Well I know I havent been around much and yall have forgotten who I am...so let me remind you. Around here, we waste nothing and we speak up for those who cannot...so tonight when the truck in front of me hit a doe and kept on going as if nothing happened. I pulled over to be sure she was dead. She wasnt, but her back leg was badly broken..and she could only get up on her front legs. I had my friend, who lives a few houses down from the drive by ride back with me to put her out her misery with a rifle shot to the head. It would have taken her days to die from a broken leg....why are people so inconsiderate and wasteful?
After that Adam went back and picked her up in the truck, and brought her home where I gutted her, skinned her out, and butchered the meat for one fine Valentine's Day Supper. That tenderloin is going to taste pretty good with some biscuits, gravy, and a big glass of sweet tea!
THE PICS BELOW ARE GRAPHIC AND BLOODY, NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR VEGETARIANS!!!!...SO DO NOT PROCEED IF THAT IS YOU!!!





Until Next Time, Misty

Often times when my son Maverick is tired, he has a huge problem making decisions. He will ask me can he do something and as soon as I say yes, he will change his mind and say "nevermind". He will do this to a point where I am so frustrated from having him annoy me, that I will tell him what it is that he has to do....and most of the time that is "Go to Bed!".

Prime example of this behavior, that happened tonight and not only landed Maverick in the bed....but with a spanking from our friend wooden spoon, also known as "Woody"!

Maya, my daughter, has been banned from TV until her room is clean. She is in the process of transferring all her clothes etc to a new dresser...so I have given her some leeway to go thru things thoroughly. She got the dresser the weekend before last though, and I am starting to lose my patience. I wouldnt allow Maverick to watch TV in the living room because Maya can see it from there, and she will watch it instead of doing as she is asked. I told Maverick he could watch TV upstairs or do something quiet in his room. He chose to play basketball, not quiet....so I asked him to stop that or go to bed. He stopped, came into my room and asked me if he could take the foster puppy, Kisses, out to potty and then play with her in the living room.

Even though I was frustrated, I said yes. It took him about two seconds to lose interest in that,and we all know that pups have to be supervised. So I told him to put her in her crate and get ready for bed. He went into some sort of fit of RAGE!! To me that says , "I'm tired, way past my limit!, and I need you to be the Mom and put me to bed!"

Apparently he did not agree. He turned blood red, starting screaming "I want to play with Kisses, I'm not tired, I'm not going to bed, I not going to sleep I'm just going to sit here!"...and then he foamed at the mouth like a rabid dog. He did get up and head in the direction of his bedroom, but when we got to the door he pushed me. It didnt hurt, he only weighs about 45 pounds, but the fact that he thought he could made me so mad! I tell that kid all the time that if had been first he would be an only child. He knows I'm kidding, and that I love him. He rarely gets in trouble, but I think lately he is going thru some kind of phase. He is acting out more often.

And right now I'm tired, so I dont have too much patience. The fit happened less than fifteen minutes ago and he is already asleep! I have spanked that kid maybe seven times in his whole life, and now looking back maybe I reacted to quickly. I try very hard to try every other possible way to reason with them, and or discipline them without spanking them. When I do spank them, it always on the buttocks..and only two licks. I dont use any kind of negative punishment with the dogs at all, because I know that their minds dont work in the way humans do....so does that also mean that I'm a hypocrite for spanking my kids? What say you Xanga, do you spank your kids? Why or why not?
Until Next Time,
Misty
PS ..Maya just came to tell me that she has a rough draft of an essay due tomorrow, and she isnt finished. Nine O' clock is bedtime around here for kids under 12. I asked her why she wasnt done, and she said "you told me to clean my room". She has me there, but she did tell me earlier that she was done with her homework. She is having a hard year , grades wise. She went from being a Beta Club student to having two C's on her midterm. Maybe I'm the one at fault here????

As a child I was one of "those"....the one who never fit in, the one who nobody understood, blah..blah...blah effin blah. I was once attacked here on Xanga by one of those southern "honey, bless your heart, we aren't in high school anymore" kinda bloggers...thing is, she was still in high school!
Whatevs...as she would say, the point I'm trying to make here is that I always looked forward to growing up. I think that might be part of the reason why I married and had children so young. I am also one of those who has to learn things the hard way, make her own mistakes....so I cant say that many didnt try to warn me. I know "life" isnt supposed to be easy, but I had no idea that even at 33 I'd still be "tested".
I will put my "I'm so thankful" posts with the smiling pictures of family on facebook.com, because I know that there are many people who are in worse condition than me.



 Sometimes though, and I know I shouldn't, I compare myself to those more fortunate....often wondering why them and not me. I work so hard, deal with all the hands I've been dealt with maturity, and yet here we are without a dollar to our name again!
I believe in a higher being, and the power of positive thinking.....but I also believe in karma, and that you get what you give. I give, and give, and give..and it doesn't seem to get my anyplace. We have our patches of times when we dont have to "worry" about money, health, etc...but they are far and few between.
I wonder, if this thing that everyone likes to refer to as "life" will ever be less hard?