Samantha Maye Everyday

May 12, 2008

B**ty Talk :)

Filed under: Just for Laughs — webmaster @ 7:40 pm

My Little man is eight and a half now - can you believe it? I still try to baby him and have every intention of doing so for as long as I can. Lately though, I do see “man” emerging from his cute little self. When I see it, I try to pretend I didn’t. I just want him to be my baby. However, the “man” in him is jumping out all over the place.
He seems to love the word “b**ty” and commences to shaking his when he says or hears the word - Obviously the male fascination with the “b**ty starts early and never lets up!! As a matter of fact just earlier this afternoon I heard him educating his older brother in the b**ty department as well, the talk was something about a classmate who has one that to him appears to be a little too  large in size…Oh, Boys…You just gotta Love’m :)
He’s also started using the word “nuffin”. It goes like this - “Nate “, what are you doing? Nuffin, comes his reply. Which OBVIOUSLY means “somfin”. The little sinner!! LOL!

Good thing he’s so cute!!

May 10, 2008

Filed under: family life — webmaster @ 11:59 am

I just wanted to stop in and wish you all a Wonderful Mother’s Day , I will be spending this weekend with my family and spending some time to rest and enjoy being a mother myself. I have posted my Mother’s Day story below, Although it’s lengthy please take the time to read it , I think it’s something that all Mother’s will enjoy. C-ya around these parts sometime on Monday, Love you all !

~My Story ~

Filed under: family life — webmaster @ 11:34 am

I was a wild, vibrant young lady, A senior in high school. I was going through lots of struggles, (all of which I had brought upon myself ) ones that were not very typical for the average girl my age to even be pondering about. I was searching deep within to find myself. I worked in a local daycare center , maintained a home for my boyfriend and I , and studied at night. I was forcing myself to grow up at such a fast pace. I was always one of those young ladies who felt awkward around children. I remember vividly the look of horror on a friend’s face when I told her babies were squishy and weird (I wasn’t trying to be funny). To me , kids were slobbery, smelly, and way to inconvenient– to put it mildly . The idea of becoming a life support system for a completely dependent person dressed up in a tacky little sailor outfit seemed crazy. I didn’t even try to understand where people were coming from on that one.

Then I got Pregnant.

I walked out of that OB-GYN’s office feeling strange. I knew my life was about to change in a most fundamental way, but I had no idea how . It was like packing your bags for a long trip without knowing where you are going. I placed the mint-green diaper bag full of formula samples and how -to books on the kitchen table and told my boyfriend, “Well, we’re having a baby .”

Within about nine months , our little angel came into the world, and a seismic shift took place in me. The very day he was born, I became a different person. The natural resources we need to become parents lie dormant in the seedbed of our lives until the birthing process brings them into full bloom. Holding his fragile body, I realized for the first time that someone else was more important to me than myself. When the nurse took him away, I longed to be with him. I lay in my hospital bed listening to various cries from the nursery down the hall and knew instinctively which tiny voice was his. When we fall in love, we experience a degree of intense devotion that Scripture calls “agape “– the stakes go up significantly, and we realize that we must choose to become completely vulnerable if we’re ever going to taste the fruit of real love. We walk out on a limb and hopefully are rewarded. But still, there are limits to this love. There are certain transgressions that, If committed, would seriously, compromise our devotion.

With children , it’s different. There is nothing they can do to drive us away. And this is where the transformation takes place. If we can defined by the choices we make, the daily life of a mother is telling. She spends the majority of her capitol on her children without thought of compensation.

I remember shunning my own mother, after she’d work so hard to give me everything I ever wanted. I had a boyfriend and I wanted to spend all my time with him. So , I left home - Moved out at the young age of eighteen. I said hurtful things to my mother all without thinking. Now as I look back at my past and my behaviors it comes to mind how much my mom truly cares for me, and what amazes me still is that to this day she has never said anything about my past actions, yet she has always been an open door for me when I needed her.

My mother grew up as an only child. She remembers her mother working in the school cafeteria and hanging her clothes out on the line to dry. That common woman passed her work ethics down to my mom, whom I regularly watched venture off to work , even on weekends to help provide for her family. She was always a resource more than an ornament. More useful than comely. Only after I became a mother did my perspective deepen enough to see sublimity in the grace that she extends to others.

What do my children see in me ? Is there a glimpse of wonder there ? Do they see in me more work than I produce ?

How many of us really ever know our mothers ? We see them standing at the kitchen sink, unloading the groceries, and mopping the floor. They’re “mom ” not Sara or Susan or Juliette. They’re the women who haggle over the price of gas and nag their kids to clean their rooms, not people who contemplate Kierkegaard.

