Category Archives: The Move

Follow the yellow brick road..


Originally posted July1, 2008

Though, who would have thought that it would lead to a red dirt one? For many years my favorite movie has been The Wizard of Oz, though at the beginning I didn’t know why. I think now I do. Strange that it has taken me so long to realize it.

Much like Dorothy, I was always dreaming of somewhere over the rainbow, where I could be someone different, I suppose. Growing up kinda poor (though never being homeless or hungry, thank you Mom and Dad), I wanted to be on the other side of the street or rainbow, if you will.

I am not exactly where I was dreaming I would be. I longed to be a doctor, actually a physical therapist. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be married, but at the time, I was pretty sure I wanted to wait a long while on kids – like mid 30’s – if at all. If you have read my web pages, you know that God had other things in mind for me.

I had Justin pretty young, so I had to change my direction a bit. While on my journey, my parents stood behind the curtain, helping to take care of Justin until I found my way. I got lost on the yellow brick road for a while. I took a longer nap in the field of poppies than I should have. Luckily, in the strangest of places, I met my soul mate and guide to help me find my way.

The yellow brick road has taken us many places beyond the red dirt road that I grew up on. I enjoy looking back and I am always amazed at how far we – I – have come in our journey. We began our journey in Arkansas, the very first time I had really been away from my parents and on my own. Though not entirely on my own, Reese did travel Monday through Friday our first six months there, so I was on my own in taking care of Justin and a house…just not the bills. We struggled the first few years together. Reese was starting over after his divorce, I still felt like a kid, with a lot of growing up to do. The yellow brick road took us from Arkansas to, of all places, Kansas, for a short time, and on back to Arkansas. Still very young and homesick, Reese decided it was time to get me closer to home, and on we went to South Carolina. We were there for a while, and added a new member to our traveling party. Then a job offer came out of the blue to take us home. To the red dirt road.

The red dirt road. Where I grew up. Trees and dirt bikes. Tire swings and lightning bugs. Fishing and mud bogging. I would love for my kids to grow up with the same things that we all grew up with. The days of leaving on our bikes after breakfast and not coming home until dinner time. The teen years – I want my sons to grow up with the very things my sister tries to keep her girls away from! Bon fires and field parties. Hot rod cars, football games in the crisp fall evenings – where they take football seriously (unlike the touchy feely land we are in right now). Swimming in the lake “down the way” rope swing into the water… Not much of that can be done these days. Sad, really.

Well, the red dirt road led us back to the yellow brick road once again, and we followed it on to Washington. It has been a pretty good four years for us, but finally, we realized where the road has been leading us all along – home.

… and that is why I think that I love the movie so much. Much like Dorothy, I have come to realize, there is no place like home. I know that “home is (supposed to be)where you hang your hat” and it is… but there’s more to it than that. I am not sure if say, northern people feel this way about the north, but the south is so unique. We have missed it so. Not just the weather- though after all the rain that is here – a drought won’t be so tough to deal with. No, the south has qualities that we have found no where else on our journeys. The manners, yes ma’am, no sir. Gentlemen opening the door – chivalry. It just doesn’t seem to exist anywhere else.

So now, we are going to follow that yellow brick road to hopefully one last stop. Not exactly the south I grew up in, probably not going to find many red dirt roads in Florida, but, the kids will have their own versions now – instead of red dirt roads and hot rod cars speeding down them, maybe they will have warm sandy beaches, bon fires by the ocean and endless days of surfing…who knows where the yellow brick road will lead them?

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My homesick little boy


Little Reese comes to me this morning and really just breaks my heart. He is so sad, he misses his friends so much. Why did we have to move?

It is so hard to explain to him, he understands the reasons, but then he doesn’t. He’s little and Washington was the only “life” he has known. This being his first move, it is truly a whole new world for him and although he is making friends, being in an apartment is not making it easy.

