I will not eat paper!

Yesterday while I was at work I received a call from my oldest daughters teacher. She told me it wasn't an emergency but she was very concerned about Koda. According to her Koda was not being herself, and in fact was being defiant and eating paper and erasers. Yes eating paper and erasers. Her teacher informed me that she was going to put Koda on the phone so I could try to figure out her problem, if Koda didn't straighten up she was going to be sent to the office and be paddled. So I talked to Koda a few times with the cell phone reception being bad in the school we lost each other a few times. After loosing her the second time I thought about the fact that Koda may have forgot to take her ADHD medicine. So I called the school bad to inform the office so they could let her teacher know.
With my work schedule I am unable to be home when they get there so I texted my mother in law and asked her to have Koda write sentences as a punishment. She was too write 3 pages, each page saying something different. Page 1: I will not be disobedient, page 2: I will not eat erasers, page 3: I will not eat paper. All in cursive and all legible. In the past this was the worst punishment I could do to her, she hates writing sentences and it usually got my point across. 39 sentences and 3 hours later, she came to show me her pages... I will not be disobedient, and I will not eat erasers we done top notch. Then came the paper I will not eat paper..... The writing was good, it was done correctly, but what was at the bottom of the page?
I perfect Koda size bite out of the bottom of the page!!!!! Yes she ate the paper!!!!!! And then preceded to LIE when I asked her what happened to her paper and why it was wet....
I know I have some blonde moments and I will usually let the kids slide on the small stuff but we don't tolerate lying, and I KNEW what happened to her paper. It was plain as day! She kept lying about it and finally gave up and told me what she did.
With the crazy work week that I have had, I called my hubby, the poor man, and asked him what to do with her. She doesn't listen to me and she ALWAYS has to have the last word. When my husband got home he talked to her about this and though we didn't really get any where with her I think he finally got the point across.
But seriously why eat paper????
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Is it goodbye...... Or just see ya later?

For the majority of my life I have been with in a three hours drive of my mom, and step dad. If I needed a sitter or a place to do laundry I was never too far from mom. When I needed a place to go, or someone to stay with me at the hospital mom was just a phone call away.
My mom has been there with the birth of all three of my girls, she has seen them all take their first steps, say their first words, and even loose their first tooth, but with in the next few hours that will all just be a memory me and my girls will have.
With in the next few hours my mom will be on the road to her new life. No more kids to worry about making sure they make it to appointments, etc. No more seeing her six grandchildren grow in front of her.
Granted her children are 27, 26, and 20, but most of our lives have revolved around mom. We have depended on her to help us when we were in trouble, when we had dating issues, even when we just needed to sit there with someone.
So with the divorce between her and our step dad being married for 16 years is a little hard for some of us, if not all of us.
With my kids, hubby, and myself planning on the move in February, and my sister, her three kids and the fourth on the way, and maybe soon to be hubby, thinking about moving, and with my poor brother barely over 18 staying here, our parents are not just divorcing but the whole family is separating in a way. None of us will be in the same town for the late night calls to ER, or the just because visits, no more thanksgiving dinners in 2 homes, no more christmas mornings in different places.
Its hard not to wonder if this.......Is this goodbye or is it really just going to be a see ya soon?
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My Life in.....boxes!

At the age of 26 ( man I am getting old!) I have accomplished a few things.....
I have 3 beautiful lil girls, ages 8,7, and 3.
I have a wonderful husband on our good days lol
A HUGE family who are fantastic and crazy!
Some great friends! I wouldn't trade!
I have my Good Enough Diploma, and 1 year of college.
I have a job in the retail world, lucky me!
And I am blessed to wake up breathing!
As a family my husband and I decided to move 10 hours away to Little Rock, Arkansas after the first of the year.
With doing so we opted to move out of our 3 bedroom 1 bath apartment, into my mother-in-laws.
I like having my own space and with raising a family I think it is better to have your own space, but in order to get our ducks in a row so to speak, we figured this was the best option.
So we packed up all of our stuff and made the move to the town next to ours and set up "home" with in a home.
Being used to running the show so to speak it is difficult for me to set back and remember that it is not my house, and boy do I miss our home! I have also found it difficult to manage my household from a storage unit!
When I say all I mean all of our stuff is in storage! I took a week and a half worth of clothes for each person in a suitcase to my mother in laws. There are just a few things that didn't hit the storage unit and those were things like movies, TV's and bathroom stuff. We have our pillows and little stuff like that but nothing else. If the heat or cold won't ruin it, it is locked up in storage.
I can not get to anything in there after we loaded in our furniture. So now we have to buy things even if we don't REALLY need them, like clothes and such!
After 26 years I never thought my life would be in boxes...... Literally!!!!