Yet I know in my own life, the restless gale of desire is never quieted. After a long day of work, traffic, homework,and dirty laundry, I fall into bed and hear the words of song that once inspired me. I see the constellations of Andromeda and Orion. And occasionally I want more than I have. When morning comes, I go through my routine like Walter Mitty, thinking of things that aren’t . I don’t have the luxury of indulging these thoughts,though, so I harness myself to the proverbial plow and work.

I am not alone. I know a girl with two babies who told me that she was just too busy to cry. Are we our mothers ?? Maybe. But being a mom has taught me that I never saw the whole picture from the other side.

Motherhood has led me to places I’d never previously been. When my youngest son was three, I tried to sing to him. “Please stop, ” He said. “Your out of tune “. That week I began searching for a music teacher and I still practice regularly to this very day .
The paradox of parenthood is that we’re the ones who should be teaching our children how to grapple with the challenges of this world, but in reality, it often works the other way around. Children show us how to exalt in monotony– how to find God in the here and now. At times, I’m pierced to by love too immense to suffer the confines of my small life, and that’s hard. But the answer for me , is Christ– who gave His life for mine and, in so doing, gives me the capacity to receive all that this splendid world can offer. I hold it in my arms each night when I put my children to bed.

So here’s the Trade- Off :

I get to give up my claim to myself. And receive love that defines logic. Yes, I’m tired and I don’t have much time for myself anymore. My house is a mess and I’m late a lot.

The few fashionable outfits I own have catsup stains on them . But who wants Paris without someone to share it with ??

I’ve found that the Moon and the Stars at night are just as miraculous to my little boys as they were to me when I first discovered them . I’m rediscovering life with them. And this time around, it’s purer. I ‘m nearly 30 and I build snowmen on my lawn before work , jump on my bed, play with my spaghetti , eat more frosting than cookies, and skip school with my boys to go to McDonald’s.

I play stare-eyes and Monopoly and “oh-my-goodness,where are my boys ?” I lick snow off the hood of my car, bury myself in a leaf pile , and attempt to climb trees. I spend my money on Lego’s , Transformers, and Pokemon Cards . I read lots of Junie B. Jones and Dr. Seuss books. I laugh till I cry and cry till I laugh.

I never really wanted kids. A perception exists among many young women (like me ) that motherhood is a vocation reserved for certain types of people. The words organized, nurturing, crafty, and Patient come to mind. But the mystery of parenthood is far deeper than our trifling categories.

Disorganized , anxious women who get lost on their daily commute, drink too much coffee, and stay up too late make terrific moms. I know from experience.

The unexpected transformation that takes place in a woman when she carries a child in her womb and gives birth is a act of both life and death. Something in us dies - a certain sureness, and aloofness, confidence that comes from taking care of only ourselves. In it’s place real love is born- naked, week, and true.

On this Mother’s Day I am very anxious to invite my one and only sister to the world of motherhood. She is awaiting the birth of her first child in November and she has already gained a lot of the motherly attributes that I have mentioned above. Don’t worry sister- You are gonna do just fine , you have got a Wonderful Sister and the World’s Greatest Mother on your side !! Now- if you could just give this sister of yours some training in the Aunt Department, we’d be just fine !

Happy Mothers Day Ladies !!

May 8, 2008

A MUST Watch for all Moms ….

Filed under: family life — webmaster @ 2:58 pm

If you have a few extra minutes to spare, I highly encourage you to watch these two videos.

They hold lots of information that every parent should know !

They sure did get me to thinking…It looks like I have got some major changes to make around my home .


Wait…Don’t go yet, Here’s Part 2


Wow ! Now I guess the big question is this…Where/ How do I being to make changes for the Safety of my family ??

Suggestions, Anyone ???

May 7, 2008

What element are you ???

Filed under: Just for Laughs — webmaster @ 12:08 pm

Your Element Is Air



You dislike conflict, and you’ve been able to rise above the angst of the world.
And when things don’t go your way, you know they’ll blow over quickly.Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.

You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.

You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you’re an open person.

With you, what you see is what you get… and people love that!

I saw this on Sara’s blog and I thought it was pretty neat:)
Go ahead…
Play along :)
P.S. I am being rather short on here again today, however I am working hard on what I hope turns out to be an Awesome Post
for Mother’s Day :)
btw- Does anyone have any good gift Ideas ??
Anyone??
Help me…
Pleezzze :)

Filed under: Just for Laughs — webmaster @ 12:01 pm

You Are Sneakers


You are creative, funky, and forward thinking.
You are cool, but you are still approachable.

You are stylish and edgy, but you aren’t a slave to fashion.

You tend to put your own spin on trends.

You tend to have a fast paced, busy lifestyle.

