I am Not SuperWoman

I am not superwoman, I am not a disease, I am not perfect, I am not alot of things. Lately I have had a hard time with people trying to put me in categories. I am not a category.

I go to a party and it is pointed out that there is special food and drinks for me to everyone there. "This drink has no sugar in it. It is for Amy to drink." Yes that has actually happened. They announce it to everyone.  Yes I am diabetic, have kidney damage, High blood pressure, Joint problems and a long list of other stuff. But that is not who I am. I deal with my limitations and go on.

I am not superwoman. I have my days where I cant function like everyone else. I wish I had people that understood that. My house is not spotless, I may opt to cook something easy for dinner, and I cant bend down and pick stuff up off the floor most days. I wish I had support on those days but some people close to me don't get that. They think I should be Mary Sunshine all the time and be Miss Susie Homemaker. No one here suffers for it. My kids are took care of, They have everything they need. They come first. My animals do not suffer. My husband doesn't suffer.

I am not perfect. Yes I make mistakes I am human like most people out there. (I said most because there is some people that cant be human I swear.)  If I make a mistake I will take care of it. Yes you can tell me but do not ride my butt over it and keep riding until I just want to tell you to shut up.

I have a weird sense of humor. I may offend some people. But you are an adult and you can get over it. I find that I get offended by some people I just let it roll off my back as long as it is not in front of my kids.

I do not care if you are 420 friendly. Thank you for asking me if you can smoke it. Thank you for not smoking it in front of my kids. As long as you take care of your family and do not steal to get it I do not care what you do with your free time.

I am a farmer, mother, wife, zoo keeper, teacher and a recipe writer. I have a brown thumb and can not grow any thing.  I play with my food and encourage my kids to do the same. I love to travel, eat out at different restaurants, explore small towns, go to thrift shops, spend time with my kids, spoil my kids and my Pom. I love to get in the kitchen and cook. I love to try new products and come up with different ways to use them.


I hope this gets you to thinking about what you are. You are not a category or a disease.

Fart Jail by Wesley a 6yo

This is my 6 year old sons concept. He is all boy and loves farts. They make him laugh. He uses the word Pootish when he has gas. "Mom, I am pootish today."

We were  talking about crime and over population in jails he decided how to fix this problem.  He has decided to make a fart jail. The prisoner has to be handcuffed so he can not take the mask off his face. He has the option of sitting or standing. (Yes we have to be humane here just a little bit) They put on a gas mask with a hose attached to it. In the other room behind a wall so the prisoner can not see the offender. A person who has eaten beans, curry, or any thing else that gives you really bad gas sits in a chair with a funnel in it. A fan pushes the fart thru the pipe and into the mask.

Depending on your crime and your reactions tells how long you will be locked up in this room. If you are on death row you are there 24/7.

This is his idea to stop crime. He said some people can have really bad gas and it can kill a person. This means you will be gassed to death if you kill someone.

I love the fact my 6 year old son uses his imagination and comes up with great ways to solve problems. I see him as the next president of the United States.

I dont need any ones permission!!

I was recently asked if I had my husbands permission to go some where with another man and his wife. I was shocked. Ex specially that it was asked by the man that was taking me to pick up my car. His wife doesn't let him out of her site. They go every where together. He cant even go fishing on the creek with out her. But If that works for them that is fine with me. Hubby and I have  trust. And the fact I think I would strangle him if I had to be around him 24/7.  Plus I cant weld so I could not work where he does. And he doesn't like taking care of the house or kids so he wouldn't stay here with me 24/7. That would be what we fought over.

#1. My husband trusts me.
#2 I am an adult that can make her own decisions.
#3 last time I checked I was free to do what I want as long as it was legal.
#4 I am not just gong to jump some man or woman because I have an opportunity to.

I am glad hubby and I have a trusting relationship. I am also glad that I don't have to have permission to go any where or do what I want.  I am also glad that I am a grown up that lives in the United States of America and have certain freedoms.