Not so SWEET SIXTEEN

What is "biting your nose off to spite your face" saying???

Cultural Dictionary

Don't cut off your nose to spite your face


Don't engage in an act of anger or revenge that will hurt you more than it hurts anyone else.

This is exactly what my dear daughter has done and is doing...

We had every intention of ,when she was eligable to get her drivers licence, doing just that.

My prized RED JETTA

is paid off and that is exactly what Whitney would have been driving TODAY. She was eligable for her licence yesterday, but instead of driving, I am still having to take her back and forth because she is so prideful and lacking in humility!

You would think this 16 year old would come to her daddy and I and say "Ive done some things wrong", but I want to repent and start over and be a daughter that would be pleasing to ya'll and the Lord, but NO that would require throwing out her pride, so instead, she'll keep up that big bad fassad and ride with me... It seems so simple to me. I guess its hard for her.

I keep thinking these are the years that she will remember, this should be good times for her. I think if I could do it for her I would, but I can't. I guess we could just give in and let her walk all over us, but no we can't!

There is not a particular thing she has done, its just "no respect". Not saying that she has done nothing, she has, but as her parents we forgive and move on. Our Father forgives us , so we are to forgive, which is hard sometimes, but we do try.

She has a phone, WE pay the bill every month, but she has not used it for months because: We don't owe her her a phone...it is a priveledge, and in order to have this priveledge you MUST be obedient to our rules. If you dont, we pay for a phone that NOBODY uses!

So many would say it is teenage rebellion, but thats just a cop out, an excuse for "teenagers" to be disrespectful. The bible does not allow it, in fact a disrespectful teen was brought out to "the gate" and stoned to death!

Deu 21:18
If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and [that], when they have chastened him, will not hearken unto them:
Deu 21:19
Then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his place;
Deu 21:20
And they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son [is] stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; [he is] a glutton, and a drunkard.
Deu 21:21
And all the men of his city shall stone him with stones, that he die: so shalt thou put evil away from among you; and all Israel shall hear, and fear.
Deu 21:22
And if a man have committed a sin worthy of death, and he be to be put to death, and thou hang him on a tree:
Deu 21:23
His body shall not remain all night upon the tree, but thou shalt in any wise bury him that day; (for he that is hanged [is] accursed of God;) that thy land be not defiled, which the LORD thy God giveth thee [for] an inheritance.

You wouldn't expect someone on the street to whom you've been rude and hateful to, to let you drive their car would you? Even in your house, if someone is continually rude and mean, I sure don't let them drive my car.

Now don't get me wrong. I love my daughter, but I don't owe her anything! I have loved, fed, nurtured,clothed, kept her warm, made sure no-one has harmed her. I have taken her to church, tried to instill good values and manners into her, tried to teach her right from wrong, shown the love of God to her, and I did not do these things so that she could be rude and nasty to me.

I realize that we are not the same person. My wants and likes are not necessarily her wants and likes. She's a whole lot more flambouant than I am. She likes somewhat gaudy jewelry, and different clothes than I do. I have for the most part catered to her style. I do draw the line on some things. I do not approve of, belly button rings, and she must be modest. I have shown her scripture backing up what I believe.

1Jo 2:15
Love not the world, neither the things [that are] in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.

1Pe 2:9 But ye [are] a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light:
1Pe 2:10
Which in time past [were] not a people, but [are] now the people of God: which had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy.
1Pe 2:11
Dearly beloved, I beseech [you] as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul;

Rom 12:2
And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what [is] that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

Eph 2:2
Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:

I have also told her that if she still feels strongly about getting her belly button pierced when she MOVES out , that will be entirely her business and none of mine, but as long as she lives here and seemingly does not have any convictions, she WILL live by mine! (Lester Roloff)

Things that please the world are not necessarily pleasing to the Lord, and we as christians are supposed to be "striving" to please the Lord

Jam 4:4
Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God.

In the meanwhile...she is biting her nose off to spite her face.