Not a lot of people can keep up with you!

You should live: Near nature

You should work: In a job that keeps you on the go

May 6, 2008

Your Turn :)

Filed under: Just for Laughs, family life — webmaster @ 11:48 am

Today, it’s your turn.

I will be completely honest and let you know that real-life comes first for me today. There is much on the agenda and little time in the day.

So, it’s your opportunity to share anything about yourself that you would like with us here on my blog. Or you could voice your opinions about the upcoming election, discuss the weather, or anything else that you may choose~ Or what the hay..You may just want to jump in and say Hey…What ever floats your boat would be fine :) :)

Have fun chatting and I will join in as soon as time allows.

Here’s a few pictures that I took at my Mother’s place a few weekends ago of her lovely Spring Flowers….

Aren’t they Gorgeous ??

Unlike me, My mom has Always had a “Green Thumb ” :)

:) I know.. Maybe I am getting a little to carried away with this Photoshop Stuff …LOL :)

It’s a terrible addiction, I’m trying hard not to let it get the best of me :)

OK- Just a few more and then I’m bound to get out of here.. For real  y’all
This next picture is one that I’m sure all mother’s of boys can certainly relate to…

It’s one of those backyard Buddies , you know the kind that is carried around and talked to all afternoon outside and then placed in a little container of some sort only to watch it wither away to nothing right before their very own eyes. (Note to all other mommies of boys- A caged up lizard usually only last three days ( at the most ) in an air tight container regardless of how big the air holes are , and this is only if it doesn’t accidentally get brought into the house and wiggle loose to run for it’s life because it must know that it’s three days of torture are soon to be over and done with…Poor Lizards !)

As you can see my boys are good to their Backyard Buddies though…They spend lots of time chatting with them .

Isn’t he just the sweetest little creature… NOT !!

Oh, and what’s the next best thing to do outside when their are absolutely no Critters to catch in sight ??

How bout’ play Spider man on the Trampoline …

Good Climbing , right ?? Just wait to you see his swinging powers, lol…

There’s no doubt about it guys..My little spider man has really got it goin’ on :)

Have a good Day friends !!
Go do something wild like play with lizards or practice being Mrs. Spidey for the afternoon, I double dog dare ya !!

May 2, 2008

A few things that Kids will NEVER Learn in School ….

Filed under: — webmaster @ 1:08 pm

There are many emails going around with this, saying that Bill Gates used this in a speech at a high school. That’s not true. It also didn’t come from Kurt Vonnegut. According to what I read it seems that it is from the author Charles J. Sykes. That being said, regardless of who actually wrote it, it is still relevant enough to repeat it.

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Rule No. 1: Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teen-ager uses the phrase “It’s not fair” 8.6 times a day. You got it from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. When they started hearing it from their own kids, they realized Rule No. 1.

Rule No. 2: The real world won’t care as much about your self-esteem as much as your school does. It’ll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it’s not fair. (See Rule No. 1)

Rule No. 3: Sorry, you won’t make $40,000 a year right out of high school. And you won’t be a vice president or have a car phone either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn’t have a Gap label.

Rule No. 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait ’til you get a boss. He doesn’t have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he’s not going to ask you how you feel about it.

Rule No. 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren’t embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about Kurt Cobain all weekend.

Rule No. 6: It’s not your parents’ fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of “It’s my life,” and “You’re not the boss of me,” and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it’s on your dime. Don’t whine about it, or you’ll sound like a baby boomer.

Rule No. 7: Before you were born your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents’ generation, try delousing the closet in your bedroom.

Rule No. 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers. Life hasn’t. In some schools, they’ll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. Failing grades have been abolished and class valedictorians scrapped, lest anyone’s feelings be hurt. Effort is as important as results. This, of course, bears not the slightest resemblance to anything in real life. (See Rule No. 1, Rule No. 2 and Rule No. 4.)

Rule No. 9: Life is not divided into semesters, and you don’t get summers off. Not even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don’t get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on. While we’re at it, very few jobs are interested in fostering your self-expression or helping you find yourself. Fewer still lead to self-realization. (See Rule No. 1 and Rule No. 2.)

Rule No. 10: Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be as perky or pliable as Jennifer Aniston.

Rule No. 11: Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.

Rule No. 12: Smoking does not make you look cool. It makes you look moronic. Next time you’re out cruising, watch an 11-year-old with a butt in his mouth. That’s what you look like to anyone over 20. Ditto for “expressing yourself” with purple hair .

Rule No. 13: You are not immortal. (See Rule No. 12.) If you are under the impression that living fast, dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse is romantic, you obviously haven’t seen one of your peers at room temperature lately.

