Here’s What Manhattan Looks Like

If you’ll read the post before this one you will see that I was under a world of distress because Heather had just told me she was moving out and going to Manhattan. I was in a state of panic along with being scared to death about what would happen. Well today I was able to stop my worries … about that anyway. She chose to do the smart thing and not move to Manhattan BUT her Manhattan turned into her first car … which is good to a degree. Heather doesn’t have the best track record when it come to driving so now instead of worrying about her being a bazillion miles away I get to worry about her out driving her OWN car. Lord protect her and keep the lead out of her foot!!

Take a look at Heather’s Manhattan: This is Manhattan!



What do you think of when you hear the word Manhattan? Well to me the first thing that came to mind was, of course, Manhattan Transfer … I am from that era! Unfortunately that is not what my daughter was referring to when she used the word Manhattan. No … in fact she wasn’t even thinking about music. To be honest with you … I’m not really sure what she is thinking!

Anyway … Heather dropped the bomb this morning that she is moving to Manhattan when she gets her tax refund. Like she’s really going to be able to live in Manhattan on what she gets back from Uncle Sam. Not to mention that she knows absolutely NO ONE in New York, much less in Manhattan. The closest she has ever come to leaving home was a short stint in Gainesville, GA a few summers ago where she ended up calling me in the middle of the night to come and get her because an unfortunate situation she had gotten in to left her scared, homeless, jobless and without anything more than the shirt off her back. When I picked her up from a convenience store in Gainesville she was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. I picked her up, brought her home, and she had absolutely nothing. Everything had been broken, stolen, lost, or sold for what little money she could get to live on. At any rate … I brought her home and helped her get started over … and Lord what we’ve been through since then.

Heather and Stasha have never really gotten along with each other and as they’ve gotten older it’s only gotten worse. Neither of them is directly to blame. They are both very stubborn, hard headed, and jealous of each other although I’m not really sure why. Neither one of them seem to want to channel their anger, with each other, into something positive. They want to lash out at each other and keep everything in an uproar all the time. Sometimes it’s not very pleasant around my house!! Stasha has issues … no doubt … and she does poorly with displaying her anger. She gets very loud and obnoxious. She has also been know to be somewhat violent on occasion, that however has improved since she became a Mom. She still gets loud and says things I don’t approve of but she doesn’t lash out physically. Heather is totally the opposite. When she gets angry enough to unleash she gets in a vehicle with one of her friends and takes off. Then we can only speculate as to what she is doing. Recently she has taken up drinking. Not just an occasional drink but more like binge drinking. It’s not been pleasant! My father was an alcoholic and I hated living in that situation. I still cringe when I think about how mean and hateful he was when he was drinking.

Anyway …. Now Heather has decided she wants to move to NY with this new friend and to get away from the family that, in her words, hates her.  Apparently this friend’s parents have a rental house in Manhattan they are going to let the girls live in. I think it’s great that she is wanting to venture out into the world and become an independent person. She will be 23 in a few days and it’s time she move out and make a life for herself.  What’s my dilemma then you ask? My dilemma is this … Heather is doing this out of anger. She’s isn’t responsible enough to take on ‘the big city’ and definitely not do it out of anger! She doesn’t have a job to go to when she gets there and she had NO money in reserve. While her tax refund is decent it won’t last a month in Manhattan and with the state of the economy now days … finding a job won’t be easy or even start to cover the expenses. She only has a GED and some training in being a cook. Other than that … nothing! How in the world is she going to live and survive in Manhattan? She has NO sense of safety and she will trust anybody that’s nice to her. If you cross her path then she goes into ‘royal’ mode and my ultimate fear is that she will be swallowed up in the streets of NY and end up a causality.

What’s really sad … I can’t do anything about it … she’s grown in years but she’s still a child in reason.

