Monthly Archives: January 2013
Cancer has once again touched a member of my family, for the first time since 1999. Now, it is our child…my oldest step-son, Tyler. He is 21 years old and a Junior at the state university and is set to graduate a semester early. His dream is to become an English Professor.
On Friday evening, during an ice storm, we were given the devastating news that he has stage 4 cancer. He had biopsy surgery on Saturday morning, and another surgery Monday morning to place a port in his shoulder. Having the port told us just how often he will have to have chemotherapy. Shortly before the second surgery, we were informed that it appears he may have a secondary cancer, because the first does not normally spread like it has. They will biopsy the liver later this morning to see just what other type we are dealing with.
I am speaking God’s healing for this young man, and peace for the family. I pray for peace, strength and blessings on Tyler, his dad and I, for Tyler’s mom and step-father and for his siblings. Please, will you stand with me in prayer? Matthew 18:20 says “For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” God is still in the miracle and healing business and there is power in prayer!
We have the hashtag #PrayForTyler trending locally. Let’s take it further than that to spread awareness for cancer!
Picture this: A two hundred pound woman, probably in her early twenties, poured into skin tight purple jeans, a skin tight grey shirt that left half her boobs hanging out (and nothing to the imagination) and wearing seven inch black hooker (spike) heels, prancing around child support court.
People were laughing at her as she pranced by. One not-so-nice fellow sitting a few seats down from me was kind of loud in his comments about her. She must have mistaken his voice to be one that belonged to the woman two seats down from him (whom we will call curly, for her hair) because, purple pants pranced over to her, bends down (at this point, I just had to look away as her shirt gaped open), and says in a high pitched slurred voice, “Excuse me, were you pointing at me?”
Curly looks at Purple Pants with disdain and says, “No I was not! Walk on!”
Purple Pants, giving her one last angry look, pranced away.
I really thought that a fight was going to break out at Court!
You think People of Walmart is bad? Go sit in Child Support court and see the colorful characters there! Only a handful of people, myself included, were dressed respectfully. And why do people bring their kids to court?! It plainly states in the summons that is sent to everyone, to NOT bring your kids with you to court! That is not the place for them. I’ve seen kids off all ages down there…from babies to teenagers, most of whom should have been in school. Pet peeve of mine.
During the four hours I spent there last week, we saw a woman going off on a blind man, yelling at him that he isn’t really blind because he is going down the stairs (he was using the rail and his cane), then we saw a guy dressed in skin tight jeans tucked into some very decorative blue cowboy boots with a rebel flag belt (loud guy had a blast that day making fun of people’s clothes). It’s just ridiculous!
Some things you should NEVER wear to Court:
- Skin tight pants/skinny jeans or any skin tight clothing
- Hooker shoes (6′ spike heels, etc), house shoes (this includes your fuzzy bunny slippers), crocs and flip flops
- spaghetti strap shirts (unless they are covered with a cardigan), t-shirts with writing, and shirts that are revealing (make sure your boobs and belly button are covered)
- Too baggy clothing (Fellas, pull your pants UP! No sagging…we do not want to see your underwear! Same goes to the ladies with the low riders…we don’t want to see your thong)
- No hoodies or hats
- Shorts or mini skirts
- No ripped or holey jeans
I’m sure I could add more to the list, but you get the gist. These are the biggies. I don’t care what kind of court it is, be it Family Law or Criminal…you want to make a good impression and that includes dressing appropriately.
Next time, I will be prepared…and get some pictures.
My outside thermometer reads 30 degrees and it’s supposed to get into the teens again tonight. As I sit here freezing my rear end off, I am dreaming of this:
I will be here this summer (thank you, Delta!). I wish I was already there…sitting on a warm sandy beach and sipping something tropical and fruity from a glass with a little umbrella. Summer, please get here fast!
We got SNOW, people! We NEVER get snow! Ok well…a “dusting” is normal. I measured almost three inches on my back deck….for East Tennessee, that is major! Once we knew snow was in the forecast, there was the usual run to the store for bread and milk. Even if it calls for just a dusting, there is still a run to the store for bread and milk. Everyone is terrified of being stranded at home for a few hours without it.
When it snows here, our woodsy, curvy, mountain-y back roads become very treacherous, so the panic can be understandable, especially when you have idiots driving in it that have no business behind the wheel of a car in weather perfect conditions, let alone ice and snow. Today was bad. It rained most of the morning, then it quickly turned into sleet, then big, fat, heavy snowflakes that quickly accumulated (from 2-6 inches in the valley, more for the mountains) within just a few short hours. And, for the first time since the Blizzard of ’93, thunder and lightening was present! We had cars off the road everywhere, a thirty minute commute took up to three hours, and a lot of power outages.
I’d love it if it didn’t mean school was called off…after having the kids home and at each others throats for most of the last several days (school was called off for heavy rain on Wednesday and they went half a day today), I’m kinda over the weather (though it was great seeing them get along for the hour they spent outside playing in the fluffy white stuff!) Not to mention the vast amounts of mud and snow tracked into my house over the past few days! I will have to rent a carpet cleaner this weekend since mine had a massive stroke before Thanksgiving.
Summer can’t come fast enough!
At least the snow is pretty! I’m thankful the kids got home in the nick of time (right before it started sleeting) and so thankful that my husband made it home from work in one piece (with FOOD!)….even if it did take him over three hours.