Rule No. 14: Enjoy this while you can. Sure parents are a pain, school’s a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you’ll realize how wonderful it was to be a kid. Maybe you should start now. You’re welcome.

April 30, 2008

Dirt is a Boy’s Best Friend …

Filed under: Just for Laughs, family life — webmaster @ 11:06 pm

Memo to all relatives…Don’t send toys anymore. Just sticks. Or dirt. Or rocks. That’s all my boys seem to be interested in these days. :-)

I’m only half-kidding. The boys spent all afternoon out in the 74 degree sunshine today - I only let them in to pee and eat - and they were ear-deep in dirt in about 5 minutes. I really should have taken a picture, but I was very busy procrastinating today. Since tomorrow’s supposed to be just as gorgeous (possibly a record-setting 80 degrees), I’ll be sure to get my own butt outside and get some shots of the filth-covered faces that are so dear to a mother’s heart.

Anyway.

I Finally got caught up on some housework today - thanks mainly to Big Daddy. I have been a slacker for a full week, and got so very very behind.
Actually this week has been so full of doctor appointments and pharmacy visits that there has been no time what-so ever to do any more motherly tasks ( such as sweep, mop, vacuum ect. ) Honestly, it has been that bad. I have struggled to get supper on the table by eight p.m. and well, for those of you who know me, knows that this is not how I Roll :) But no matter how this week has been thus far , Friday’s just around the corner and it’s bound to get better :) At least No one else has any more Dr. Appointments scheduled for this week ( Not yet anyways- My fingers are crossed tightly that this won’t change! )
Nathan had his check-up this week for his prescription refills and to evaluate his Asthma Conditions. Which I may add- Have certainly seen their better days. He has been having a time with his sinuses ever since things have started blooming around here. The Dr. Prescribed him some new medications for this and hopefully we will see some major improvements soon !! ( She predicted that we both should be able to sleep throughout the night within a weeks time after starting the new meds- and I think we are both looking forward to that ! )
As for me- Things went well, I had lots of blood work completed, as well as my usual brain scan :) I had a few concerns which I discussed with the Dr. and my medicines were changed up a bit as well. No Spinal Tap this time …So, all in all- I was a happy Girl !! Thanks for all of your Love & Prayers :)

Now. Back to dirt.

Dirt is a boy’s best friend. And sticks rank right up there with it. And, since trees are just really big sticks, they’re the best! We caught Nathan today tossing the water hose up into the fork of our BIG tree out back , and decided to just watch and see what he thought he was doing. Sure enough. He tried to climb it.

Unsuccessfully. But - unprompted by Mom or Dad, Nate has finally decided that trees are to be climbed. Glorious day! Now, we just need to move the big landscaping rocks from underneath the thing, so that if he actually succeeds anytime soon, he won’t split his melon on the things when he falls.

Yes, I said when. That’ll be a momentous occasion, I’m sure. Not one I look forward to, necessarily. But - if I had the choice between tending a broken limb because my son can’t stand to be inside or having to use a crowbar to pry a mouse or Video game controller out of his hands, I’ll take the broken limb. Any day.

So.

Hoorah for dirt! Hoorah for sticks! Hoorah for the robins gleefully yanking worms from our backyard to the delight of two little curious monkey Boys !! I’m so glad they are mine !! :)

Hi! Have we Meet ?? My name is Samantha and I’m a Super-Cool Mommy :)

Filed under: Just for Laughs — webmaster @ 9:57 pm
I may have to remind Samuel ( who is now 10) of this when he is a teenager and totally embarrassed by his mother chaperoning all of the school dances.  Don’t think I won’t.

I totally impressed him on the way home from school the other day.  I’m not braggin’, just stating the facts :)
He was in the backseat and it went like this…

Samuel:  “Mom, does your printer make copies of paper? Like, if I write something on a piece of paper, would it make copies of it?”

Me:  “Yes.”

Samuel:  “Good.”

Me:  “Why?”

Samuel:  “Because I need to make a sign when we get home that says ‘PLEASE JOIN P.C.’ and make copies of it.”

Me:  “Pokemon Club?”

Samuel :  (with a look of astonishment/disbelief on his face) “YES!”

Then he gazed out the window with a mile-wide grin on his face.  I like to think he was thinking of all the ways his mom is TOTALLY ROCKIN’ and COOL to the 18th power for knowing that he meant “Pokemon Club” on the first guess.

I’m sure that’s what he was thinking.

Not that he couldn’t wait to get home and make his sign.  And he was probably not thinking about how long it would take him to break into the Oreos when we got home.

Let me live in my dream world.  Where I am the Queen O’ Cool and my children adore me.

The teenage years will be here before I know it and I will have to assume my role as the Prime Minister of Dorkland.

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