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Snow N Stuff

It happened again this week. We had snow … not just a slight dusting but a decent measurable amount that closed down schools and daycare centers as well as caused several business openings to be delayed or closed for the day. This was a result of a “storm” that moved through on Wednesday night into Thursday morning. Some would say “no big deal” but it is for us here in Franklin, NC. We are 18 days into the new year and this is the second time this has happened. I can’t remember the last time we actually saw a decent measurable amount of snow on the ground, twice within a few days of each other AND to have the weather talk about more snow on the way. Weather persons are saying we could get more snow tonight and tomorrow. For those north and west of here who are use to virtual blizzards every winter, they will laugh at my amazement with 3-4 inches of snow that is usually melted away in a couple of days.

All that said to say this … the last winter I remember seeing this kind of weather around here we ended up with the Blizzard of 1993. That was the year that was much like “The Boy Who Cried Wolf.” I had heard all I wanted to hear about a pending snow storm only to have hopes and dreams crushed by seeing the temperatures rise and we end up getting a pot load of RAIN instead of the fluffy white stuff we were expecting. Well in March of 1993 everybody around here was pretty much sick of hearing about the pending snow storms and I had plans for a long weekend away from home. I had a sitter arranged for the kids and I, along with my husband Doug (who is now my X), mother, and step-father, was headed out of town to enjoy some relaxing free time. On a beautiful Friday morning we packed up and took off. We reached our destination fairly early in the day, checked into the lodge, then went shopping and sight seeing. Around dusk we went to dinner. Going into the restaurant I was in jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt and I remember looking at my mama and saying “I believe it’s getting cooler” followed by her saying “I agree”. We had an enjoyable dinner and then just sat and talked for a while. As we were leaving the restaurant Doug asked me if I saw what he thought he saw and of course I thought he was insane until I looked over the street into the lights and saw an occasional snowflake fall. I only looked at him but chose not to respond. I definitely did not want to alarm my step-father who would have worried himself sick if he had realized it was beginning to snow. My step-father was not one to be out late nor was he one who wanted anything to do with being out in bad weather OR to be away from home in bad weather. I knew if this blizzard the weather folks were talking about actually materialized we would be in trouble.

Anyway … we went back to the lodge and said our goodnights. Doug and my room was on the back side of the lodge with a balcony that overlooked the river. Mom & my step-father’s room was just around the corner from us. I called to check on the girls and they were excited because it was snowing at home. They were anxious to get out and play in it the next day. I reminded them to bundle up and be careful, told them I would call on Saturday to check on them, told them I loved them and said goodnight. I got ready for bed and tucked in to snuggle with my husband and enjoy a long peaceful nights sleep. We feel asleep early and Doug woke up around 1am, went to the bathroom, then started out on the balcony to see what the weather was doing. He opened the balcony door and in almost a shout all he could say was “$%^#, we’re in trouble.” I got up and went to the door to see what he was ‘complaining’ about and almost passed out. It was barely past 1am, we had been sleeping since about 9:30ish PM and when we feel asleep it wasn’t doing anything outside … actually you could see the moon peaking through the clouds … now a few short hours later there was about 8 inches of snow on the ground and it was still pouring down. The flakes were so large they looked like big goose feathers floating from the sky. We closed the door and went back to bed. In less than 10 minutes the phone in our room was ringing and it was my mama calling to tell us it was snowing. DUH … we already knew that. We told her to go back to bed and to not worry. As long as the power didn’t go off we would be fine. During the rest of the night Doug and I were both up and down watching to see when the snow would end. IT DIDN’T!! We finally got up for good around 7am on Saturday morning. By then there was about 17 inches of snow with no end in sight. Luckily we had not lost power so we were still able to stay warm. We knew we would have to do something about food for breakfast and food to sustain till we could get out of there and get home.

We were watching the news and that’s when the horror struck … we were stranded … there was two routes home and the roads for both were closed ‘until further notice’. This snow storm was predicted to continue throughout the day and possibly into the night. That couldn’t be true because I needed to get home to my babies. We called to check on them and was lucky enough to get through before the phone lines went down … only to find out that the power had gone off at home around midnight the night before and there was about 29 inches of snow with high winds and full blizzard conditions. My girls cried begging me to come home … I cried begging them not to cry and telling them I would get home as soon as I could. I was ready to walk … anything … I needed to get home to my babies.

