Hey there! We aren't blogging here anymore. I'm at my new blawg here, come by for a visit.

Sister Sassy isn't really blogging anymore. Mostly because she wrote an entire gosh darned book for real!  I'm planning to give a copy away next week. I'll also include a link to her BOOK!

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Blog post is a \e-run, Yeah I'm with you folks   who wants to keep watching the the same episode ofRoss and Rachel break up?  Clearly, they were on a break.  Of sorts. haHaving gone through all that just to say:   The followinis a post I wrote a couple years ago but sister tSassy and I and I decided it's time to relaunch the old blawg and this is our way of doing it. Lazy,though it may be. I ass I assure you there  will be plenty of new posts on here to bring you up-to-date on my recovery from that bastard (pardon my coarse language) stroke I had and sister Sassy's new family members and the book she recently published!  You could say would been a hare bit busy uphere in the great North. My intention after catching yall upon the excitement of our lives is to go back toWhat I've always loved to write aboutried:  Tori Spelling movies, Hallmark movies, parenting and some Jesus  I'll also throw in some posts  abouts my passion for running It's a fairly new obsession, which makes a couple of my friends roll their eyes CLEANout of their heads at meThey are full of love for me but they hate the whole running thing while sitting cozy on the couch  One final note, my stroke left me one-handed, so i 'm dictating to Siri  Any mistakes are her fault.  She is my sworn enemy .  

ORIGINALPOST FROM2009:
I think I might be having a PANIC attack. Or I am just all nerved up because I am so angry at a bunch of fifth grade girls who think it's OK to pick on a kindergartner. My kindergartner to be exact.

Logan was at the bus stop and I was sitting at the end of our driveway waiting for him to be picked up so I could head to work. I was drinking my coffee and picking at my nail polish when I looked up and saw Logan kicking all the girls. Kicking them.

I was horrified and started shouting at him to stop. Then the bus came and I drove to work wondering how I had managed to raise a bully when I'm just a big old wimp myself.

When I picked Logan up later that day he told me the girls were calling him names and he didn't like it. It made sense to his 5 1/2 year old brain that the way to shut. them. up. was to kick them in the shins. And while it worked, I had to explain to him that I don't think kicking girls is cool. Even if they're obnoxious fifth graders who think it's OK to pick on a small child.

I want Logan to always defend himself, but I put an end to the kicking. I told him that if they start saying mean things again to just get in their faces and tell them to knock it off. Tell them they can't call him names. I also told him that girls can sometimes suck.

I certainly don't think all girls are mean. I was one of the nice ones. I hated watching the mean girls make fun of people, and whisper in front of others, and laugh when someone made a mistake. Why do they act that way? A friend of mine has a theory that mean girls have mean moms.

I told Logan I was going to wait with him at the bus stop the next morning. He begged me to not do that. He wanted to handle the situation all on his own. He didn't want his mama fighting his battle.

When he walked up to the bus stop the next day I was ready. If those girls did one single thing that seemed out of line, I was going to have a little chat with them. But they didn't do anything. As a matter of fact they were very nice and all the kids talked and laughed while they waited for the bus.

That night when I was putting Logan to bed I asked him about it. He said,
"I asked God to make them be nice. And he did."

Hmph. Alrighty then. Why hadn't I thought of that?

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OK. And in completely and totally unrelated -but-oh-so-freaking-happy news, Jenny Garth has signed on to reprise her role as Kelly Taylor on the new 90210.

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I'm back in Da Housee!

Hey y'all sister combat honeybunch is back in the house sorry for my long absence I had a stroke last summer and unable to blog and a long long time since I will have the use of one hand now, I'll be dictating this via Siiiri who is often a crack ho and messes things up so this turns into gibberish it's her fault. 

Way yes I did have a stupid stroke  for just a few days after running a half marathon after my stroke to relieve pressure from my brain I hadtwocraniotomy's Answwhich is just a fancy wayof  sayingbrain surgeries (soI'm pretty darn smart now) the doctorsto remove part of my scalp and thryplaced in my stomach to keep it alive which was the weirdest thing in the world because I could feel it through my belly       Anyway,I spent the entire summer in the hospital and following that withsix weeks at a nursing homecoming now  I'm now a pro at using a bedpans  now not something i ever wanted to learn about that was awful is a horrible experience 

I had to relearn how to walk and how to talk I know some like a computer with a mouthful of marbles I'm getting therapy followed that for those things I wentfrom being told I may never walk again to  up igwtting around in a wheelchair to know walking with   just using a straight cane.   
When I was in the hospital I don't know if this is while I was in A coma ,orjust lying in the bed but the words from a humnfrom the church of my childhood were stick in my head on auto-repeat   gaveme such comfort the songis based on believe Psalm 121 To theHi Ills I left my my eyes ahh from whence cmesmy help allmy  helpcomes from the Lord,never slumbers never sleeps    this gave me such comfort tell me that the Lord is not Sleeping on The job. 

All of this to say is that this time was from was probably seven or eight years old the church of my youth so if your parents are-wondering if the faith seeds you planting inyour kids Are taking 
rootI can tell you yes they are continue to fertilize and the plant that growlove it and talk to it

As most of you know I've always been a very independent motivated ambitious career focused person no I suspect most of my days as a sharded in my home watching Steve Harvey of all things I need a 
purpose y'all I want my life back so badly I need to be The wife and mom I used to be

Tom the bomb has been amazing through all this while he's still works full-time during the day and spends the evening taking care of me and and our son if I hadveto go to bathroom throughout the night he has to get up and help me which really does a lot in the romance department. 

My prayer is that the Lord restores me soon so I can be the mom that I need to be first Logan sake and the once I need to be for tom'ssake. 

Spent a lot of my time in the nursing home Prinkey my friends which is so much such a mature thing for me to do and once I returned I would print them and videotape it and post it on YouTube which I'm sure they loved. It was lots of fun y'all you do what you got to do when you're a shut-in to enjoy your day. Don't judge me Turn that this awful experience it's going be used to God's glory at some point I will be healed and I'll be able to minister to minister to others and help them along their journey of hardship

Butterfly Effect?

If you could go back in time and change something, would you?  Would you go back and try to make things different...better?  II wonder if I would I go back and save a boy who was 13 when I last saw him.  And would I be saving him for him, or for me?  Maybe both.  I have always felt like I failed him, I wanted to save him, protect him and yet I was only 18, I didn't know what to do or how to help.  So I left and I didn't look back, because looking back was too hard, too troubling and too hopeless.  Its hard looking at the things you know you can't change, watching helplessly as someone you care about makes mistakes or is used and abused. 

 

I have to remind myself I was only 18.  I was only 18.  But i knew.  I knew better.  I knew that growing up in that house could easily destroy him like it did his brothers.  Or the very least crush his spirit and kill his ambition.  And now, 15 years later this boy hurts and has tried to take his own life.  I guess I can't call him boy, he is no longer that bright eyed 13 year old I knew.  But I can't help wondering, could I have saved him from it all?  And if I had, would it have made his life better, or worse?  Would it have completely changed the path I was on in my life.  

 

Thats the hard part, there is never a way of knowing what could have been.  Mulling it over is an exercise in futility.   You just have to faith that all things happen as they should.