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Are you my Daddy???!!!

I was born in the fall of 1984, on an Air Force base, in California. I was welcomed by my Dad, my mom, my grandparents and my older sister.

I was always told I was a happy baby.....

I had blonde hair, and hazel eyes

I am short for family standards

I had certain characteristics that did not match the family name and yet I was family

My older sister and little brother have dark hair and brown eyes.

They are both TALL

As a kid my dad was my hero. He wasn't just a fire fighter but he was in the military. And every stupid thing we did as kids, like trying to fly off the bunk beds to see if we could make it to our bean bag chairs ( HIGHLY DON'T RECOMMEND), or pretending we were Ms. America and busting our asses in the drive way, or using ben gay as tooth paste, drinking rubbing alcohol, making smores on the stove, drinking whole bottles of wine.... I am sure the list goes on, but dad was always there saving the day!
The older I got the more I started to realize that I was different......

26 years later......

There was a DNA test done to answer the question " Are you my daddy??".

I got the results this week.
Thought the man I was raised with as "dad" is not biologically "dad" he's still dad and my childhood hero....

Being an adult now you think that you can handle things better and not have a hissy fit when things don't go your way, well I proved that theory wrong!

I felt my heart hit the floor when I saw the 0% of parental probability on the screen, I started to shake and felt like my whole body was going numb.

I had been asked how I wanted the results to turn out and I had thought it wouldn't have mattered to me that I just wanted to know the truth, and the truth is what I got. And u know that old saying... " The truth hurts"
YES it does!!!!!
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Boo; my lil toothless wonder

As a parent you get many ups and downs, and many surprises along the road of parenthood, all parents have experienced this in one way or another.
With being a parent of 3 little girls there isn't much anymore that surprises me really, with my oldest I have experienced pierced lip with her own teeth, and my poor middle one has been through the ringer with the busted eye, rocks in her ear, and more, then there is my lil Boo.... She's a true Jones, all tom boy so the injuries, bump, bruises, scratches, black eyes, and bloody noses have been endless. She is the only child I know that can fall on her butt and get a bloody nose... THIS is a true JONES! Yesterday was no exception to the rule....
When Boo was little she had to have 3 of her front teeth capped. All seemed fine and she has had them for almost 2 years. They looked like her natural teeth, and though these were only temporary til she turned 6 and got her adult teeth you wouldn't have known the difference without being told they were indeed not her "real" teeth.
Things has gone well with her "fake" teeth. We were informed that they were just cosmetic and not intended to hold up like our natural teeth, but after everything this girl had done they seemed to be just fine. That is until last week...
We went in on the 23rd for the girls usual 6 month cleaning at their local dentist... The oldest 2 were in and out in no time and came out with a NO cavity report... Which is typical for them but as a mom you are still very proud.
About 10 minutes later they call me to the back stating Boo was done with her cleaning. They take me back to one of their conference rooms to discuss in private anything that you need to know.... And on that day I had 2 need to knows... #1 Boo has another cavity, just a small one they said. No biggie I thought, signed the paperwork and was ready to make the apt to get the cavity filled. But then came #2 need to know.....
" Mrs. Jones" the hygienist said " Boo's front teeth were capped a while back." (DUH! I think to myself) " After her cleaning we took and xray of the 3 teeth. Let me show you." As she places this little xray on the light board in the room I can see automatically where she is getting at..... " As you can see on these 2 to your right they have the roots from her original teeth attached, this 3rd tooth no longer has roots." In my mind I start to freak out! Not being a complete idiot I know what's going to come next. " You see," she continues, " Her cap is not being held on by anything but her gums, there for she will loose this tooth sooner then the age of 6, all it will take is a good hit in her mouth and that will it for the tooth.". I asked what causes damage to a root that can make it just disappear, I didn't think roots could just check out like that. I thought roots were anchors for are teeth and not something that could say " Well I am done hanging out, think I'm just gonna disappear without a warning! Ha that would be funny!". Come to find out the root was hit and it caused enough damage to make it deteriorate. The hygienist told me. " When she looses this tooth there will be no way to place another fake one in its place due to the fact that there is nothing there, but this is perfectly normal,she will just be a snaggle tooth for a little while longer.". Normal?? Right......
When we left the dentist, I called my husband like I always do to give him the dental report card, I explained to him the mystery of the missing root and the future lil miss Boo loosing her front tooth. He was so calm about it and knew I was upset but was able to comfort me with it..... Got to love good husbands.
Things went well til yesterday, I spent all day at the Doctors office for myself and wasn't feeling well at all, and right when I got home it happened....
Boo hit her mouth and said her tooth hurt! I checked it and it was indeed loose!!!! GREAT! Just fan-fucking-tastic! I immediately called the dentist to see what they thought I needed to do.... Again I had 2 options, take her in and let them numb and cocoon her to pull the tooth or we pull it out ourselves. I picked the latter of the 2 seeing that the cocoon is traumatizing. So I sat boo down and explained it too her, and told her options. She also picked the latter of the two. ( Great minds think alike)
As I went to go get dinner I got a text stating Boo was in fact now my lil toothless wonder!

