where did the time go, seems like yesterday I was praying for him to grow up and move out...his collic, night terrors and pickiness in eating...and now so close to that time where he will venture out on his own...Scared and happy for him all at the same time. How did this happen??? First, the girlfriend, then the High School Graduation then the Air Force....I know he will always be my baby, but this 6ft4 man is now someone else's baby.....sniff, sniff.. maybe he was not just a mommas boy, but maybe he was just MY BOY!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Moms out there, dont let those cute little snot nose kids, that run threw the house with those dirty hands, that wont sleep through the night, leave you tired, ragged and unshowered for days, go a day without a kiss and a small prayer. They grow so quick...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">There you have it the other side of me!!! I do have emotions other than just being extra specially funny, quick witted and otherwise great girl. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Be Good and stayed tuned, hey I have three teens, always something happen here.</span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-18936853252275578882008-03-17T19:42:00.000-07:002008-03-17T20:17:14.762-07:00I AM SO NOT AN IDIOT!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I dont know how they do it....oh sorry my kids....sometimes I just start talking, like you all know what and whom I am talking about........ If you have kids maybe this has happened to you, like when you give your oppinion to your kids, maybe about their clothing, grades, getting a job....stuff like that, and well those kids make you feel like you are as dumb as a rock. Like I dont know how we (PARENTS) know about cool dress, how hard school was or how to get a job properly...geeeeesh,...we already did it all! We were already cool, we already fought with our parents about our clothes and most of us have been working or at least very experienced in job hunting (that would be me)... I dont want to give girls the bad name...but it seems that my sons dont think I am a complete IDIOT, (they just use me..do some swooozing,.. but that is another bloggg). I am so much like my daughter or my daughter is soo like me...I guess that is why my mom wished the wish that changed it all.....that I would get a daughter like me. I dont know a thing to her,. I do hear these statements..."Times have changed MOM", "Maybe in your day MOM"...You know those kind of comments...I have found that times have changed people....hemlines....hairstyles have not....everything does come back...some things I have to say shouldnt, like polyester, side ponytails etc....Sorry I have digressed. I guess,...it is the not so bright part of me that does that....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Anyway, ...I believe in Pysch. circles this would be of a venting nature.!!! And of course that would be correct....I have to keep that inner voice saying, I AM SMART!!! I WENT TO COLLEGE!! I DO KNOW THINGS>>>ALOT OF THINGS> Boy that felt so much better....!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Side note...just to say that I would/could not live without my daughter, and yes, she is making my life interesting, and exciting....she also is the best part of me, she is brilliant, very intellegent and talented. I am in awww of her, how I do wish I were more like her at times.....and of course if she was a little LESS of me would be great also.....she is my princess.</span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-31117561276265250422008-03-12T19:59:00.000-07:002008-03-12T20:17:15.347-07:00OK, Another Post About the TEEN HAIR DEAL>>>><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok, sorry to bring this topic up again, but it keeps rearing its....HAIR.....Ok, why is it that my taste for my teens hair is suddenly, gross, outdated,? What happened, I know that I used to keep there hair, cool, cute no one ever came to me while my three kids were growing up saying "Why did you do their hair like that"??? Never stares or wierd glances...so what happened, why now??? Why me??? (I even went to Cosmotology School...really). One child, who shall be nameless (But she has the most beautyful hair ever), never wants to let it curl, ....and the others one has really short hair (JROTC)...but he wants it like a South Carolina Highway Patrol...(Sorry you have to live here to get that)....and the other, that is quite happy to let it grow as long as "I" want...(Yes he is the baby)...I dont mean to rant again, about hair, but come on...I have class, I know what looks good, and my eye sight is good,(unless your a newpaper or anything 15 inches from my face), so what could it be...could I just be so uncool now that a girl with choppy looking hair is cool/great..and long hair is or maybe out again???? I believe that it has come full circle, I am my mom, OMG!!!! I remember the ranting she did about how dirty my hair looked or how the knots in the back needed to be out....yada yada yada...Well once again, I have become my mom...except...I KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT....:) stay tuned I know there will be more to follow on the whole...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">>WHAT AM I AN IDIOT???....</span></span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-72910076287528964782008-03-03T16:42:00.000-08:002008-03-03T17:19:04.186-08:00Where Have All The Children Gone??....<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">As I sit here contemplating my amazingly stressful day, I am haunted with the erie quiet of my home. The TV playing in the background because I would probably go MAD if I sat in the quiet of my house.