I found my Tribe

Let's take a minute to talk about motherhood.  There are so many phases of motherhood and let me tell you, it can be lonely. Instagram may make motherhood look easy and glamorous and while social media is getting better about showing more "real life" versions, no one really told me how it could be so lonely.  Now remember, my kids were born in 2001 and 2005 so we didn't have all the social media yet to stay connected.  And if you're thinking, how in the world could you have been lonely, when you literally have kids hanging on you and going to the bathroom was now for public viewing?  But trust me, it can be! 

My daughter was born in 2001 and we lived in a town where we knew no one.  My husband and I both commuted for work so we had friends in other towns, but no one close by.  We were the first in our group of friends from high school (now 2 hours away) to have kids so none of those friends really knew what we were going through.  Most of them were still living the single life.  I loved that time with just the three of us but it wasn't really what I was expecting from motherhood.  I didn't really have another mom to share stuff with, to ask "is this normal", or just hang out with in general.  We both worked and my husband also went to apprentice school so our social life was nonexistent.

Skip to 2005 and my son being born.  When he was born, I quit my job to stay home with the kids and we moved to a new town to be closer to my husband's job.  So now I have a 6 month old and a 4 year old and not a single friend nor did I know a single person.  The week we moved here I told my husband that I was going to get involved in the community because I would need an outlet and friends.  We moved here in the fall and my daughter started preschool the next week.  All of the moms were so nice and many of them stayed at home too.  We started meeting at the park or McDonald's play land with the kids.  I had several neighbors that also had little kids and stayed home and it was great. But I still didn't have that close group of friends I was striving for.

That winter, I nervously went to my first Women's Club meeting.  It was at a person's home...I had no idea where it was located or what I would be walking in to.  I pulled up in front of a house, took a deep breath and went in.  Little did I know, I would find my "people" there.  The meeting was at a lady named Melissa's house.  She was super nice.  Her girls were close to my daughter's age. It was there I also met a lady named Erin.  We realized that her son was my daughter's age and she had twin girls the same age as my son.  We chatted a little that night and went about our way.  I continued to go to the monthly meetings and someone there invited me to a MOPS group.

A few months later I went to my first MOPS meeting at a local church.  It was there that I met a lady named Cindy who had kids close in age to my kids.  Her daughter would end up in preschool with my son. Turns out the next year, my daughter, Erin's son and Cindy's son all ended up in the same kindergarten class.  My daughter had a very rough year and it was Erin (who is a first grade teacher) who pulled me aside and gave me a big hug on a particularly rough morning.  She probably didn't even realize at the time how much that meant to me.  

Slowly, I began seeing these ladies at more places.  When you live in a small town, your lives overlap quite a bit especially when you have kids. I got involved with helping at the school and met another teacher there named Christina.  By the time her family moved to town in 2009, she was also part of my new "family". Her kids were close in age to all of ours too.

Why am I telling you all of this?  Because if you are a new mom or an old mom or your kids are about to leave the nest, finding your tribe is so important.  It can be a tribe of 2 or 20 but having those moms to lean on is so valuable.  These are the ladies that I know I can call on at any time of the day or night.  These are the ladies that make me laugh until I cry.  They love my kids and laugh at my husband's stupid jokes even though we have a pact not to do that.  They encourage me and tell me when I'm being crazy and convince me (sometimes) not to cut my hair. 

These ladies have been with me through just about all the phases of motherhood.  We've survived grade school and school projects and field trips.  We've been through rough days of middle school and homework dilemmas. We've picked up each others kids and taken dinners to each other.  We've been through the loss of loved ones, marital problems and some of the funnest times of my life! We've danced until the wee hours of the morning and taken road trips together.  And just recently, we've been the moms of high school graduates and are now navigating the phase of "mom of college student".  And bonus - now our kids are old enough that we don't even have to find babysitters anymore!

I'm very fortunate to have a few more friends in my tribe than just these fantastic four but they were my very first friends here and I'm so thankful for them.  Don't be afraid to put yourself out there.  Don't be afraid to show up to a meeting or a new place and not know a single person in the room.  Take a step out of your comfort zone.  Smile at someone and introduce yourself.  Most likely, someone else in that room is in the same place as you.  You may just be as lucky as I was and find your tribe. 