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Good reddens September.... Hello October!

What and eventful month! I am super glad that we are just a little over a week away til the end of September. Even though we still have some exciting things coming this month. My dad Mr. C is turning 47 on the 23rd, Kare Bear my niece will be 2 on the 25th and My daughter Lo will be 7 on the 27th! Man the thoughts of getting old!!!!
N e ways let's re cap the hellish month of September!!!

In the first part of the month things seemed to be all as well in the Jones household.......
Little did we know things would get shaken up!
My poor hubby didn't get much work this month so to save $ we moved in with my mother in law Lessee and her kids, Booty 12 and Greggy 16.
We decided to move to Arkansas to stay close to my mother in her divorce with my step dad.
Well after loosing our home, selling my hubby's rims we figured what else could go wrong...
WRONG QUESTION!
I meet my maybe daddy Mr R for the first time, which was great I guess until the Arlington High School drama resurfaced after 25 years, and the current soon to be x daddy Mr. M showed his ass with it all.
I feel like we were time warped to the 80's with this mess and I ended up with the shit end of the deal.
N e ways, my Mom Nan was to go to Arkansas with us in Feb, now she is going to go to Missouri at the end of the month....
I am very mixed emotioned with the matter but ultimately understand.
Ever since the " Baby Daddy Drama" I have been re evaluating our decision on where to move, don't get me wrong we are still going some where. I have thought and will look into the Army and Air Force this week though I don't think I can get in, and now thanks to my godfather Mr T, my hubby has a GREAT job offer in Arkansas that will take us to a mutual ground.
I am not for sure yet what we are going to do but I know we won't be staying in Alabama. Not because I don't love the family we have here but because its time to worry about ourselves and not the rest of the drama!
I am hoping that October brings us lots of luck! October is by far my favorite month with the fall season at full bloom, and the cool crisp air ( not like we get that here in the south). We have LOTS of birthdays this month, Halloween, carving pumpkins, Harvest Day at the town square, a 5 mile walk for breast cancer awareness, and my BFF Mimi comes out to visit! All I have to say with that note is......
F you September and HELLOOOOO October!!!!
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Walking out

I never thought I would have to say this........
I never thought this would become realistic............
I never asked for this fate.........
I never would have thought this was possible.........
But I guess I was WRONG!

