Mamma @ MindSay

Well I am in a better mood today.  Nobody lost life or limb yesterday.  Scared poor Randy that I wasn't in one of those killing moods.  I think he thinks I am plotting his demise to collect insurance money.  Silly man, I don't have enough insurance on him yet for that plan!

 

After choir practice yesterday, I have deiceded J the volunteer who is working this year's school choir will NOT be the one who teaches my kids and I how to play guitar.  We will go with the orginal plan of action.  I teach the basics and once TKD is done (to 1st dan) we will stop at that academy and go to the small lil mixed marital arts academy in town and find a guitar teacher.  The man drives  me crazy!  He has had no formal musical schooling and treats the kids like adults and the one teacher and me as if we were children and don't know how to read music let alone read the words on the sheet music.  My gods the teacher who is helping is playing an older Gibson guitar and knows how to play it!  Plus she can read music and i think since she is the 7th/8th grade teacher she can read the words!  I have told the man time and time again and he has gone to my HS music concerts before that I can not only read music but gasp I graduated from highschool at the top of my class! 

 

Anyway, I made chicken cordon blue and veggies for the kids and hubby last night before pool.  Then I scarfed a philly cheese steak and fries down at the Pub!:D  I did rather well for myself last night.  I won 1 out of 3 games last night.  I was hitting nothign but slop shots in my second game and then the old lady i was playing against got on a good run.  My Gods if I was happy to win one of hte games!  This old lady is in her early to mid 70s and she has been playing since her early 20s!  Their team consistered of the old lady, two of her daughters, one of her granddaughters, and another girl who played pretty well.  We lost our over all match by two games.  But we all still had fun!  As Justin the bartender stated:  "Ya'll should have ordered the mushrooms for a snack!  Then I could have slipped in some wwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooohhhhhhhhhh mushrooms on you and you would have shot better games!"  Such a smart ass! 

 

Today the kids went to school an hour and half late!  My Mommy reitred officially yesterday.  Actually it is Friday but she won a 24 hour off award via the gov't so she tookt hat as a day off and then jsut requested 2 days of her 7 weeks of vk they have to pay her to take the rest of the week off.  The hospital provided a staff pot luck.  A lot of ppl were in tears over my moms retiring.  She has put 20 some years in at the IHS Hospital and that doesn't include working 15 some years at another hospital!  She has worked on ppl her age parents and grandparents, her age ppl, helped birth a lot of my friends and their children and she will be very much missed up at that hospital!  The doctors even got a few digs on her and as they call her "opinions".  They knew she was going to get them if they did wrong!:D  Some of the other NA Indian ppl from other tribes had no clue until the Tribal Council Chairman stated that my mom's was born on the rezes and raised on the rezes and they were really suprised.  When my mom got up to thank everyone for the gifts they got her and the hospital got her, she suprised even some of the tribal family and staff from our rez when she said that her family has been in the area as long as if not longer then the Bago tribe has been in this area.  She gave dates and then stated the rez will always be home and then pointed to me and my kids and said our family feels welcomed here and has become members of various other families and you'll see me around!:D 

 

It was great.  Now it is time for the parental units to live it up for a while!:D  Maybe Bingo or Casinos for them:P:D  Heheheheheheheh.  Anyway I got my rough draft of my paper complete.  I jsut need to type it and get it submitted.  And hopefully my next post I'll have some wonderful news.

 

I am off to procrstantat more and try not to be so moody!:D

Three weeks into the kids school year and Mamma Bitch had to go up to the school.  NEW RECORD! 

 

Randy gave me a new name to go with Mamma Bitch though.  He says there are no bear totems in either one of our families and he is correct.  So according to Randy I can't call myself a Mamma Bear I have to be Mamma Wolf cause his name means wolf and his last name in german means son of wolf. 

 

Anyway, let the games begin.  The blonde hair and blue eyes singled Mz Diva DeLaney out today and she got called a few names.  Nothing as major as last year.  But still racial motivated. 

 

When i picked the kids up, DeLaney informed me of the first incidetn happening at recess and she informed the teacher and nothing was done.  Strick one.  The second incident happened at PE.  PE teacher I went to school with and he is 4 years older then me and I was good friends with his sister in school.  Needless to say Mr. M KNEW if he didn't do something about it, I would have his ass along with the recess teacher's ass when DeLaney told me about the name calling.  Mr. M pulled the lil girl who was doing the name calling out of play and sat her down and also sat DeLaney down.  Strick two.  My girl didn't do shit wrong you dont' punish her.    Mr. M failed to report the incident to the Counselor, their girls' teacher, or to the Administraor.  Strick three.

