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IEP SchmIEP… March 25, 2014

Filed under: 2014,mama stuff,Nub — Jenny H. @ 5:00 pm
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For some ridiculous reason I still get nervous when it comes to Nub’ s IEP. Yep, it’s that time of year again. The dreaded IEP. But honestly? His team and school freaking rock. His soon-to-be 5th grade teacher has already requested he be in her class. Like back in the Fall. Seriously. He is beloved by the staff at his school, and most of his class. It helps tremendously in fostering his sense of confidence in his surroundings.


That having been said, he only has one more year there. And then we move on to middle school. I think perhaps the one saving grace is that all the children from his elementary school will also move up with him. Other than that? Unchartered waters, y’all. I know one sixth grade teacher. That’s it. One.


We don’t do well with change. Or transitions. I’ve started talking to him about it because anytime ANYTHING changes in his routine it’s best to begin talking about said change as soon as possible. And as often as possible. During the academic year they have Math/Science Nights at the middle school and I think that might help him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. I’ll do whatever it takes. I am Mama, hear me roar and all that.


I’m also slightly worried about whether he’ll continue to be mainstream, with a para or classified as special ed. He’s unbelievably smart and he needs to be challenged constantly. I worry they won’t be prepared enough for him. And I’m worried about Common Core and how that will affect him. I have a list of questions a mile long, y’all. At least. I’m going into this meeting as prepared as I can possibly be. It’s my job. If I don’t advocate for my son, who will?


I got this, y’all. Just sayin’…Image


Spring Is So Not The Thing… March 19, 2014

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jenny H. @ 10:19 pm

Our weather has been rather interesting this Winter. To say the least. I’ve been so excited that Spring is almost upon us(tomorrow!) and I’ve been planning my garden like a fiend. What plants I want, ways of dealing with common garden pests(Yes, I’m looking right at you tomato worms. You’re going down this year. Down, I say!), combinations of vegetables to plant together, etc. It’s basically what has kept me sane during all this cold ass weather and the resulting craziness of three boys stuck inside the house.

So with all that having been said, guess who saw a reputable meteorologist mention the possibility of the “S” word for next week? You have gotta be kidding me. It’s Spring(tomorrow!). Say it with me, Spring. That means flowers and yard work. Not snow and colder weather. That’s Winter. Which it most certainly is not. 

Mother Nature, you are drunk. Get it together, sistah.


The Stuffs… February 28, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — Jenny H. @ 4:00 am
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Not a lot of posts in the ol’ February, eh? Yeah, me neither. At first I kind of got all sucked into the Winter Olympics. Until I noticed the terrible coverage. And that the lovely media didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about NOT divulging the FREAKING results. Seriously. So annoying. Plus, the courses seemed to be causing some issues amongst the athletes. It was just really disjointed to me. And not at all the embodiment of what I feel the Olympics truly stand for. So disappointed, y’all.

And then there was the bidness of every day life. The hubs is back in school. It snowed. Twice. Which threw my poor state into utter chaos because we don’t really do snow. And ice. The ice was prolly the worst part. It was just a hot ass mess. Add in a power outage and a kid with Autism? Good times. Add in two more children and both adults? We’re lucky it didn’t turn into The Shining up in here. Sheesh.

All in all? Yeah, I’m ready for March. This cold weather is for the birds. C’mon Spring!


Drama, Drama, Drama… February 9, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — Jenny H. @ 1:07 am


I really, really, REALLY need to remember this little jewel.

Because honestly? Some of you people out there are nuttier than a fruitcake. And so not in the fun Dharma-esque way. Which is the epitome of ridiculousness when you consider the fact that we are all middle aged. But whatevs.

Imma be all not my circus, not my monkeys, man…

See what I did there?


The One With The Derby… January 26, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — Jenny H. @ 3:12 am

Today was my very first experience with the Pinewood Derby. It was interesting, to say the least. Lots of build-up and tons of excitement. Adults included! Let’s not forget about the cake either. You know how I feels about the cake…but that’s neither here nor there. The real story lies in the derby cars themselves. Or should I say the father’s of the boy’s who had derby cars? You be the judge…

My understanding of the theory behind the Pinewood Derby is a bonding experience between parent and child. A fun experience with your chirrens. But, and you knew there had to be one. The kids are supposed to do the majority of the work themselves. Should I repeat that? THE KIDS ARE SUPPOSED TO DO THE MAJORITY OF THE WORK THEMSELVES.

