I am having a problem trying to figure out which is worse to deal with, adult children or grandchildren. I swear they are both on the same level.

Ray, my 41 year old son is still staying here. He has temper tantrums as bad or worse than the boys. This is an experience, I have to tell you. I tried to talk to him tonight and I should have just saved my breath.

My son has some problem that I was unaware of until he moved back home. I have known for years that he likes pot and alcohol. He was told no pot here. Yea, sure! What we were not aware of is his depression and his anger. His anger is scary!!! His depression lets his just sit and not do the things he needs to be doing.

He had court today on a driving without a license charge. The judge gave him until Jan. to get his license and get going on his drug and alcohol treatment. He was suppose to start that last month, but he had a temper tantrum instead and took off. His appointment now is on Wednesday morning. We'll see.

What makes life so interesting is the boys have figured out real quick just how to set him off. It sure doesn't take much!! So here we are sitting in the middle and watching to two generations fight each other. I literally have to step in between them so they will not get physical. Ray has already done that and I will not allow it to happen again!!

Can anyone understand what I mean when I say, I love all three of them, but I may make grease spots out of all of them!! Why must I live in a house with so much violence?? I just hate it.

I keep trying to remember, "This too will pass..."
Love from the Russian front.
Granny

Talk about running into yourself coming and going, that has been my week. Running here and there to take the boys or pick them up. I'm tired!!!

On top of everything busy, we got two bombs dropped on us yesterday. First at work I got a very hysterical call from my sister. She had just gotten the news that our niece has cervical cancer. She was crying her heart out. After talking with her a while, I was able to get through to her that I had had cervical cancer over 31 years ago.(But who is counting.) It is very survivable if treated early. I am a survivor and I still am. I wish my niece didn't have it, but if she has to have cancer, I am glad she has one that she can beat.

Then, that same night, I got an email from my husband's niece. It seems that my husband's great nephew is in the hospital fighting for his life. He has been diagnosed with an extremely aggressive leukemia. This young man is only 16 years old. This is his second fight for life. He almost died when he was born. This is just so unfair. This is a young family with four children. This young man is their oldest. Please everyone, pray for Austin. May God's will be done.

So, I may vent, moan and groan, but I have a good health life and I am very thankful for it. God has blessed us repeatedly. The boys may have their behavioral problems, but they are strong and healthy. My husband had a triple heart bypass 6 years ago, but the doctor told me they caught it before there was any heart damage. So, am I blessed?? I have to say yes, I believe so.

Tomorrow is Friday. It has been a long week. I could be sad and in the dumps. I think I would rather be thankful for the many gifts I have received.

Love to you all,
Granny

I am posting at 10:25PM PDT

I am just fuming. What is it going to take to put some thing back the way they were before Branden got into trouble?? For the last six months he has grown angrier and angrier. He is more and more disrespectful and just not the decent warm person he was before.

Tonight I asked him to do his homework. He sat at his computer and played music and watched the designs that media player makes with the music. I told him to turn the music off and get on his assignments. He got very mouthy and I cuffed him. He ran in the kitchen and I think he wanted to can CPS. G-pa got very angry and really gave him a piece of his mind.

I am done. I am not going to fight it anymore. His parole states that he has to attend school regularly which he does. BUT, it also states that he is to maintain passing grades. He has an "F" in Biology. Not a passing grade. The way he is going with the rest of his classes, his grades should start to drop.

Why am I breaking my back doing everything I can for this person. He doesn't care and he doesn't do anything except ask for more. I am done, no more. I am not going to put up with this way of life. I don't have to.

Major Vent!!!
Night all,
Granny

Well, that means back to work, after a weekend off. Now that is a joke.. A weekend off means, doing the laundry, cleaning and cooking. Just like every other housewife. When do we get a day off?? Good question, right??

OK, I will admit this was my choice and I love my family very much. All of them. BUT, I would be extremely happy if just one of them would learn to bend at the waist. You know, pick up after themselves. I keep hoping, but I should stop complaining because, I will admit I made them the way they are. I believe it is called spoiling the kids and husband.

Monday also means that Chuck has to take Branden to therapy. That is about a one hour drive one way. Then on Tuesday he gets to do it again, only this time with Billy. Thankfully Billy's therapist is closer to home.

And Life Goes On.

It has turned not so nice around here now. The weather has a lot of the wet drippy stuff. It is one of the 4 letter words I like the least. When it is wet like this, recess is anything but fun. IF it is not raining too hard we can still go outside. But, the grass is so wet we either have sopping wet students, or we have to try to make them all stay on the blacktop.

Do you think I am having a Bit--- day?? Really I didn't. It was a very productive day at work. I know I a confusing, but how else can I have fun at my age??? I have to cause trouble somehow...

Actually I just popped in to say hello to everyone and make sure no one forgets I'm out here.
Later all,
Granny

Branden Before:



Now the change.....

Branden After:



What a difference a trip to the barber shop can make!!! Needless to say, I am one happy Grandma tonight...

Now let me explain the reasoning behind Branden's choice. When we went up to visit his Mom last Sunday, she told him she would give him $50 if he got a hair cut. THEN, his uncle Bob also told him that he would give him $50 for a good hair cut. Now let's do the math. $50+$50 = $100 He wanted a hair cut. I am wondering if they both knew the other had offered the $50. Too bad, I am going to hold them to their word. A 16 year old can always use $100 to save for something...

I printed the pictures and got a card ready for Branden to mail to Mom, and I emailed the pictures to his uncle. Now let's see how fast they pay up.

Branden is doing well in school. 1- A, 2- B, 2-C and 1-F. That is honestly much better than before. Now he wants to improve that 1- F.

Now, if I can get Billy in gear. He just doesn't seem to care. this is his Sophomore year and he is just not doing anything. I can tell him to do his assignment, but I can not force him. Even when he does do an assignment 9 times out of 10 he will forget to turn it in. I am really getting worried about him and his education. He is not slow or handicapped in any way, he just plain doesn't are. Right now he is flunking everything again.

We are still waiting to hear from the doctor about his blood work. I honestly hope it shows a problem so then just maybe there can be a correction to the way Billy is behaving now. Otherwise, I'll just have to sit on him and bounce. That is my favorite threat.

Well, that is what is on my pea brain tonight. That and my husband threw his back out again. Maybe I should bounce on him!!! He did in his syatic nerve again. (Not sure how to spell that one.) Man that hurts..

So there you have it. We are hanging in and going forward.

Bye for tonight,
Granny