He misses his lifelong friends. Kayel, Taryn, Devin and Spencer. Kaenau and even Kyel (he’s only in first grade but is Keanau and Kayel’s little brother). He has known them almost his whole life and misses them terribly. He also misses the freedom of a neighborhood as opposed to the apartment life. He misses his teachers and the small town closeness we had in Ridgefield.

Wow. I think I do,too. Ok – I know I do, cause when he came to me crying, I did, too.

I survived eight moves growing up. Reese survived, I think he said 12. Justin has moved five times. I know that Little Reese will survive, but he is more open with his emotions than Justin was, so it is harder to see. I will survive this as well, I am sure, our parents did.

If it is not one thing it is another..and another..


I finally got the kids in Friday morning for the state required physical they had to have have in order to start school. Those having gone well, Justin who had to get a tetanus shot might have another word for it, I had all of my ducks in a row – my two proofs of residences, shot records on a blue form, birth certificates–

Well, I thought I had all of my ducks in a row, but one of them has decided to wander a bit.

First, we take the papers by Justin’s new school, Ridgeview High School (the kids think it’s funny – he just left Ridgefield High School and the middle school was View Ridge..now that I write it, not so funny…)..anyway…the counselor who hasn’t been particularly welcoming to begin with makes him an appointment to see the junior adviser on Monday morning. All is well and we head out to Little Reese’s new school, Dr.’s Inlet Elementary.

This is where my ducks start to wander…I take Little Reese and his papers into the office and she goes through them, yes, yes..oh, where’s his birth certificate? It is that little card right there, that is what they gave me when I had him. That little card that has been used as his birth certificate at three different schools in two different states and two different little league programs is apparently not the right thing that I need for him to go to school here in the sunshine state. It could take me up to – are you ready?- 2 months to get his birth certificate! So he has already been out of school two and a half weeks..

I got home and called the state of South Carolina and they sent me to their web site where it could have still taken me 2 weeks to get it, but I decided to pay $47.70 to get it in 2-5 days. Whew! Got that duck back in line – hey – hey wait!! Come back here! Stupid ducks! I just got the other one back and then the phone rings..

Ridgeview High School is now calling. Since Ridgefield High School did not send any grades with his records, they can not let him go to school there? WHAT!?!? Oh man – that duck is getting away, hold on.. Alright, I sent Justin and Reese to school for the eleven days of the school year we were in Washington for so that they would not be too far behind, I knew they would miss some, but at least they would have started. Apparently, that was not enough. Ridgefield did not send grades with he records, and because the 9 weeks is almost up, he can not go to their school. He has to go to night school or worse – alternative school. I DON”T THINK SO. So, I grabbed my duck by the butt feathers and held on tight. I called Ridgefield and they told me that because I did not withdraw Justin that the teachers didn’t put any grades down. That she would try to see if there are any of his teachers who still had his grades, but she doubted it. I believe I have discovered that the teachers didn’t necessarily not send the grades, but were not asked for them in order for them to be put on the transcripts. I penned up all of my ducks and e-mailed the principal and told him what was going on (and of course about the not so helpfulness of the front office) as well as all of his teachers. One teacher has aready e-mailed me to let me know he has turned his grades in, so let’s cross our fingers…

I relaxed a bit, got the ducks settled at home and went on out to meet Reese at the DMV to get our drivers licenses changed. Damn ducks followed me! It is my turn and we fill out all of the papers, register to vote and her face kind wrinkles up into that “What the hell?” look. She says that I am on the national registry and my drivers license is suspended in Georgia. Now I say- “WHAT THE HELL??” I haven’t even lived in Georgia in almost 5 years! I have had a Washington license…so I huff and puff..and swear a bit..Reese tells me to calm down, call the number they gave me while we waited on his to print and find out what is up. So, I take a deep breathe and call. They suspended my license because I did not call and tell them when I changed my name on my social security card. HUH?? I didn’t even have a GA license then!?!

Anyway, I now have a Florida driver’s license, a birth certificate that should be written in gold for Reese, and probably a home school student- cause there is no way he is going to go to alternative school- and DUCK SOUP.

Screw keeping the ducks in a row. Anyone have any good recipes?