our loss May 15, 2008

just wanted to update those who read this.  my grandma went home to be with the lord on tuesday.  she will be missed.  i know she is in a wonderful place and it no longer in pain!!  i was there when she took her last breath and it was beautiful.  i could see the light of jesus come and get her and all the wrinkles came out of her face.  i will prob be absent from the blog for a few days.  thank you to all who have been keeping my family in your prayers.

Amy E. Perry

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NEWPORT - Amy Elizabeth Perry,

83, of Lucas Avenue, Newport, RI, died Tuesday, May 13, 2008 at Heatherwood Nursing and Subacute Center, Newport, RI.

She was the wife of the late Frank S. Perry.

Born in Newport, RI on May 31, 1924, she was the daughter of the late Alphonso and Carrie (Meleleu) Perry.

Mrs. Perry was a life long resident of Newport. Besides raising her family, she enjoyed playing cards with her friends and bowling in a league. She especially loved summers at King’s Park where she dedicated over thirty years being a park attendant for the city.

Her son Frank S. Perry Jr. of Portsmouth, RI survives her, six daughters Amy E. Vars of Jensen Beach, FL, Frances S. Manville-Escobar of Portsmouth, RI, Caroline M. Gadrow of South Kingstown, RI, Debra Gibbs of Newport, RI, Carmen Scott of Middletown, RI and Susie Samuels, of Newport, RI, five brothers William Perry of Norfolk, VA, Edward Perry, Moreno Valley, CA, Donald B. Perry of Portsmouth, RI, Everett Perry of Evans, GA and Allyn Perry of Melbourne, FL, her sister Ellen Ford of Newport, RI, thirty two grandchildren and 43 great-grandchildren.

She was the mother of the late Joseph R. Manville and sister of the late Robert Perry, Norman Perry, Edith C. Parks and Florence Richardson.

Her funeral will be held on Friday, May 16, 2008, at 11 a.m. in Memorial Funeral Home, 375 Broadway, Newport.

Burial will be in Newport Memorial Park in Middletown.

Calling hours will be held on Thursday, May 15, 2008, from 5-8 p.m. in the funeral home.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Big Sisters of Rhode Island, 50 Washington Square, Newport, RI 02840.

Condolences, information and directions are available at www.memorialfuneralhome.com

mother’s day weekend! May 12, 2008

so my weekend started off pretty good.  friday after work dropped kids off at a birthday party that will go until about 10pm yeah…….no teens for 4 hours.  jase is still home and still grounded so he can’t do anything but read and decided on his own to do some crafty things.  it’s amazing what kids will do with their imagination when they aren’t distracted.  we take a trip to frosty freeze…..the dog is very excited about this cuz he has learned that “copper go get icecream” means yum for him and yes he does know frosty freeze as soon as we pull in he goes crazy!  saturday weather looking a little scary for sierra’s party but it’s gonna get better.  i go to work and kids get house decorated for the party.  work was a little interesting.   we had to deal with a situation where a 15 year old girls pregnancy test came back positive and of course the girl swears she has never had sex.  mom has a nervious breakdown and doesn’t know what to believe? she is reassurred that it is true and that the symptoms her daughter is having at this time is prob a miscarriage.  she still isn’t sure who to believe?  what??  i couldn’t wrap my head around it.  blood preg tests aren’t falsely negative…EVER.  major denial.  it took all i had to not say>………” HANG ON A SEC WHILE I CALL THE DIOSESE CUZ WE’VE GOT ANOTHER IMMACULATE CONCEPTION!”……..  if i am ever in such denial remember to slap the crap out of me!  i did consider that it’s really sad that this whole family’s life has changed in a matter of minutes and felt bad, sad, prayed some for the family.  after work sierra’s party went great.  dropped the kids off at the carnival while me and brian took a ride around ocean drive and chilled out for a while.  mother’s day good……….went to church……….had lunch with mommy……….jase’s soccer game (chey and sis ditched me to go to the carnival again) which really hurt my feelings but i got over it.  that’s teenagers for ya.  someday….someday….someday they will know.  then to end the day my grandmother took a turn for the worse and i went to the nursing home to see her.  what others see as sad i see as a celebration.  she is dying and she is going home to be with God.  she has lived a LONG life and has touched so many.  I am not sad only sad for those who are sad. 

 how was everyone else’s mother’s day???

new drugs for women May 12, 2008

DAMNITOL
Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 full hours.

ST. MOMMA’S WORT
Plant extract that treats mom’s depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to two days.

FLIPITOR
Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.

MENICILLIN
Potent anti-boy-otic for older women. Increases resistance to such lethal lines as, ‘You make me want to be a better person. ‘

BUYAGRA
Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency, duration, and credit limit of spending spree.


