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Hey!
Where have y'all been?
What? Y'all have been around, but I haven't? Maybe if I had a pair of Chuck Norris' ACTION JEANS I'd be kicking ass and taking names, but alas, my pajama jeans aren't having the same effect.
So, what's been going on?
I've been at somewhat of a crossroads - feeling kind of like I'm standing at an intersection in an unfamiliar city - looking left - looking right - trying to decide which way to go to find the nearest Starbucks.
The problem? I'm so worried about choosing he wrong path that I'm not getting any closer to that Trenta!
The good news? One of my 2011 "To-Do" items has been crossed off the list! I joined the gym - specifically a Snap Fitness 24.7 gym here in Podunk. I've been getting up at 5AM weekdays to spend an hour on me. I even purchased my first iPod - a Shuffle - and am scavenging the library for free music to add to it!
If there is good news you know there is going to be not-so-good news, right?
In the past few weeks I've learned that talking to your kid about smoking pot - telling him that you don't approve of it - that you won't allow it in you your home - but that you realize you are helpless to keep him from doing it when you're not right there on his ass, translates into "My mom doesn't mind if I smoke pot as long as I don't do it at our house" when run through the brain of a 14-year old.
And that translation? When shared with the substance abuse counselor at a Therapeutic Day School? Results in mandated reporting to DCFS for child neglect and an ensuing DCFS investigation.
Not a place I thought I'd find myself after removing Cam from an abusive home where DCFS should have been called but never was.
I expect the results of the investigation will be "unfounded", however that doesn't make the process any less stressful.
I'm about to take a hard left at that intersection.
Maybe I'll run in to Chuck Norris and his Action Jeans ...
Hey!
Where have y'all been?
What? Y'all have been around, but I haven't? Maybe if I had a pair of Chuck Norris' ACTION JEANS I'd be kicking ass and taking names, but alas, my pajama jeans aren't having the same effect.
So, what's been going on?
I've been at somewhat of a crossroads - feeling kind of like I'm standing at an intersection in an unfamiliar city - looking left - looking right - trying to decide which way to go to find the nearest Starbucks.
The problem? I'm so worried about choosing he wrong path that I'm not getting any closer to that Trenta!
The good news? One of my 2011 "To-Do" items has been crossed off the list! I joined the gym - specifically a Snap Fitness 24.7 gym here in Podunk. I've been getting up at 5AM weekdays to spend an hour on me. I even purchased my first iPod - a Shuffle - and am scavenging the library for free music to add to it!
If there is good news you know there is going to be not-so-good news, right?
In the past few weeks I've learned that talking to your kid about smoking pot - telling him that you don't approve of it - that you won't allow it in you your home - but that you realize you are helpless to keep him from doing it when you're not right there on his ass, translates into "My mom doesn't mind if I smoke pot as long as I don't do it at our house" when run through the brain of a 14-year old.
And that translation? When shared with the substance abuse counselor at a Therapeutic Day School? Results in mandated reporting to DCFS for child neglect and an ensuing DCFS investigation.
Not a place I thought I'd find myself after removing Cam from an abusive home where DCFS should have been called but never was.
I expect the results of the investigation will be "unfounded", however that doesn't make the process any less stressful.
I'm about to take a hard left at that intersection.
Maybe I'll run in to Chuck Norris and his Action Jeans ...
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