I was telling my dtr that I had made the decsion to get my mc endorsement & a scoot...she was all for it. I knew she would be she loves to ride & told me once any man she gets interested in must ride. LOL Of course she was born w/biker in her blood.
I digress......she is going to go through it all too..Right along w/me. We're going to get our temps together, do the course together...
She and I often butt heads so this is a good thing....a common ground, good bonding.
I freakin' luv it!
Lady_Bug, dont worry about that stick. He's at the age of awareness. His mind is turning to Girls so that is where you deal guidance/punishment as needed. Ya just gotta be creative and he will stay in line. It worked for me. I used to skip class, (a lot of class) but when I found out about girls - whew Ya couldnt get me outta any class that they were in, LOL.
I'm just saying, its a tool and a damn site bigger and better than a stick, LOL.
You have a good one and "YES" I was lurking again.
b5-thanks, i like 'em too..sexy mother fu**ers too..lol..anyways, yes I AM A GOOD MOTHER! (still- worken and learn'n it, an everyday thang). wouldn't change it for the world, always knew he would make or break me and the little sh*t did BOTH....hahahaa, he's taller than me and just turned 11,,,i will be get'n a big ole stick to keep him in line..
blush--------you must of read some of sylvia browns books....i also beleive that they choose the type of life they are to live before they come here, to complete their journey.......it's said that is want is needed to complete their soul..interesting.....it is hard to met some people, i enjoy talking to you....as for the guys leaving because of a child....you are right in telling them not to let the door hit them in the a s s on the way out.....you will see soon, i feel, a very special man is coming your way.....and he will complete the triangle......
blush-that's a tuff one-i really don't know what to say....i can understand the guilt part on some level, but i havn't walked in your shoes, only mine, i can only imagine.... maybe god knew how special you were to give you such a special, precious child--and you had the special kind of love he would need....i once read an article why people are given "special" people in their lives, and the answer there was-that you were loved so much, and that they chose you for their parent-even before they were born-knowing that they were the one to give to you and you to them a love that could never had been experienced any other way....your quite a lady blush....
blush---wow---to hell and back huh?....isn't it amazing what we had done...your a very strong and loving lady...your son is a lucky man....how old is he now?....i applaud you for your strength....i won't say i am totally clean now, i do party once in a blue moon, but i'll never go back into hell...to lonely and dark in there....lol.....we all did pretty goooood i think! i am proud of us......
sniff...sniff..(as i try to keep the water from run'n down my cheeks)..daaammmnn btudes5, guess there was no need for make-up this morn'n.....whew....i pray that i have shown and will continue to show my son an unconditional bond that he will one day search for, give, and indure...
Thanks ladies--my grandson & myself are doing better. He always scares me because he runs like 105 fever and it is hard to get it to come down, even for the Dr's.
As far as my plee--ok I've been widowed for 10 yrs. We(I) lost everything during his illness and shortly afterwards. The last over 7 yrs I have worked 2 to 3 times the normal person and regained and tripled what I lost. But haven't really got to enjoy it because I worked so much.
Almost 2 yrs ago right after I bought the scoot I found out I was sick. WTF---I was down for a yr. and this last year has been better, but I still have times my body won't co-operate.
3 mo's ago my job (very well paying) was ripped out from under me and I was not giving my severence. That was a low blow--but I thought --OK go to plan B---well plan B screwed me too---So it's plan C--well guess what---you got it.
Now I don't know about ya'll but I didn't have a plan D. Other than Devestated!!! I still have my bike by the skin on my teeth--The person that was going to assist me in paying it off--backed out. Wow I'm thinkin----I feel fucked.
I know I have made it thru the most difficult time in my life which was 10 yrs ago losing my love... I have always picked myself back up and being a Taurus the bull---stompeded over life.
I guess I'm tired, my body hurts, and I'm so sick of others thinking my name is---You gotta. Like you gotta $10.00--you gotta cig.--ect...