JACKASSPIRIN
Relieves headache caused by a man who can’t remember your birth day, anniversary, phone number, or to lift the toilet seat

ANTI-TALKSIDENT
A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers in elevators.

NAGAMENT
When administered to a boyfriend or husband, provides the same irritation level as nagging him, without opening your mouth.

MY NEW PHONE! May 10, 2008

MENTAL HOSPITAL PHONE MENU

Hello and thank you for calling The State Mental Hospital

Please select from the following options menu:

If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.

If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want, stay on the line so we can trace your call.

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be forwarded to the Mother Ship.

If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are manic-depressive, it doesn’t matter which number you press, nothing will make you happy anyway.

If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969696.

If you are bipolar, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.

If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.

If you have low self-esteem, please hang up our operators are too busy to talk with you.

If you are menopausal, put the gun down, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. You won’t be crazy forever.

If you are blonde, don’t press any buttons, you’ll just mess it up.

what kind of mom? May 9, 2008

so lately some things have been hitting the fan around our house!  and when it hits everyone gets some of it.  i realize that it’s not such a bad thing because we are all affected because we all need each other so much.  (even though the girls think they know it all LOL)  we just finalized the moving of rooms in the home.  jase got his own room and the girls are back to sharing.  now believe me they have plenty of space but you’d think they were in the a 2×2 closet together.  they aren’t argueing any more than they were when they were in separate room so this is not a big deal.  still a little stress though.   then monday i get home from work, it’s a beautiful day, kids are outside playing, chey is getting ready for softball practice, then my phone rings it’s a good friend that gave me a heads up the the police were called because a bunch of boys were playing on top of someone’s storage trailer and when, well we will call them “witness’s” were asked my little jase’s name came up.  to make a long story short he owned up to it, apologized and moved on…………..WHO SAID BOYS WERE EASIER?  then it’s the struggle with the homework…. oh i was gonna do that later with chey or i couldn’t do that because who i do it with needs to be an adult (NOT TRUE- he’s been doing it with the random teenagers who are in and out of our house on a daily basis and they sign for it and everyone’s happy) lie lie lie………..uhhhhhhhhhhh  sierra’s got an attitude for whatever reason…………….cheyenne’s thinks she’s 30 years old, then comes the note yesturday that i receive from jase at 8pm at night (of course after he is done playing for the night) hum???  he got in trouble on the bus for something to do with his feet in the isle and talking back to the bus drive, something else but i don’t remember .  now i understand that this bus driver really is kinda a jerk and i only believe about 1/2 of it but he must be punished………..here comes the excuses……….my response( i will quote)  ” don’t care, be quiet, your grounded, love you!”  i can’t even deal!! LOL  then onto this morning when i look at jase and the shoes he is carrying to put on and realize that they are not his sneakers they are indeed his play ones.  conversation goes like this:

mom:  where are your sneakers?

jase: hum? ( the blank stare)

mom:  what?  where are your sneakers? 

jase: at the soccer field ( he had practice on tues it’s now friday (after rain too)

mom: why didn’t your tell me

jase: no answer just a shoulder shrug

mom : ok i’ll answer for you………….you figured you had practice today and you would get the sneakers back before i found out

i’ll tell you what they must think i just fell off the turnip truck.  do i have stupid written on my forehead?  so busted again , here comes the ommission is still a lie and god doesn’t like it, i love him no matter what, and so on, grounded some more!!

so sierra’s b-day party is tommorrow, suppose to do bbq-can’t deal ordering pizza

was gonna make a cake- can’t deal bought one

decorations-can’t deal making the kids do it

i’ll think i will sit back and drink………whadda you think?  and i don’t mean soda either!

a good word May 9, 2008

so last night as i was reading i came across some old notes i had written and i was referred to Galatians 6:2-5

2Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. 3If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself. 4Each one should test his own actions. Then he can take pride in himself, without comparing himself to somebody else, 5for each one should carry his own load. 

 definitions of the words burden and load:

burden- a load that can’t be carried alone

load-a weight we all have to carry

so i see this as God letting me know to carry my load but to participate in the carrying of each others burdens- when the load becomes too much and becomes the burden.  that’s not just for me who is totally willing to help others.  i do that already but one thing I do not do is let someone else carry my burdens and if i do i am not comfortable with it.  God has really been putting me in a place of humbleness and need.  i’m ok with that.  i know he’s working on me.  i need to allow others to help with my burden’s. 