Well this scenario continued until the wee hours of the morning on Wednesday morning. I woke up early and turned on the TV to find out that one of the passages home had been cleared and opened up for travel. I jumped out of bed and started throwing all of our stuff in the suitcases, called my Mom and told her to get packed cause we were going home. By daybreak we were packed up, loaded up, and ready to hit the road.

It took us about 5 1/2 hours to get home on what normally would have been about a 2 hour drive but at least we were home. Still no power when we got home and the waterlines in our home were busted but thank the good Lord we were home and we had the girls and we were all back together safely. It took about 2 weeks for us to dig completely out from under the 36 or so inches of snow and to clean up the mess left behind but it definitely left a memory that will never be forgotten either by me or by my girls.

I feel the winter weather we are experiencing here is much like the winter of 1993 and I fear that we will experience another major snowstorm that will shut this little town down. The area I live in is much like a little one horse retirement town and major snow reeks havoc for all who lives here.

Weird Cravings & NO I’m NOT Pregnant!!

Ya know how sometimes you just, kinda out of no where, get a weird craving? Well … here where I live it’s 9:47am on Tuesday morning and I just got the weirdest craving. I want a Double-Double with cheese, an order of fries, and a strawberry shake. OK OK OK … your saying it’s not weird to crave a flipping cheeseburger for breakfast … YES IT IS … when the only place I know of to get a DOUBLE DOUBLE Cheeseburger is in California, Nevada, or Arizona and I live in NORTH CAROLINA!! I’m not sure what inspired this humongous craving I have for In-N-Out Burger this morning but it is absolutely about to consume my every thought for existence!  If any of you live near In-N-Out Burger … PLEASE go have a burger for me!!


Week in Review

It’s been CRAZY this week. We celebrated Lil Man’s 1st birthday, his 1 yr doctor visit and those 1 yr shots … ouch! Of course the wicked stomach bug had to attack my household this week and Stasha still isn’t feeling up to par. She’s the one that takes forever to get over being sick.

Tax season officially kicked off this week so free time is NULL AND VOID. In the past Sunday is the only day of the week I have to look forward to and that usually requires that laundry be done and housework be done, cooking, shopping, etc… WELL I’ve made a decision … I’m NOT doing it this tax season. I will work the required 6 day week, whatever the shift may be, work what extra overtime hours I’m allowed to work in order to reach my financial goal this season, and outside of that I’m NOT being a maid to a home I hardly get to see this time of year.  I’m going to take Sunday OFF.  I’ll go to Church and I’ll cook (just so I’ll have food to eat during the week!), and I’m going to spend any other time I have playing with Lil Man!  He’s growing up way to fast for me to waste time on trivial stuff that will be there when he is grown. So what if I don’t get the laundry finished? So what if my house actually looks like someone lives in it rather than it being spotless?  I can always pile it in the bedrooms and shut the doors right? But one thing I can’t do is make Lil Man little again and enjoy him being a baby … right?? Someone verify that my way of thinking is correct!!!  Please!!!  I can take a week off in the summer to clean my house and put it back in order … OR to play with Lil Man instead!!  Can you tell that I’m a proud Nana?

On to other things …

Life has, for the most part, been good to me.  I’ve had my ups and downs as I’m sure everyone has. I can’t say that one has been any worse than another but I’m fortunate to be where I am in life and to be happy … most of the time. Occasionally I will see something, hear something, or just get a feeling that will bring back a memory then I find myself getting all sentimental and stuff.  This can be a good thing sometimes … other times … I simply drop my head, close my eyes to force away the tears, take a deep breath, sigh, and I just get sad.  I’ll spare you the details but that happened this morning. No matter how much I continue to lie to myself and tell myself I’m good with this mixed emotion situation … it still makes me sad.  I no longer get bitter and angry when it comes to mind … I just get sad and feel lonely.


Lil Man’s Birthday

What’s not to love about a baby’s 1st birthday? Lil Man had so much fun. As you can see he enjoyed his own personal cake the most! Unfortunately all that cake wasn’t the best thing for him. Shortly after getting him home from his party he ended up with a stomach bug that made Lil Man real unhappy for about 12 hours. He’s all better now and he’s back to his normal funny little self! More pictures are posted here … Birthday Party Pics

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