This issue with my body is heritary and there is no definition for it. I'm not in as much pain, but my legs--hands/arms just go. My daughter is afraid I'm going to stop at a stop light and go to put my feet down and my legs not work. I tease her and tell her that I will just look like Rolan(on his bike) on Laugh-In. She doesn't find that funny at all.
So my major decisions are--can I afford the bike with-out my extremely good income--And even if I can keep it--is it just going to sit and gather dust, cause my body won't work right.
As for right now--everytime...
babybaby....my heart goes out to you, when my grandsons lung filled with fluid last month and i saw him in the hospital, i thought i would die, and to look in my daughters eyes was even worse....he did ok, and is home again...its like facking ping-pong---everytime the phone rings my heart stops....i really wish there was something that could be said to help you and yours....but i know no words even exist for this....i am not to much of a religious person anymoe but i promise i will light a candle for you and your grandson and ask for health and a fighting chance., i'm sure he's a tuff little shit.........you will get your ride, and just for thoes few minutes----all is put away and there are no thoughts...its almost like it magical, if only for a few minutes....if i had a bike i would give you a ride, or hell i'd give you the bike..... but they don't need us in the hospital also...somehow, someway we will all survive this.....and who know's maybe one day we will be teaching our grandbabies to ride.....
AAAAWWWW (((((Babybaby))))) bless your heart. I know where your head and heart are I think. I do not know how you feel but I know how I feel.
My husband and I rode 2 up for 34 years.. He died in Dec. '03. When spring came and the bikes started coming out here in OH..I thought I would die. It was pure hell all summer and fall. I cried everytime I heard or saw one.
My health is fading fast & I may not have alot of years left(of course that is true for any one of us). I am no longer waiting for someone else to put me in the wind. I want to ride again ... I want to be in the wind before I die. If it's only once so be it. If it's a couple years..praise be.
HONEY....if I had that scoot...I would be there. You would be on the back and we would ride.
One day in Nov a biker gal friend came to visit me...she took me out for a putt..OMGosh it was heaven. First ride in over a year. I was free again. Just those few hours put my head where it was supposed to be.
Come on somebody close to this lady....get there for her please.
Hi ya'll--- I'm going to ask a favor now and can explain a bit later. There are some awesome people here, especially women. I read daily what ya'll write--and I am touched.
On the norm I don't really ask others for anything, but as I have been battling with some issues--somehow a few of you come to mind. Especially you Bea. My second thought is something my mom said to me after my husbands death--which was "Honey if you don't ask or tell--how are we to know you need anything"
Sooo--I need to ride!!!!!--Please!!!I'll explain later--I just want to ride 1 more time--So if ya'll could start a prayer-good thoughts--good wishes (whatever is your beliefs or ways) I just want to ride 1 more time---I will give up something--I will do whatever--I just want to put on my HD jeans-thoses boyish HD boots-a bit of leather--a bit of lace--Start er up---Thadda--Thadda---Thadda---and go for a ride--it doesn't even matter how far--I would accept a short one. It has been in the 70's--I have some major decisions to make, but I need this ride sooo bad. On top of that I have also spent 3 1/2 weeks playing 'lets pass the phemonia back-n-forth' with my grandson. So we have been cooped up.
Thank you to those that will--
Stir Crazy (babybaby)
seeme---your so right, nothing comes with directions and we learn as we go along....we make amends where we can and fix what was fixable, and just live with the rest....would i ever want to go thru all that shit again?...noooooooo....but now since time has passed and we have all grown-that experience has made a bond between me and my kids no one can ever break, and now i see them doing it for their kids....its so hard to teach people and kids love, they have to see and learn it and the only thing i can say from what i am reading here from everyone....WE ALL DID A HELL OF A GOOD JOB AND TAUGHT THEM THAT NO MATTER WHAT, YOU TUFF IT OUT WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE AND NEVER GIVE UP......TO ALL I GIVE A BIG HUG AND YES, I DO SAY THANK GOD FOR US.....WE'RE ALRIGHT......
we must remember we do the best we can do with what we were given!!!!!!