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! May 9, 2008

This is for the mothers who have sat up
> all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
> wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
> wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
> ‘It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.’
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
> soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted.
>This is for all the mothers who show up at
> work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
> on their blouses and diapers in their purses.
>For al l the mothers who run carpools and
> make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
> And all the mothers who DON’T.
> This is for the mothers who gave birth to
> babies they’ll never see. And the mothers
> who took those babies and gave them homes.
> This is for the mothers whose priceless art
> collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
> And for all the mothers who froze their buns
> on metal bleachers at football or soccer games
> instead of watching from the warmth of their cars.
> And that when their kids asked, ‘Did you see me, Mom?’
> they would say, ‘Of course, I wouldn’t
> have missed it for the world,’ and mean it.  This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
> in the grocery store and swat them in despair
& gt; when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
> And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
> but realize how child abuse happens.
> This is for all the mothers who sat down with
> their children and explained all about making
> babies.And for all the (grand)mothers who
> wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.
> This is for all the mothers who go
> hungry,so their children can eat.
>  For all the mothers who read ‘Goodnight,
> Moon ‘twice a night for a year. And then
> read it again, ‘Just one more time.’
> This is for all the mothers who taught
> their children to tie their shoelaces before
> they started school. And for all the mothers
> who opted for Velcro instead.
> This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
> to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
> This is for every mother whose head turns
> automatically when a little voice calls ‘Mom?’
> in a crowd, even though they know their
> own offspring are at home or even away
> at college or have their own families.
> This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
> to school with stomach aches, assuring them
> they’d be just FINE once they got there, only
> to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
> asking them to please pick them up. ‘Right away!’
> This is for mothers whose children have gone
> astray,who can’t find the words to reach them.
> For all the mothers who bite their lips until they
> bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
> < BR>> For all the mothers of the victims of
> recent school shootings, and the mothers
> of those who did the shooting.
> For the mothers of the survivors,
> and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror,
> hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
>This is for all the mothers who taught their
> children to be peaceful, and now pray
> they come home safely from a war.
>  What makes a good mother anyway?
> Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
> The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
> sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
> Or is it in her heart?
> Is it the ache she feels when she
> watches her son or daughter disappear
> down the street, walking to school alone
> for the very first time ?
>The jolt that takes her from sleep to
> dread,from bed to crib, at 2 A.M. to put
> her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
> The panic, years later, that comes again
> at 2A.M. when she just wants to hear
> their key in the door and know they
> are safe again in her home?
> Or the need to flee from wherever she is
> and hug her child when she hears news
> of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
> The emotions of motherhood are
> universal and so are our thoughts for
> young mothers stumbling through diaper
> changes and sleep deprivation…
> And for mature mothers learning to let go.
> For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers;
> single mothers and married mothers;
>  mothers with money, mothers without.
> This is for you all. For all of us…
> Hang in there. In the end we can
> only do the best we can. Tell our children
> everyday that we love them. And pray
> and never stop being a mother…
>
> > ‘Home is what catches you when
> you fall - and we all fall.’

scripture…. who am i fighting? May 8, 2008

“But you will not even need to fight. Take your positions; then stand still and watch the Lord’s victory. He is with you, O people of Judah and Jerusalem . Do not be afraid or discouraged. Go out there tomorrow, for the Lord is with you!” 2 Chronicles 20:17

really, who am i fighting?  myself?  society?  what i’m around?  people?  i’m seeing that it doesn’t matter.  i need to stop fighting cuz he says i don’t need to.  i’m usually fighting with myself mostly, my past, my thoughts, where do they even come from?  i think some bizarre stuff sometimes.  and example…………..last night i had a pretty busy day that ended with a softball game so i figured i had time to show up (of course late) to a corporate prayer meeting at our church.  i walk in the door and i have an almost immediate thought of someone, not a good one either( filled with jealousy, pride whatever) so God of course gives a word (a scripture) to someone there to share with the rest of us there.  I don’t even remember what scripture it was but it went something like this:    don’t be jealous, get rid of jealous thoughts and pridefullness and humble yourself (this of course is not a quote)  Well how do you like that?  i wasn’t there 5 minutes and God spoke to me.  Thanks Dad, i needed a good kick in the rear!  He is really showing himself to me and I love it. 

well i am going to position myself and let him lead.  ok so reality………….I WILL TRY TRY TRY to do this, probably will fall at times and will Jesus pick me up and i will move on.

TO ALL MY FRIENDS! May 8, 2008

A request

 

To all my friends who in 2007 sent me best ‘wishes’, chain letters, ‘angel’ letters or other promises of good luck if I forwarded something,

NONE OF THAT  CRAP  WORKED!

For 2008, could you please just send money, Tequila, chocolate, movie tickets, gasoline vouchers or airline tickets instead?

Thank you! 

MY FRIEND SENT THIS TO ME? i wonder why? May 8, 2008

Today is International Weird People’s Day.
Please send an encouraging message to a weird friend

I don’t care if you lick windows,
Sniff toilet seats
Or occasionally poop yourself..

You hang in there Sunshine,
You’re frigging special.