Wanna guess where this is going? Yeah. It ain’t pretty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as competitive as they come. But this is for the kids! When you bring in your “son’s” car and go through registration and weigh in, and then bring it to the table where it will sit under my watchful eye(untouched by anyone!) and then actually have the gall to ask me if it really has to stay on the table because you worked so hard on it. C’mon, man. Really? Every single adult in that gym knew that your son had nothing to do with that car. Which is really sad because there’s an adult category. Seriously.

What are you teaching your children? You have to win no matter what? If you can’t do something, don’t worry, Dad will? Good job. I suppose you expect them to always get a trophy too, eh? Too bad that isn’t how it works in the real world. You are setting your children up for failure. And for what? A plastic trophy?

I guess I must be crazy. My children came up with their designs and their dad and grandpa cut them out. They sanded them. They painted them, with very little help from me. Were they perfect in every way? Not even close. Did they win any trophies? Nope. Not a one. Did they have the best day ever(their words!)? Damn skippy they did. And that means more to me than any trophy or award.

Which is the entire point.


Being A Grown Up Blows… January 23, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — Jenny H. @ 10:29 pm

Very rarely do I ever wish to revert back to childhood and those carefree days where my biggest worry involved getting the newest Barbie. Except for days like today. Days where you discover the parent of one of your dearest friends unexpectedly passed away. And you are just gobsmacked with grief and sorrow.

Days like this? Blow. Because you have to do grown up things like call his wife and say all those meaningless words you say when someone you love dies. I hate that. I never feel like I say the right things, but I say them anyway. I feel like it’s maybe not quite so much what you say, just that you’re saying it. And listening to them talk about their grief. Just being there. In that moment, with them.

The viewing is tonight and my husband is paying our respects on his way to work. The funeral is in the morning and I’ve already made arrangements to drop Bub off at his grandparents so I can attend the funeral. Because that’s also part of being a grown up. My least favorite part. But that’s what you do. You pay your respects and show your love and support for the family.

And I have a lot of love and respect for this family. So I will be there. Because it isn’t really about me anyway. Even though it’s hard and I’d much rather be worrying about the newest Barbie.


Why I Write… January 17, 2014

Filed under: 2014 — Jenny H. @ 5:30 am

I’ve seen lots of articles, conversations, etc lately blaming social media for just about everything you can think of. Divorce, adultery, neglecting your children, promoting your children and so on. Ad nauseam. Quite frankly, I think it’s a bit of a cop out.

I started this blog, a hundred years ago. For reasons I’ve mostly forgotten. Except for one. The big one. The main one. I like to write. Pure and simple. I never thought about making money. I just wrote. About all sorts of stuff. All the times. And then as time went on life kind of intervened. Or maybe it was that third child. Who knows? I just stopped writing. Every so often I’d get a semi wild hair and post sporadically, and then off the grid again. It was just life, man.

I never once, in all these years, used my blog to validate myself. Or my opinions. Or really anything, for that matter. I just wrote about whatever was on my mind at the time. I tried to be honest and real. Not for anyone in particular. Just for myself. Because I enjoyed it. Because I could.

This year I’m turning 40. And I’m excited. I’m trying new things and I’m being brave in ways I’ve never been before. Last week I took the Jeopardy online test, and rocked it. In two weeks I’m doing a 5k with some girlfriends. The first of twelve, one a month. It will probably kill me dead, but I’m doing it. Happily and joyfully. As I’ve said before, my time might not be very good but it ain’t gonna get any better on the couch! This is the Year of Me and I am loving it. I’m also slowly rediscovering my love of writing. Not because I have to, but because I finally feel like I have something to say again.

All that having been said, I love social media. It allows me to keep up with friends and family who live far away. They get to see pictures of the boys as they grow up. It makes my heart happy. I don’t think I post things on there for reactions, attention or personal validation either. For me, it’s fun and silly, and a chance to talk to my friends. I’m not neglecting my children, nor do I feel I’m promoting them. I’m just being a SAHM. I do homework with my boys, we eat dinner together every night, we play outside, we also do fun crafts/experiments together, and a multitude of other things. Trust me when I tell you, I’m as IN the moment with them as you can get. I’m fully aware that they are only this age for a short time, and its time I can never get back. I get it. I get it and it slightly depresses the hell out of me because time is passing too damn fast for me.

I’m just trying to hang on and enjoy the ride, y’all…



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