(I said quiet house didnt I?) ok, getting back to the quiet.....Wierd, it is either feast or famine...I am either soooo NOT alone, kids wanting money, wondering where their stuff is, kids talking about video games, (Which sounds like BLAH BLAH blah..to me). The constant humming of their cell phones receiving texts, all the complaining, fighting ....well you know. I pray for just a moment of quiet, a time to read the Bible, Pray or just to close my eyes for a moment. A time which is mine, all mine....Well it is here, did I say I was alone, really alone, like no one here...?...man so quiet, so alone, I can actually hear the clock above the mantle ticking. I really dont remember quiet ..being this loud! I have been sitting and writing here for a while and I have figured out something...(but I will so deny if anyone tell them teens of mine) I almost like the mayhem, the fighting and then the stomping upstairs to slam the door and lock it and I of course yelling up the stairs to unlock the door.... SO BRING IT ON...oh talk about timing...I hear them coming in now........ What was I thinking......................EEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-48146006509286416372008-02-27T19:42:00.000-08:002008-02-27T19:58:46.739-08:00Help,my kids eyes aren't attached properly.......<em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>I really must contact a physician, something is terribly wrong with my childrens eyes. No they were not born with it....it seemed to come on when puberty hit. It is so wierd and un-nerving to say the least...kinda scarey, I pray they get over this ailment soon. And the odd thing is, it only seems to attack the eyes of the daughter I have. I have heard that many young adolesent girls have suffered this ailment..I do believe it is even hereditary (from the mother side), I have read that it may be the ligament that holds the eyes in place somehow becomes loose making the eyes of a teen girl.....roll back, near the heads. Also, odd is that it seems to only happen when the parent talks to them..about anything really, boys, clothes and room cleaning. And if it is really bad it has been documented that their head also shakes back in forth in unison with the eye rolling.. It has been noted that this condition has cleared on its own, usually by college, but in rare circumstances it has still been seen at such times as weddings, births of children and any majoy event that a mother or parent has voiced an oppinion.</strong></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Moms, check your girls, and pray that this ailment doesn't happen to them. And if it does just try to wait it out.......and pray the WIND DOESNT CHANGE>>>>></strong></span></em>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-28193903975473386312008-02-18T14:30:00.000-08:002008-02-18T14:52:42.306-08:00ARE YOU EVER GOING TO BRUSH YOUR HAIR???<span style="font-family:georgia;">I know I have said that about a hundred times! No make that an infinant amount of times. My daughter so beautyful, hair women would kill for. Dark thick curly, more waves than tight curls. People have come up to her for years and admired her hair. And yes, of course she hates it, can't it be straight?, can't it be thinner?, can't I have bangs?, why can't it be lighter color. Why dont you understand? ( I dont know? mental defect I guess).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh the days that I actually brushed the hair, put the clips in put the bows in and actually washed it.... I know what at tease. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ever sense she hit Middle School it goes in a scruntchy, wet, dry, clean or dirty.!!! Everyone does it! (Which they do).... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She begged me to cut it, I did, not short always around shoulder length, thinking maybe she will curl it or something...then up again,...I dont know maybe I should pick my battles, which I try to do...but come on brush it, wash it...(I know then you will have to straighten it again, again the mental defect is showing).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Oh well, the thing that gives me such peace is knowing that one day, as my mother said to me....she will have one like herself. (Ok, I know, I had thick hair I hated to wash and comb, knotts in it..but we wont spend to much time on that one).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">And I do have boys, dont get me started on that..actually, they almost spend too much time on their hair! gotta get it cut and the gel!!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">OH well, I better go....Gotta wash my hair</span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1210384667127357760.post-77183163486268487362008-02-11T16:04:00.000-08:002008-02-11T16:26:30.605-08:00Rantings of a MAD MOM<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Well let me just begin by saying I am not mad...not inas much as angry, hostile, pissed, hotheaded, ( ok maybe alittle of that one). None of Websters, oops I mean Wilkapedia words of that nature.....however, I am MAD like crazed, looney, wierd, senile what other words could I include.? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">This will be a blog of imformation, advice and just my views of motherhood of the ages. For that matter the ages of 17, 14 and 12. Of mixed gender, abilities, talents, moods, etc...if you have children you will get this. And if you dont well, it just might change your mind....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I will have topics of WHYS? HELP me!!, WHAT?... and the ever popular...HAVE THEY LOST THEIR MINDS!...of course there is humor, cause what else do I have? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So stayed tuned and informed and share what you dare!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">mommy dearest</span>crazedmomofteenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07099403969291045303noreply@blogger.com2