If the creek dont rise

How many times have you heard a grandparent say that? Well those of you with Southern grandparents? I have heard it my whole life but I never really thought about it till today. We have had a bunch of rain and we are under flood warnings. The creek near me is above flood level and rising. I really get it now. I will be going on vacation in June if I still have a freaking house left. Yep if the creek don't rise indeed. This is sorta scary. I am about to take my butt back home and battle hurricanes instead. It's all about the devil you know.

Vacation photos

Most people have nice family pics of their vacations. This is what we took instead. I took it, hubby said it, friend altered it.

4 months ago

Four months ago today we left Mobile and moved here. Today I was out at lunch with Kyle, I drug him away from his xbox and made him spend some time with me, and he asked me how long we had been here. We were headed to the mall and he had never been there and some kids at school asked him why he had not gone, which he replied why would I go? LOL The kid only cares about video games and they don't have a gamestop in our mall. Anyway after some quick mental math, HA, and a glance at my watch I realized we moved here four months ago today. Where has the time gone? Oh yeah somewhere between feeling sorry for myself and our lives going to hell in a hand basket time passed on. So much has happened to us in such a small time. If you are new to my blog and didn't follow pugsandkids, well here is a refresher, the weekend we moved here my husband almost died due to a abscess on his tonsils, had to have them removed, we lost our beloved dog, and I in general lose my shit and go into a depression every time we move. I still have not made any friends here but we finally met our neighbors today. Guess what they have a girl our daughters age. They are currently running around here somewhere playing. So life is moving along and we are adjusting to our new place.

Formative Years

What formed you? Your life experiences, your childhood, your upbringing. There are certain times in your life that it really matters what your environment is. Today I want to tell you a little bit about a important part of mine. When I was in the 6 and 7 th grades my cousin came to live with us. He had been kicked out at 17 and my mom took him in. He didn't have the easiest life and had lived with various family members at this point. This is a important time in a girls life. I had just started my period and was developing and really growing up. So when J* came to live with us I was in that strange woman/child phase. J was the best cousin ever at this point. He liked the same stuff as me clothes, music, etc. Someone I could relate to, as a only child I was always craving having someone around my age to relate to. Also J really related to me, see J wanted to be a girl. He was gay and wanted to live as a transgender. The first time he dressed in drag he wore my clothes and I helped him fill baggies with rice from the pantry and he used my bra. J worked at a fast food restaurant and had already quit school. He was at this point dating the local high schools quarter back. Yeah that was a big keep my mouth shut secret. We are in the South high school quarterbacks aren't supposed to be gay. At least that's the going opinion, not mine. So J and I shared clothes and makeup. I had the best hair and makeup in school, J got up every morning and did both for me and then went back to bed, since he worked late nights closing at work. Think big hair! I rocked it. He had just started taking hormones in his journey in becoming a woman and one time I called my mom crying from the skating rink to come pick me up. See I had his brand new Z Cavaricci jeans on and started my period in them. Just in time for the nightly couple skate with my crush. I kept asking my mom couldn't we just convince J that he started his period and the hormones really worked. Thankfully mom got the stain out before he got home from work that night and other than the couple skate and perhaps my first kiss that never was all was well. So this was my life during this time. Not typical but it was how I grew up. I guess my point here is what shapes you? What formed you into the person you are? I was raised with tolerance and respect for gay people, transgenders, etc. Not being societies version of normal is normal for me. I can only imagine what it would be like to be raised by people who have hate in their hearts. I am thankful that I was raised the way I was, and I would not have it any other way. To this day every drag queen I see gets me excited. Its a art doing hair, makeup, dressing up and being someone else. I enjoy watching drag shows and every time I am near a bar that has them I make sure I go at least once. Oh and in case you wonder about J, all is good he is now mostly a she and has lived as a woman for a long time and is in a great relationship.

Old Skool

I have been having a bit of a blast to the past lately. Blame it on watching Black to the Future on vh1. It got me thinking about things that was going on in the 90's, things they didn't bring up on the show that were from that era. I was working some McHammer pants with shiny shoes. Wearing a cross colors tee shirt and who can forget the duck head shorts the boys wore. Listening to some TLC and watching 90210. You know you watched it and you wanted to slap Brenda. I was not the only one! Hyper color tee shirts. Jordans had just came out and you could not believe a boy in middle school would wear $100 shoes. That was pimping right there! Your ass cut a lot of grass for those shoes. Dr. Dre the chronic was the coolest thing ever and Snoop Dogg was amazing. Metallica came out with the black album and blew everyone away. I remember eating taco bell and watching a year and half in the life of Metallica with my friend Rick on VHS, cause we didn't have dvds then. I seen Pearl Jam when they were huge and Eddie Vedder puked on me. Clear pepsi! It tasted like pepsi yet it just sorta didn't cause it was clear and it sorta freaked you out. Speaking of all that music I was listening to, I had a 6 disc cd changer with a double tape deck in my room that way you could record off the radio or from a friend's tape. I also had the coveted sony discman. I wore flannel shirts and doc martians. I also had vans. I was playing Dr. Mario, Street Fighter, Sonic the Hedgehog, Mortal Combat, and Sim City. I watched Beavis and Butthead and Ren and Stimpy. I ate ranch corn nuts and jolly ranchers. I watched the LA Riots and the OJ trial. I read Rolling Stone and Fangoria. I painted my toe nails black because my best friends mom, aka the former hippie, told us that's what they did. We wanted to be hippies so bad. My walls were covered in posters of Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, half naked men and Steve Urkel. I listened to Nine inch nails on the radio. This was what my life was like before boys really came into it. The last half of the nineties was spent wasting my time with boys. It wasn't near as cool as the first half.