 

I promptly turned my car around.  Administrator was busy and counselor wasn't to be found, so i went to the teacher.  Mr. M hightailed his ass into the Church basement when he saw me pull into the parking lot and walk to the school.  Smart move Mr. M.  I'll be at mass on Sunday so you and I can have a lil talk:D

 

DeLaney's teacher did take action when DeLaney informed her of what happened in PE.  The school counselor was called in and she removed the lil girl who was calling DeLaney names to her office to have a chit chat about discrimination (doesn't matter if her lil butt is indian), name calling and respecting other ppl.  Especially when the other person you are calling names to, has been nothing but nice to you, let you ride to a bday party with her, and asked her mom to give her a ride down to their mom's place of work after school!  While the school counselor was addressing the lil girl, the teacher was addressing DeLaney and the rest of the class about respecting other ppl and how discrimination is discrimination and she will NOT tolerate it from anyone in the class.

 

I informed the teacher that is good because this mamma won't put up with it and she best make sure she documents the incident.  If it happens again I will be requesting a meeting with the lil girl's parents and it won't be pretty.  Teacher agrees that something will be done if it happens again.  Administrator still no where to be found and Mr. M is still hiding out in the basement of the church.

 

As the kids and I were leaving the school after my chit chat with the teacher, Mr. M decieded it was safe to walk up from the church to school.................he must have forgetton how I am.  I did a u turn in the middle of the road and went back into the school parking lot.  Mr. M had no where to go.  I advised him to write up an incident report and I would be checking tomorrow.  If he didn't have it written up, it wouldn't matter if I like his parents or sister or even him, I would have his balls in the palm of my hand.  Mr. M agreed to get the incident report documented before he left school tonight.  I dont' have to go to Mass on Sunday now.  Thank GODS!

 

Randy is not a happy camper that the bull crap of racial discrimination from the indian kids towards the stand out white kids is starting early.  It did make him feel better that the two main instigators from last year got their asses beat by their parents/guardians when I raised enough hell last year, that DeLaney and the two girls are now very much friends and okay with each other.  DeLaney and Coltin are even going to one lil girl's bday party tomorrow night after TKD. 

 

Why I said stand out white kids, is first the majority of the indian kids in the school are either half to 3/4 white but are considered "indian" because they ahve that 1/4 blood line to be registered in one of teh federal regoniized tribes.  Second out of the four full white kids (two of them are mine) DeLaney and a lil first grade catch the most hell from the indian kids who aren't being taught to treat ppl the same.  They have bright blonde hair and bright blue eyes and fair skin.  Where Coltin and the other lil white girl are brunettes.  Colt has darker blue eyes that hint at green or grey and darker skin then the majority of his class.  And the lil white girl has fair skin but brown eyes and her mom thinks they are indian.  Basically wannabe.  In other words they blend in and the majority of the kids and substitute teachers or visiting missionaries think they are indian.  I even had one of the visiting nuns ask me last week why I was picking up the lil white girl when I picked the kids up.  I said she was mine that is why and she goes well her dad must be the white one in the family. 

 

I have gotten use to it all my life having indian and none indian alike think I am indian so i just let the nun think that.  I am getting real tired of various ppl in a minority groups thinking they can scream racial discrimination and teach their kdis that but it is okay for them to call other ppl of other races derogatory names.  Discrimination is discrimination no matter who is doing it.  I won't bow down because I happen to be white.  Don't screw with my kids and I won't make your life hell. 

 

We will see how this plays out.  I meet mom and dad of the lil girl who started the shit today when I took her to the bday party last week with us.  Mamma is half white and half indian and Daddy is half white and half indian.  So tech lil girl who starting the shit is half white and half indian!  I know Daddy will flip his lid when he finds out, simply because I know who the family is and they have every race in the book intermarried into their family.  Mamma is from a different tribe and even though she has lived here a while I don't know her or her family.

 

I am hoping we can work this out because DeLaney is devestated about this lil girl saying something like that to her.  She thought they were friends.  My poor girl has been learning since kindergarden that some ppl including kids are just hurtful to others and they like to pick on those that stand out.  Thankfully it hasn't prevented her from donig her own thing still!