I am 25 years old, and when I was 14 I was told that my dad may in fact may not be MY dad.

Come to find out there was an affair in the mix and I was #1 an oops baby, and #2 the question of who my dad really was, was in fact unknown. There was only one other person that had slept with my mother at the time. We shall call him Mr. R. Mr. R had been a High School friend of my mom, and my so called dad who we will call Mr. C.
I am not too sure how the story goes but something lead to another and Mr R and my mom slept together and shortly some time after my mom and Mr C slept together then of course she got knocked up and I was the product of the confusion.
From what I gather in the mess is that I was to be raised as Mr. C's child and was to never know the truth of what had happened. I was raised with a brother and a sister who were both in fact Mr. C's children. They look alike and everything, both being brown hair brown eyed kids, then there was me, stuck in the middle with my blonde hair, and hazel eyes..... Ummmmm
As the curious creature that I am I asked questions from the time I was old enough to realize it. I was never treated different and I know that was for my benefit. I was fine with the arrangements that were made but when I was told the truth and the possibilities I wanted and thought I deserved the truth.
I was asked at 14 not to say anything and or look into finding the truth, so as a minor child I didn't and I was ok with that.
I was comfortable with my ignorance, knowing I was loved by a man who didn't have to raise or love me was more than enough for me!
It wasn't until I was about 16 or 17 that I started to want the truth again. I was pregnant with my first child and Mr. C and I were having "Father, Daughter" problems with the whole being a mommy thing. I searched online trying to find out info on the other man, Mr R, and when I ran across some info on classmates.com, I wanted to leave well enough alone. The fact was Mr R didn't know about me, or even the fact that my mother had gotten pregnant, so when I saw that he was in fact married and had 2 children of his own I could break up a family or cause problems without knowing the full truth that only a DNA could give me.
Not wanting to ask Mr C for a DNA I knew it was better to leave things alone.
What was it hurting......
Who would it hurt.......
Why would it matter???????
It was my choice...... Right?????
Apparently I was WRONG!

7 years later I was proven just how WRONG I was!

About 2 to 3 months ago I was at my apartment cleaning house on my very typical off day...... So I thought.....
I got a phone call from my mother who told me she found Mr R on Facebook......
I thought nothing of it at first and said cool, I am glad to hear that........
The next thing out of her mouth was not what I wanted to hear....." I told him about you"

So let's re cap, at 18 I chose to leave it alone, at age 25 MY MOTHER chose to change MY life forever!

I was very upset with the fact that this choice that affected my, my husband's, and my children's was not made by myself or even as a family decision, but was made up by ONE person alone!

I begged my mother to tell Mr. C what she did, I didn't want him to find out through Facebook or anyone else what had went down. I figured he had the right to know that his request was broke.

After a week of fighting with her she told Mr C and I received a text message stating that I was his daughter and nothing would change between us........

So I replied to Mr R's email.

I remind you I am a curious creature and after learning that my oldest 2 daughters had 2 family members on their biological fathers side diagnosed with 2 very different and both very deadly cancers, I figure I needed to find out the truth on my DNA for the sake of my health and my children's health.

Well things progressed and the next thing I know Mr R scheduled a visit to the south.

The visit was good, and a lil weird at the same time. Things seemed to have gone ok until the last couple of nights before he left......
One night I got a text from Mr. C stating that I didn't have a choice but to STAY away from Mr R......
I was furious just to the simple fact that I was 25 and had a brain of my own! Along with other reasons!

After an hour or 2 of fighting via text, I thought things were settled and that Mr C understood that nothing would change the fact that he was DAD.

Another fact I was wrong on, a few nights later I received a text message stating to return his cell phones, he wouldn't answer my texts, calls, or emails, I received an email on Facebook stating I was disowned and was not to contact the family, I had lost my Dad!

I do not regret meeting Mr R, but I haven't grasped the fact that Mr. C has walked out of my life.....
To my dad I will always love u not matter what, I was raised to be strong and to make my own choices... I am sorry you don't agree but my love will never die

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