Friday, May 30, 2008

May 30, 1986

On this special day, twenty-two years ago..., my first child was born. After many many years of surgeries, medications, doctors and the heartbreak of being told I would never have children.., the Lord let everyone know who is in charge.

I was thrilled beyond any words and so was Dr. Lanford. When he confirmed that I was indeed pregnant, we both laughed, hugged and cried. I was going to be a Mommy.

My special craving with Justin was "Frosted Flakes." I would get up in the middle of the night, sit cross-legged on the couch and eat a big ol "Jethro" bowl full of Frosted Flakes.

At 8:11 am on Friday, May 30th, 1986..., Justin Defoye Horton was born. Weighing in at seven pounds fifteen and one half ounces and was twenty-one inches long. He had brown hair with a little reddish tint and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen (he still does).

I can still feel that joy and the fast beating of my heart when the nurse brought him through the door, all swaddled in a white blanket with blue and pink stripes. I breathed the words, "My baby."

These past twenty-two years have been absolutely amazing. He is a wonderful, loving young man who still loves to kiss and hug his "Mom." I am so proud of this young man and it has been my honor to be chosen as his Mother.

Thank you Lord, for this very incredible gift that you have given me..., my son.

Happy 22nd birthday Justin. I love you more than I could ever say. I pray God's blessing on your life as you continue to walk this journey.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Favorite Smells....,

I just finished one of those survey things that people send you. The ones where people are trying to find out more about you. I can't help myself, I just love those. It reminds me of the "Slam" books that we use to pass around in Junior High. Does anybody remember those? You'd sign your name by a certain number in the front of the book and then you would make your comments about people and leave your number underneath. Kids at that age could be so mean!

Anyway, one of the questions on this little survey was; "What is your favorite smell?" I'm going to get you guys to write on my blog page one way or another, so here goes.

1. Freshly ground coffee
2. Fresh cut grass
3. Clean baby
4. Clean sheets
5. Cinnamon toast
6. Cherry pipe tobacco (*)

You don't have to leave a certain number of answers, just let me hear from you. It gets lonely out here.

(*) I have asthma and I really can't inhale the smoke but, I do love to smell cherry pipe tobacco, a cigar and a freshly lit cigarette. They bring back good childhood memories.

You can also leave your answers on my e-mail:

Saturday, May 17, 2008


Hi guys! I'm back on-line. Just had a few things to catch up on. I'm so glad you missed me.

Meredith finished up her Spring soccer season this morning. Not a good season but, she had fun and she gave as good as she got. She's playing with much older girls who are stronger and bigger so, they feel they can have a shoving match and an elbow or two to the ribs with the younger girls. I looked up twice and Meredith was on the ground one time and then the girl she was covering was on the ground the next. My cousin asked me if Meredith gets fired up when she's angry and I said "Yep." On one of her earlier soccer teams, her coach would ask me if I had made her mad yet? She plays better when she's mad.

Justin is in Virgina with his racing team. It's in his blood, what can I say?

Everything else seems to be about the same on the homefront. My four-legged babies are a hoot and Ronnie is still a pain in the butt. My cousin (Larry) told me this morning that's a "man" thing and Ronnie agreed. He says he loves to pick on me and get me fired up. The thing is, I'm not as cute as Meredith when I'm mad and my B/P goes up and I say really bad words. Why does he do that?

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


I'm off-line. Blog you later.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Prayer Request

Please pray for my niece, Casey and her husband Jott Blackwell. Jott's Mom, Marla Blackwell, was killed in a car accident late Friday night.

Marla was 45 years old and a teacher in Cherokee County. She is survived by her husband, Tim, another son, Josh, a daughter, Angel and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rolliston.

Thanks guys, you know how much I love you and appreciate your prayers.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

7th Grade

I will be so glad when this school year is over!! I thought last year was bad but, this year takes the cake.

