Previous month:
October 2009
Next month:
January 2010

down with the brown.

Our little boy has grown up. And I think I am going to hurl. Junior turned 16 years old last month and with this milestone, it is well known that he is now allowed to date. I never thought it would happen because we told him that he is welcome to date anyone he wanted--if he can afford it. Since he does not have a job, we never thought it would happen. We thought we were safe. At least for a long while.

We noticed some subtle changes the past few weeks:

  1. He has been on MySpace and Facebook more often (with supervision, of course). He was never one to partake in social networking before.
  2. He went through his 400 texts a month in 9 days. This boy does not like to talk let alone spell.
  3. He cares about what he wears.
  4. He showers. Without being threatened.

I didn't attribute all these good things to a real girl. Maybe she can get him to keep his room cleaner. And guess what? The girl is 15 years old, very protected by her family, and she is brown. I've loved her like my own daughter and she is a sweet girl, good in school, does not wear any makeup, and sings like an angel. She has been in our church choir for a couple of years and our families have always been close. The bad thing about her is that she has boobs. And now it is our jobs as parents to keep those two from discovering them. The two kids grew up playing video games together, basketball, and now tonsil hockey. Just kidding, husband. They remind us of US: hubby and I; white boy, brown girl. Good luck.

I don't know what to think. I am truly a parent of a teen. My husband has had THE talk with him before. I have tried to keep the lines of communication open. Remember this? I obviously don't know what I am doing. So in this case, I am letting my husband do all the talking.

we now return to our regulary scheduled program.

So. What's new? I have sadly neglected my blog for the past few months and I am happy to be back. I think. Blogging has been difficult for me lately. It's been quite stressful for us here. Hubby lost his job a little over 3 weeks ago and that has been quite challenging for our household. Living on one income is something new to us and we have definitely had to take a step back and reexamine the way we were living. We took way too many things for granted. We ate out a lot. We went to the grocery store, bought tons of food, and let much of it go to waste in the fridge. We complained about our jobs. Now, it's a different way of life. We have consciously prepared our own food at home. We buy only what we need. Junior brings his lunch to school. I bring my lunch to work. We drive only one car to save on gasoline. We returned things to the store that we do not need. We turn off anything electrical that is not in use. In this winter season, we bundle up instead of turning up the heater. We don't go out.

If anything good came out of this, it's that we don't take things for granted anymore. We are grateful for our friends and family. We are grateful that we are not starving, that we still have a roof over our heads, that I still have a room full of scrapbooking supplies that could last me for years, that I still have a job. We are thinking positive, dammit!

This past Thanksgiving has been that- a time of giving thanks. We visited hubby's family and ate there. Then we proceeded to our own home where we assigned dishes to family members and made it the best potluck ever. My sister attempted her first turkey and we both molested the poor bird while looking for the giblets. We never did find it until after it was done cooking. Ew. That bag of turkey guts looked like a big misshapen scrotum. That's for all the nurses out there. Anyway, even after the giblet mishap, we still had a lovely time.

Giblets IMG_0325
My sisters and I took a Snuggie photo with my mom. So did hubby and Junior. You probably can't find my husband in all that pink glory. He blends right in with his pink skin.



My nephew is 11 months old and he can walk now! Holy crap! He is getting so big, so independent, and so bad! He likes to take the car keys and honk the car alarm. He likes the sound. In my house, we beat the children, but in my brother's house, it seems they enjoy them and spoil them. Here he is telling us that he is turning one soon!


In this cold holiday season, all I need is my family, a pink Snuggie, some hanky panky, and giblets. Not necessarily in that order. Amen.