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Thursday, March 12, 2015


So, the Hunter saga continues.  Things were really getting out of control, it got to the point that he was not caring about himself or us.  We had told him he had three choices, check into rehab, get help locally, or move out. He went a week and didn't talk to us.  He made the choice to move out.  Ok, that was his be it.   Then he decided not to move out.  We told him he could drive his car to work, but that was it.  We got to where we took his car keys every evening.
Last week he went to watch a basketball game, of course he drank, and while walking home he was attacked.  He was hit on the back of his head, went to his knees, and was kicked in the face.  Nope, don't know who or why.  To make a long story short, he had surgery on his broken jaw, has a concussion, and fractured ribs.

What I want to say is that I know there are going to be blessings to come out of this...first of all Hunter is alive.  He can't smoke for 6 weeks.  And I believe a little light has gone off in his head about his life style.

But...I would love to catch these guys that did this...I really would.  Am I am tired of people telling he that God will take care of them...I know that.  But as a Mother whose son has been so hurt....I want to hurt them.  Would I do it...only In My dreams.  I would make sure the cops got them and pressed charges.  I get so tired of evil people winning.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Hunter, Hunter, Hunter

I have become a true redneck.  Well sort of.  Hunter was drunk all night, this morning I found him outside sitting in his truck, drunk.  Window was down, and it was the coldest night of the winter, like 10 degrees.  He wouldn't come in the house, so I told him to stay out there and freeze.  Came back in, got under my blankets to get warm and then I get a phone call. He had driven to my Mother's old house and had walked in.  He was upset because they were doing contrustion work on the house.  The people told him to get out.  The thing that got me was that he was driving and drunk.  I thought I was going to die.  I got in my car to go find him, past him on the road, I turned around and started following him.  He bumped the car in front of him, thank God no damage.  He got home, I got out of my car and went over and started in on him.  I told him to give me his keys, he wouldn't so we started fighting over the keys.  Next thing I knew I was hitting him and I gave him a busted lip.  I just let loose on  him.  If I was a man with the strength I would have knocked him on his butt.  OMG....drinking and drunk.  he was drunk to the point of stumbling.  

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Wednesday night, the 4th.

So here I am sitting on my bed with Cooper, the big white dog.  I am so tired, just want to go to sleep, but brain won't shut off.  I just got done sending out an email about the upcoming classes....
Classes have fallen off, I hate when we take a break cause it takes forever for them to get going full swing.  And I am not picking up any new students.  I keep thinking that I just need to stop classes....but I keep going.  It is really hard to come up with interesting things every week.  I try to introduce new ideas and techniques...but I guess they don't want that.  They seem to want the same One Stroke stuff.  So, I have really been thinking about this.  I think I will stick to one Stroke for the classes, maybe once a month introduce something new and let that be it.  There is plenty of One Stroke stuff out there, so I guess I will do it.  When I am at the Studio I can do different things for me.   How does that sound?

Monday, February 2, 2015

OMG...I finally got on the scales.

UGH!!!!  I knew I have been gaining weight...I didn't want to get on the scales and see the proof, but I did tonight....Shoot me in the head now.  I don't even want to say out loud how much I have gained.  Last week I started trying to take my life back and the weight control is part of it.  Oh my,  but I do love to eat.  I really love to eat.  but I do eat too much, especially at night.  I will get up after going to bed and walk into the kitchen just to get something to eat, and then I go to bed and go to sleep.  I have gained all the weight that I lost years ago....why or why?  I am weak when it comes to my weight and eating.  Like right now Phil is sitting there in his chair eating a piece of cake and I so want to  jump on him and eat it.  I can do this....I can do this....I can do this.  What did I say...I CAN DO THIS.  A pound at a day at a time.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Saturday nigth

Here it is the end of January already....11 more months till the end of 2015.  I wonder where this year will take me, my family.  I pray that this year is better than the one that just ended.  I decided this week that I wasn't going to let outside forces tear me down.  I am going to strive to be happy and at peace.  I pray that Hunter gets well and stays alive.  Every time he walks out the door we can't help but wonder if tonight will be the night we get a call.  But you know what, I have put him in God's hands and I am not going to take him back.  I have got to trust that God will take care of him and that He will give us the strength to face each and everything thing that might happen.

I wonder at times how one of our kids could end up like this....but then Phil reminds me how this happened. did that happen to Hunter?  I could drive myself crazy with the to let it go.

I keep reminding myself that my joy is in God.  My peace comes from him.

I have not been going to the studio much, I have just been staying home. But this week I have decided to get my butt back in there.  So, I am going to try to do studio hours on Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays.  I hope.  lol.

Okay, going to sign off and go to bed....maybe read for a while and escape into a different world.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Old friends

i love seeing old friends and talking and laughing.  It is always like coming home!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Tuesday, today would have been Mom' s 78th birthday.

cant believe she isn't here to call and wish her happy birthday.  Even though she broke my heart I still wish she was here.  I pray one day I will be able to forgive her.