be proud of yourselves for reaching the point you are in your life
i am an adult child of a very abusive alcholic father--no i never touched my kids--but i know there were things said that wasn't always nice
i stayed in a relationship toooooooo long because of MY fears--and when all the past trash fell out of what i call my feelings closet in 5/01 i realized i needed to fix ME--which i did--and i've never been happier and more content with my life--i like and love ME
my 23 yr old daughter lives with me and about 2 yrs ago told me she really likes the real me--not that she didn't like the old me--but i'm more at ease
the reason i'm back in jersey was to heal--and i'm the only person my father ever admitted to to having a problem with drinking and he finally admitted in a public forum that he was physiclly, emotionally and verbally abusive to all--i would have missed that--he passed away 4/10/03
so congrats to all that have made peace with their past
ragosa...i understand what you went thru with your dgt...after my husband died, they were still young (young teen), and yes, i did f**k up, little by little i started drinking more and more and then needed more pills and it becames a cycle of destruction....and looking back the sad part was the kids tried to save me-pick me up off the floor, ect...one time i woke up in icu with more wires and leads on me (don't even know how i got there)came around at about 4 am with my sister sitting next to me crying...did that stop me-hell no...walked out ama, and was in a bar that night..the more liquor and pills i could find-the futher away from the pain of my husband i could go---yea right---or so i thought---my sister and her husband finally came and got jake and nicole away from me, and at that time i hit rock bottom, couldn't get lower....i finally got help and well, but the damage i had done to the kids....then they entered hell, no suprise there.. my daughter for a little while and she was home and ok, my son kept falling deeper in...one time his friends called me as said he was asking for me and he wasnt looking to good-when i got there he was getting close to the edge, and i don't know how i did it, but i picked up the 6 foot man and carried him in my arms to the er, they got things working and i stayed by his side for 48 hours until he woke up....didnt scare him enough though...he had sold everything he had and stuff from his dad just to get drug and liquore money...he asked for some from me---and being so full of guilt, gave him what he asked for knowing in my heart what it was, until my daughter said mom you just have to walk away from him now if you love him...i did walk away with my heart torn out (more for him then me), and said no more help from me jake you will either make it or die....i never lit so many candles in my life and said so many prayers---because i knew in that mess of a guy was a heart of gold and a good guy....when i saw him when he came to the house to tell me something-his apperience chocked me-he had hit bottom....said he joined the navy because it he didnt he would die...his brain was always his problem for him...he was gifted and tested so high on the math and science, they placed him in the nuke program and school for two years and ran them on the aircraft carries...he went to aa, finally called and told me and asked me to go with him....i was never more proud of what he did for himself....hes out now and both kids are wonderful parents and we are like three theives in the night-we are there for it all....no one will ever take our bond away from us....i made amends where i could, as they did...the rest we had to let go...one day we were having some major money problems and i said--what the hell did we do wrong, because all the rest of the family had made so much and wanted for nothing and he gave me a hug and said we didnt do anything wrong-we just had made some bad choices., and we are the ones that have it all...we all end up where we are ment to be, some of us take the harder road....thicker heads i guess...lol....but your right-NEVER give up on them, love them, do what you have to do and yea they will hate you, but like i told them you cant hate something you never loved.....we all made it.....you all made it.......
A mother/ daughter butting heads is like the next breath you take, natural....
Some years back I almost lost her to the crack pipe and I was faced with maybe having to raise my two grandkids and never seeing my first born again. Thank God she had a brain left, had strengh and loved her kids more then the pipe!!! She still had some of her soul left, picked herself up, stopped hating me and
10 years later is still the best mom and daughter anyone could ask for. Close, hell yes we are tight!!! As a teen she stood by me as I fought dragons and she paid an awful price. As a young adult her Mom stood by her while she fought her dragons. It's all about unconditional love and
the sacred bonds of blood.... father to son, mother to daughter. When the dust clears
and settles........ Nothing else really matters to me......Nothing else ever will
nice, that is wonderful....i wish i could talk my daughter into doing it with me.....we butt heads alot also....but we are each others best friend....i wish you guys the best of luck....maybe someday we can all ride together.......