So I just got back from the movies where I was undoubtedly the youngest there by a good 30-40 years. Bunch of old British people! My sis and I were the only ones dancing along, which in most movies would be wierd, but come on this is freaking ABBA! Its made to be danced along with! Hello Dancing Queen!

 

An amazing movie. Meryl Streep was awesome, and James Bond sung! Any movie that can have a man most people picture in a suit with a martini and killing people instead be singing and dancing will be an instant classic.

 

 

*said in valley girl stupid voice* 

 

Like WOW!  The weekend is LIKE SO OVER!  I have like no time to do anything for myself!  It like soooooooo sucks! 

 

*coughs*

 

Okay so yay the weekend did go by extermly fast.  The small lil get together friday night at the parental units house for Coltin's actual birthday went okay.  Coltin was having a melt down from being over stimulated, hyped up on sugar all day long, and very very tired.  When I get around to posting pictures you will see how crabby the birthday boy was opening his gifts that night.

 

Saturday we cleaned up the house, made plans to meet again at the parental units to have supper with my anal retentive pruddy sister and her similar behaved family before heading up to the city for ice skating for said birthday party.  It was okay until Randy torked me the fark off!  If I was a tv show at that time I would have been Jackie Gleason from the Honeymooners saying:  "TOooooooooooooooo the MOON ALICE" to Randy that evening before we left.  One of the formans from another job site called Randy up and asked him to get to the shop ASAP so one of his guys could get a part needed for Sunday morning.  Of course the owners of the farking buisness were no where to be found so that meant Randy had to actually do it.  Would have been fine if he would have consulted me as to when he would meet Brent the Man Ho to pick the part up.  As it was we ended up picking up two of the kids that were riding with us a half hour to 45 minutes early to get to the shop by 6 pm.  Which ment we were EXTERMLY early to the rink.

 

We had about 9-10 kids show up.  I did very well on my knee.  Not one fallage on the ice for me or Randy.  He wisely stayed away from me for fear of a body check into the wall.  I was feeling festy especially since the skate rental was all hokey skates:D  (Ice Rink is the home of the City Juniour Hokey League)  My kids fell on their asses a few times.  Coltin finally picked it up enough to catch the wall but DeLaney yay...........the poor girl takes after her daddy on the no cortination with ice skating.  Poor thing couldn't stop introducing her body to the ice!  My neice picked skating up like a pro and my nephew after a meeting of ice and his head did really well.  He went home with a goose egg but had the time of his life.  Now my girl Teri's oldest boy who is a Freshman, he didn't fare so well.  First it was his first time on ice.  Second the idiot (must be a man thing to try and show off right away!) was trying to skate backwards on ice that was basicly ready to be smoothed out.  Thrid he also had a meeting of the ice and his head.  The ice won 9 stitches to none!  Yes the boy cracked his eyebrow wide open!  He is okay.  But his mom is yet again convienced ice skating is an evil evil sport!  The one and only time she went she blew her knee.  The rest of the kids fell a few times and then picked it up pretty well.  My sister actually did pretty good on her first go around on ice also.  She kept sitting down though because for those of you that have never used hockey skates, they HURT if you A don't have thick enough socks on and B don't use them enough to build up a tolerance to them.  They are non flexable and hard!

 

Sunday came.  A day of rest my cute chubby ass!  Got up.  Got the kids off to church.  Fixed biscuts and gravy for breakfast.  Kids came home and I got torked with Grandma.  She didn't inform me that it was Coffee and Roll day after Mass.  So I had a butt load of biscuts and gravy and nobody to eat it!  From there we did a bit of house picking up, took Dooley (the great dane puppy of mine) into my girl Tab's to live.  Tab and I made an agreement.  Her old man Joe is home more than Randy (Joe is stay home daddy) and has more time for Dooley then even I do as a stay home mamma.  And in exchange for a Great Dane Pup, when Tab breeds her second Female Rottie, to my Rottie's brother (the one I had to find a new home too), I get second pick of the litter.  Tab's cousin Ed, who is the human pet to Anubus the Male Rottie gets first pick.    Works out great because we can see Dooley anytime we want to and he is my big scaried cat baby so he still does what I want of him for the most part.  Joe has realized he isn't going to hurt him! 