I will not lie, it hurts me! I am so sad that she is acting like this. I want things for her, she wants them for herself, but she is not willing to throw out her foolish pride. I guess its just another one of our differences.
Dear Lord I pray that you would help her today. Make her pleasing in YOUR sight.

Where 'o where has my little girl gone?
I love you WHITNEY!

The Numbers are 28 and 16........

I'm sitting here this morning and I'm certainly not at a loss for words, in fact I'm trying to decide which words...
If somebody would have told me pre. 1981 that July 28th would mean something to me, I would have laughed it off. There was always a possibility that I could have a baby on this day, and I did in 1981 .
My precious Matthew was born. What a beautiful boy. So smart. He held his head up on the day he was born and looked around. We knew he would be a smart one.

I married Rudy when Matt was 11 and we went through Chad, and Michaels birthdays that year. I never had kiddie birthday parties, but I did have family birthday parties. Everybody would come including the boy's Daddy, Mark. Rudy being the newcomer with my parents didn't really like Mark being there , but he put up with it for the boys and me. After Michael's 10th birthday we had a really long hard day. I was big pregnant and Rudy made the comment that he'd "be glad when his baby was born so Mark wouldn't have to be at all the birthday parties." We laughed it off.
Whitney was due on the 22nd of July right before Matt's birthday. I was miserable but I made plans for his birthday as the 22nd came and went...I went to my doctor on the 26th and he informed me that the baby was getting too big and I really needed to deliver, so they would like for me to be there at 5:45 A.M on Wednesday...the 28th!!
Matt's birthday. Sooooooo Matt and Whitney have shared a birthday now for 16 years and Mark has only missed the one's when Matt wasn't here...
Today Matt's not here. He moved to Beaumont and I miss him and his family so bad. I wanted to share a few pictures, and tell Matt that I love you and I miss you and I pray that you feel better. Have a HAPPY 28th Birthday MATT
LukeAddie

Allie

This is a very Special birthday for Whitney. She is turning 16...

What a beautiful girl. In fact I think she's the most beautiful girl in her SOPHOMORE class.


I love you my lovely Ninya Bedinya.

I pray you have a wonderful 16th year.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl ♥

DALLAS

Yesenia's plane was to arrive at 5:40, but we left for Dallas around noon-ish, so that we could spend a little quality time with Whitney, and where better than Sam Moon- the biggest purse store in TEXAS!


We shopped while Rudy enjoyed a coke at the little Snak-shoppe next door.

Then we went by to see Bonnie at her job there, private sitting with Mrs. Walters

George and Laura (Bush) live there in the same neighborhood and we wanted to swing by and see their new house, but there were cops everywhere and Rudy's a chicken and wouldn't approach them so we didn't get to.
We did drive down Strait Street where the houses range from 7-40 million. Here's an example. Ross Perot lives there somewhere. His name was NOT on the mailbox...imagine that!

We left there and headed for Grapevine Mills mall where we did manage to get Whitney a couple pairs of walking shorts and a decent shirt (a rare find in this world!)

Then we headed on over to the airport to pick up "Senya", whose plane was (of course) delayed... (notice the NEW purse!)

We did all kinds of things to pass the time. I guess you could say we're not very patient people.

I really got annoyed at these people, who brought their cute little yapper dog into the airport. Do people not understand that DOGS are animals, they may be apart of the family , but they are still ANIMALS. Wonder what the authorities would do if I brought my pet St. Bernard with me? ( I dont really have a St. Bernard) This was one of two that we saw walking through the airport. The other one had a green dress on. Cute, but no less a DOG!
We actually laid eyes on her at about 7:00, and she would NOT smile for the camera, in fact I am lucky to even get this blurry image. She was very upset. It seems she had a really hard time getting through customs because she is staying for 4 months. They took her into an interrogation type room and questioned her profusely. They wanted to know WHY she was staying for 4 months... Senya is a very shy, sweet, girl and she was very scared and upset!

