Introducing the Jacksons..aka the Crazies

The Jackson Family established May 1993.

Take a Texas cowboy, and a semi crazy city girl and join them in marriage.

Give them a few children, mixed with a dash or so of stress, never ending love, and a dog or three , the falling economey,failing school systems, and movies and music that should never be seen or heard you get....US!

Dean, my Husband of 19 years, my soul mate, and the only person on the face of the earth I have lain awake at night plotting how deep and wide the hole will need to be to bury his body in the back yard. He is fully aware of this as I am sure he has had the same dream a night or two..I mean I know he has wanted to off himself, because I am just to adorable to kill. But he is a great kisser,wonderful provider, and my best friend in life so  I just tell him I am helping him get a jump on our someday pool with that hole. Then there is Jennifer,  our first born,who is just that, our first, meaning she will hate us and spend thousands maybe millions on therapy trying to correct all the damage we have done over the past 25 years. She is in the middle of her own divorce, she doesn't want to talk about, and raising two of the sweetest babies ever on the face of the earth , she has tons me in her, so I know she  will survive life with her strength, determination, and love, and she will also screw up those sweet babies as all parent do. Then along came Maddie, our 15 yr old princess, diva, cheerleader, hates school and reading, and anything NOT having to do with BOYS or SHOPPING, she can brighten the room with her smile, leave your sides hurting from laughter and then leave a note in your lunch box that you are the lamest person on the face of the earth. She is also convinced that not a single one of her High School teachers are qualified to teach and and they fail her simply on the fact that they know that she knows this secret!

Then came Dawson, my last born, the baby that stole my heart the moment he was conceived, 

 my sweet snuggle buggle of a boy....well that used to be true, now he is 13, a handsome body of smelly, sweaty, thinks he is god's gift to all teen girls,hormones. He is charming and thoughtful when he tries, but that would require his attention on something other than xbox, his cell phone, or his Ipod, and ANYONE who KNOWS 13 yr old boys know THAT JUST AINT GONNA HAPPEN! 

He also has a strange habit of whispering, stolen from that boy on the TV show "The Middle"..walking through Walmart with a teen whispering " cantaloupe" is comical.

Then there is me, a wife, a mother, a childcare supervisor, my entire day is spent with or around children, and every single day I realize i know even less than the day before. You will get to know me..just keep reading. 

The death of Yertle

So being the Pisces that I am I of course stopped my large, Chevy Taho on a dime yesterday to allow a baby red slider turtle to cross the road, but then my patience of a gnat took over and I jumped out, picked up this little Yertle the turtle, and placed him in a Nike shoe box I had.. He should feel privileged the last thing that lived in that box was a very pricey pair of shoes for my son! Since our home is just a few blocks from the river I decided to place yertle in my front flower bed where he could make his own decision of either waiting for me to haul him to the water myself.. OR... Head that way on his own( I was praying for this one!) So a few hours later I wandered out.. No Yertle... Yay! What a smart turtle! It was still daylight, and time for some last minuet chores, Dawson returned from fishing just in time to fire up the lawn mower .. Well to take over the easy part of pushing the auto drive mower with his pointer finger,  as I had  already spent a good 45 minutes all alone trying to get the damn thing started!... No sooner did he get going at a great pace, it happened, Yertle threw himself in front of the mower stating he just no longer wished to live!... That's how my mind see's it.. I think it was more like the mower made a noise and then flung different body pieces of Yertle at us! Poor Yertle... all I could tell Dawson was I guess his time here on earth was up and I just disrupted Gods plan when I saved him from the road.... Sounded better than yelling You Killed Yertle at him... I mean it is hard enough already to get the boy to do chores, I don't want to make it impossible ! Note to self...next time just keep driving, no sense in delaying the inevitable. Fly high Yertle, Fly High!

Welcome to the crazy..

Dean ( the missing husband) with our demon spawn..blessings...Dawson and Maddie

Welcome, I had a thought while hiding out from my teens and their friends this morning in my bedroom, obsessively clicking refresh on Twitter and Facebook..WHY am I keeping all this joy to myself? Why not share such fun with the world? So here I go...my first, probably last, and most likely never looked at by another attempt to blog about the insane day to day blessings ( really need a better word..maybe torture fits better) of my life living as a single..no wait... I have been married for 19 years in May, raising two teens on my own.

( More on my husbands whereabouts later) oops, I must regress..I have three children..one was a success! (Depending on your idea of success) but the other two are still in the " To be determined" area of life..