What in the world is wrong with some kids today? They are absolutely horrible and obnoxious. Last year we had to deal with girls "bullying" Meredith. I went to the school twice, talked with the assistant Principal, threatened to sit in class with Meredith for the duration of the school year and make the school a drive through if I had to come back. Problem solved.

Fast forward to Junior High. Ronnie has already been to the school once this year because two boys took Meredith's drink at lunch and drank it. Another boy called her a witch with a "B." Last week, the two boys that had taken her drink at lunch, brought condoms from home and were throwing them around the room. That same week, the boy behind her was making vulgar gestures and rocking her desk back and forth. She got the teacher's attention when she turned around and slapped her hand down on his desk.

Today, a boy took her milk off of her tray and licked the outside of the carton!! The principal gave her another milk and took the boy to the office. What is going on with these boys?? Are they mentally challenged are just idiots? I personally opt for the latter.

We had bullys and obnoxious, vulgar boys who acted like idiots but, we could take matters into our own hands. I cannot tell you how many guys I smacked in the face with a book for making their trashy comments to me. I took great pleasure in making their noses bleed. I admit that I spent some time in the Principal's office but I didn't mind, those idiots boys kept their mouths shut.

In addition to the bullys and the potty mouths, we have a daily drama with the other girls! Every day it's some kind of crisis with these little divas. They're spiteful, hateful and jealous. You have to wear your hair a certain way and buy your clothes at the mall or they make all manner of fun.

I've been through the teen years with a boy and in July, I will start a very difficult journey with a teenaged girl. I already know that having a boy baby is easier that having a girl baby. We kind of breezed through Justin's teen years with very little drama but, I know in my heart of hearts, this is not to be the case with Meredith.

She already thinks she knows more than I do, when it comes to most things. The fact that I am 41 years older than she is may present a problem also. She's really a sweet girl but, she does have her times and, I'm not so sure I have the patience to do this at my age.

I know we'll get there. The road may be a little rough at times but, we'll make it.

In the meantime, please pray that I don't have to go to school again. As much as I would love to take these little snot-nosed boys and, knock their heads around on their shoulders, I must remain calm.

We only have 16 more days left in this school year, surely I can keep from popping one of them for that long. This is why I'm not a teacher.

And a class of 7th grade boys just heaved a collective sigh.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Get a life and quit interrupting mine!!

Okay, here goes..., telemaketers!! I am so sick of my phone ringing 35 times a day and 33 of the calls are telemarketers. Get a real job! Get a life! I hate the telephone anyway, I only talk on it when it's necessary. I'm an "eye" person, which means I like to look at yours when I'm talking to you.

On the rare ocassion that I answer these telemarketing calls, I try to be polite and listen to them and then when I can get a word in I very politely tell them I'm not interested in more insurance, gutters, siding or carpet cleaning. We have hardwood floors in most of the house so we don't need carpet cleaning.

When you tell them you are not interested, they get inulted and start to argue with you. I've even had them be so rude as to hang up on me just because I told them I don't have termites and have no need of their services.

Yesterday I answered the phone at my Mom's house. The guy asked to speak to "Margaret" and I told him she was unavailable at the moment and could I take a message? He then asked to speak to "Johnny." My reply was, "well sir, it's long distance because my Dad has been in heaven for almost four years." The guy was absolutely speechless, I would have loved to have seen the look on his face. He replied, "oh I'm so sorry." I told him that we miss Daddy but we're very glad that he's in heaven. I suggested that he make a note and from now on, just don't call this number again. I believe he was still stuttering when I hung up.

I have taken to answering the phone with an accent, pretending that I don't really understand English. Some of them don't speak English either so, what we have here is a language barrier. I've also said that the Wall family is on a long extended vacation and I'm just there to water the plants and feed the dogs. I do so hate it when they call in the middle of dinner. As you can tell, I don't like to miss a meal.

Next to driving on the road with total idiots, telemarketers are my very least favorite people. Is there a such thing as "phone rage?" If there is, I have that too.