 

After taking Dooley into Tab's, Randy and I did manage to watch Death Proof.  We kicked the kids out of the living room and closed the pocket door to the hallway.  So even if they did attempt to wonder in they got kicked out as soon as they hit the dinning room!  After Death Proof, we went outside, loaded a full bed of wood into the truck and unloaded it for the parental units.  Then we helped my moms clean out my brother's gun cabnint to move it fromt he basement to the upstairs.  Next we came home and watched Panet Terror.  I perfer Death Proof over Planet Terror.  I think I get off on those chicks beating the crap out of Kurt Russel!   Made me horny:D:P  And while we were watching that move the kids were destroying the upstairs and got yelled at when I wondere dup there before I cooked supper! 

 

Today Tab jumped in with us on the way to school, so she could get to the dentist at the hospital.  (Yes Tribal Dental prog is in the IHS hospital).  They couldn't get her filling fixed while we were there so we came back to my house, drank a pot of coffee, put the baby down for a nap and made 6 pillows or what Tab calls 6 Peyote Pillows.  They are for folks that go to Peyote meetings.  They like to sit on the ground but it gets hard so we made the pillows with vinyal aka fake leather backing for easy clean up.  Tab also filled out our application to get the pillows into the Art Gallery.  This week I have to buy 2 bulk boxes of filling so we can stuff them and some more vinyal backing and another skeen of fabric.  We are also going to get a hold of some plyboard and have my dad show me how to use his old ass table saw so we can start making baby boards. 

 

Tomorrow instead of finishing up laundry and vaccuming, I am driving my dad on his work runs for his business.  He is barely walking and gets the results of his MRI on what is going on with his spine Wensday.  Don't ask me for the dignoises all I know the condition is that it pinches the nerves of his legs and feet.  And my daddy isn't getting around to much.  So I take the kids to school, drive back home, grab a few things, and then go down to my parent's place to pick up dad.  I get to drive his truck!  Heheheheheheh!  It isn't as big as Randy's truck but at least my daddy drive's a chevy!  I likes me some Chevy Trucks!:D

 

Good NEWS!  It is NOT cancer with my mom.  YAY!  She is still in remission!  She is looking at another surgery though.  The lump on her shoulder is fatty tissue though and her oncologist wants to get it out of there just in case it could go to cancer.  But it is NOT cancer!

 

Again I have a butt load to update on and even to get sme pictures loaded up but it isn't going to happen.  Your lucky I did this long boring post!  It is way past my bedtime! 

The yells of the children wake me in the early morning.  I roll out of bed, looking for my glasses and wondering if they were killing each other or they were playing a video game.  Walking down the stairs to start the coffee pot, the first words I hear are Mom. 

 

"Mom what's for breakfast?"

 

"Mom what are we doing today?"

 

As I tell them what the plan of action for the day is, I wonder if anyone will use my name today.  I never hear my name anymore.  From the kids I hear, mom, mamma, mommy, or mother.  If I talk to my husband any of time that day, I hear babe, hun, and sexy.  Sure hearing sexy should perk me up but sometimes it would be nice to hear my name out of my husband's mouth once in a while.

 

My day progresses as I become a mediator, umpire, judge, jury and exicutioner of punisments but my name stays the same.  Mom.  Why mom?  Do I have to mom?  Why can't he/she do it mom? 

 

The phone rings and my spirits lift!  Someone who is going to say my name.  Then I get that one song in my head:  "Say my name say my name!"  And I do a lil be bop to the phone.  "Hello!  Is Niomi there?"  My spirits drop once again as I inform the caller for what seems the millionth time that she got the wrong number.

 

Again the phone rings, I don't rush towards it like I did before.  "Is this so and so's mom?  This is such and such's mom and we were wondering if so and so would like to go swimming with such and such.  This so and so's mom will have so and so and such and such back at this time after she drops off her so and so to such and such's mom's place for such and such's mom to pick them up."  I say ya or nay all the while telling the kids to be quite while I am on the phone.  I hear a Yay do what mom says ya big boogie head!

 

The day progresses into evening as the Sun starts to set and the Moon starts to come out.  Mamma I love you, can I have a hug.  Sure baby.  Mommy you can't hug him/her with out giving me a hug!.  Okay baby come give me some sugar.  After showers or baths and a few choice words about going to bed.  Mom can you read to me or mom can I stay up and read.

 

Then I sit down and realize I like my name.  It is a good name.  Millions of women share my name sure but the majority of us wear it with pride and confidence even if we are a bit scared of it or feel we have lost who we once were.  The magic of our name is we keep it through out our lives and sooner or later, hopefully later, we become grandmoms and great grandmoms. 

 

So I would like to officially introduce myself to you and to others like you. 

 

Hi.  My name is Mom.