We stopped and ate at Saltgrass,on our way home , for the last time...Rudy got baked chicken and sausage, I got Chicken fried steak and the girls got chicken fried chicken. 4 drinks (Tea and sprite) and it was almost $100.00. O yeah that was the last time. Maybe I'm a tight-wad , but to me that was expensive! This little guy was sitting in the grass by our parking space. He just sat there and let us watch him.
At the end of the day we thanked God for our (and Yesenia's) safe travel. It was a very nice, long day!

The Meanest Mother in the World!

My Mother clipped this out of Ann Landers column years ago and gave it to us to read. As much as I hated it , I loved it.
I added my two cents ! If you want to read the origional just do a search for the title, its all over the internet.

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast, or nothing. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich, or nothing. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. My tantrums didn't work, I did not get my way.

But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister's and brother (brother's) had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. I did, but not enough. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She even checks my myspace and looks at all my friends pages, she is so nosy. She does NOT respect my privacy. If someone has bad stuff on their myspace page , she won't let me hang-out with them. How rude is that? She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.
I finally got a cell phone at 15 , but she has the audacity of using it as leverage for example, if I don't move fast enough or if I talk back she actually takes it away. None of my friends mothers do that. That is nearly child abuse in my book.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. I have to wear shirts that don't show cleavage. How rude, you'd think it was the 60's instead of 2009. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself,( Ive threatened it) just to save money (and to be decent). Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?
My mother has even shopped at resale shops or (gasp) the goodwill for some of my clothes, and she is proud of her "bargain", while I am so ashamed. She will not let me wear a bikini, instead she shops online for hours trying to find me a bathing suit that "covers" me. Can you imagine covering up all your curves, how in the world are you gonna get a boyfriend if they dont see your six pack and how fine you are! My mother says that girls wearing bikinis is like putting them on a serving plate for all to get a peek. How stupid she is.

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine o'clock ten thirty each night and up at eight nine (see I'm not as bad as I should be) the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.
Ive had to start working on Saturdays to save for a car, can you believe they are going to make me pay for some of my car. My friends parents would NEVER dream of making their high schoolers work. Don't they know we are here to have fun and parents are to insure we have good teenage years...My friends parents are all taking out loans to buy them cars and getting them really nice new ones. I may even have to drive my mothers old one and pay her for it. That is just not right.
My parents hate me.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. I even have to have boys come over here if they want to see me and then my mother is in and out of the room, no privacy at all what-so-ever. My mother has even compared teenagers to dogs in heat. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year. She says that when I show maturity and responsibility, I can date. Isn't that horrible.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks. The red marks altho NOT ok, were excepted if we were trying, but proving to her I was trying was like walking through fire.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out. NONE of us including you Whitney.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four (eight) children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. Each of my brothers served his time in the service of this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. I have to add here that my boys ( excluding my scholar MATT, and honest JESSE) have made some bad choices and have served time in jail. I love them even still and I pray that they learned from it.

She even makes me go to church, my friends all decide if they want to go. She insists I sit up straight and if I don't, she pokes me or does a reminding "T" sign if I'm not within her poking range, how embarrasing.

Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. Because, you see, I thank God, He gave me the meanest mother in the whole world.


This is in fun but I actually found it because Whitney says I'm the worst mother in the world. I'm so-so far from being the good mother I'd like to be, and I know it, but the things I do and the way I go about things is FOR HER own good. I love my daughter so much and I realize that I'm not a "cool" mother. I told her this morning I am way more concerned about her soul that her being popular.
Lord I pray she loves me , but I want to spend eternity with her and I don't have much more time with her here at home, so I'll continue in the ways that the bible tells me are right.

Noah Loves Dr. Jeffery Smith

Just before Chris and Jennifer went home last night we noticed Noah's eye looked red and swollen. Jennifer and I discussed pink eye, allergies, eye cold...what could it be?
WELL.....

Noah woke up this morning with his left eye glued shut... Being the old hat that I am, I knew what it was, but then "the power of suggestion" from Jennifer compelled me to make sure. I can just see Dolese, Allie, Adam, and Luke coming down with pink eye..
So I called and got an appointment with Dr. Smith and I am glad to say that it is allergies. I did get some antibiotic drops to aid in healing. Noah told Dr. Smith that he loved him while we were there. Isn't that sweet!

While we were out, we went to Target, the BIG Walmart and to a couple of re-sale stores looking for a decent bathing suit for my rather busty 15 year old. Really people, there is just not a decent bathing suit out there. I went to J.C. Penneys last week and bought 2 that I thought would work, but when she put them on , I covered my eyes. They were obscene! So tonight she went to a slip and slide party in shorts and a tee shirt. I know - I know, I'm old fashioned, but I'm just not going to put my daughter on a plate for the devil to use .
If anybody knows of a site that sells modest bathing suits ( I dont mean THESE)give me a link.


Please I'm desperate!

Whats Happening!

Ive been resting from blogging, not that I needed a rest ( I don't blog that much) but I just haven't had anything to say...My world is still turning, I still have all my children, not much has changed...I'm still running in this amazing race (life) but I'm LAZY! Well at least from blogging. Last week I worked like a crazy white woman in my yard. I would like to be out there right now but its about to rain, so I'll kill some time in here.
Whitney sang in the school talent show last thursday. The video of their performance is on (click this link) youtube, just put Whitney's name in the search and look for the video named "In Color" thats the name of the song they sang. It was very good!She yelled and hollared for her friends, and just about lost her voice, which was not good, because she had to perform this past Saturday night in Gladewater.


O and I almost forgot to mention, she got her driving learners permit last Tuesday. Rudy and I were sure she was gonna fail the test because she (it didn't seem like) did not study very much. We were sure fooled. She missed 5 questions out of 30. The DPS people said she could miss up to 7 and still pass. Well, she did it and here's the proof.


We let Noah's birth mother (Jessica) stay the night and as you can see, the bond IS there. For now she will continue to visit him here and we will allow her to stay over occationally because Noah loves her so much!

Michael called me last night and said that their new family pet( a rescue dog who was too old to be adopted into a family with a ROWDY 5 year old) BIT Kaleb...they were at the emergency room getting stapled up. I'm not real sure whats gonna happen to the dog, I pray he finds a NEW HOME, if he's still alive. When he bit Kaleb Michael said he slung the dog across the room. Yet another lesson that people can love their pets but when it comes to deciding between children and pets...the pets gotta GO!



Poor Baby, granny wishes she could hold you!!!

Workin' Whitney

My baby girl!


My little Ninya Bedinya went to work today. It seems like she's too young, but I guess she's not. The boys all went to work @ Bruno's when they were 15 , so that they could start saving their money for their first cars and Ive always said Whitneys no different. Chad told us to take her to Bruno's because Jay said he could use her on Saturday mornings, so we did and today's Saturday and she went to work!!!
Lord please watch over her and help her to control her mouth!
I keep telling myself, "Myself, maybe she's only mouthy with me and Rudy." O I hope so!

And away they go!

Lufkin, Texas Goldstar Opry

Mt Pleasant, Texas

Whitney sang at the Pleasant Jamboree, Opry this past Saturday night and I had my new camera (Canon Rebel) with me. I took some pictures of some things that I thought you might find interesting. Here is a humongous bust of Bo Pilgram , famous chicken man, right outside the processing plant.

Here is Bo Pilgrams house. It is beautiful. I took this while Rudy drove about 60 MPH. Not bad if I say so myself, even tho I don't know how to operate all the functions of this camera.

Here's a wind farm along the way with some type of trees (peach, I think). They were really pretty this picture doesn't do it justice, but how could it, going 70.


Here's Whitney with her stage make-up on. She hates the lip color, I hate the black around the eyes

But when she's on stage it doesn't look all that bad.
She did a really great job. (as usual)



Have a great-blessed day.