What to Expect in Your 40's - Ladies edition.

Men - you can go ahead and read this.  It's very useful information and may help you understand your crazy wife.  And I'm sure being a guy is hard but this one is for the ladies. :)

Back when I was pregnant with my kids, I read the popular book "What to Expect When You're Expecting" followed up by the First Years and so on.  I needed information to get me through those early days.  I had questions.  Lots and lots of questions.  Answers eased my worrying new mama mind  Yes, this was normal.  No, you aren't losing your mind. These books helped.

Then as my kids got older, I read about the toddler years and the teen years.  I went to Mops and Hearts at Home.  I got information about raising my kids and having a great marriage.  Blogs and Vlogs became a thing and information was only a google search away.  In this day and age, I feel like sometimes we have TOO much information! 

Now that I'm in my 40's (41 to be exact), I feel like I'm discovering things that I wish I would have known.  I mean, come on, there's books for everything else, and maybe there is a book out there about this, but I haven't found a good one yet. So, as a service to all my lady friends, I'm here to warn you about a few things.  Maybe you've already experienced some of this.  Maybe you know more of the horror that awaits me.  But either way, I thought this list would prepare you just incase.  It's also important to know that this was all prompted by the acne breakout that happened to my chin today and a few snapchats among friends. 

So here are a few "highlights" you can expect in your 40's...

1. Facial hair...if you think you don't have it, you're wrong.  You just need a teenage daughter to point it out to you.  Also, invest in car tweezers now.  You're welcome. 

2. Acne....seriously, I have worse breakouts now than when I hit puberty.  And as my good friend pointed out, acne and chin hair on the same day is not funny at all.

3. Body parts...you still have them, they are just in different (lower) places.

4. You make noise getting out of bed in the morning.  Not chipper, happy noises, more like groans that you don't even realize are coming out of your mouth until your spouse also does it and then you are both laughing that you have to groan to get up.

5. Wrinkles.  Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, look in the magnifying mirrors while walking past them in Bed, Bath and Beyond.  And if you own one, just throw it away.  No one, including you, need to see that close.  (unless you need it for plucking said facial hair)  I also have wrinkles on my hands which just seems old lady-ish to me. 

6. Eyesight - it's gonna go.  Just go ahead and grab a pair of readers now.

7. Hot flashes...I haven't had these yet but it seems like my internal thermometer is way off.  I get hot and I'm like "Oh my gosh, is this it?  Am I having a hot flash, why am I so hot all of a sudden?"  And then I'm fine.  What is that all about?  And I freeze when I go to the grocery store.  I don't even know who I am anymore. 

8. Clothing....you're too old for Forever 21 but is there a store that caters to middle age moms that want to look hip and cool but not have their (now lower) parts show?  Please let me know. I mean, I like a little stretch in my jeans to get them to button, but I don't like it to look like a pooped my pants by the end of the day either.  And distressed jeans stress me out because I can't put my legs in them without my foot coming out through one of the distressed areas and then I almost rip the whole leg off the pants trying to get it out.  Getting dressed should not be an aerobic workout. 

9. Sleep.  I love my sleep.  I've never had a problem sleeping until the last year or so.  I must wake up 10 times a night.  What is that about?  Do you not sleep when you get old?  I need my sleep! 

10. Time....all aspects of it.  There's not enough of it and it's going really fast.  What seems like 5 minutes ago was actually 5 months ago.  Your bedtime is now before your teenage kids and you can't sleep in like you used to.  

11.  Eating...I seriously have to think about what I'm going to eat now in conjunction with bed time, how I'm going to feel, will my rosacea flare up, will I get heart burn?  I just want some Doritos before bed without having to eat Tums in the night and looking like my face is sunburnt the next day. Is that too much to ask?

12. Emotions.  Can we say train wreck?  I'm used to the normal PMS type emotional roller coaster but this seems to be the steroid version.  Wowza. At my last check up my doctor asked if I had any premenopausal symptoms yet.  Um, excuse me?  What?  I'm only 41.  Doesn't that happen much later in life?  I still have teenagers, we can't all be going through these crazy hormonal changes at the same time.  My husband won't survive!  I won't survive.  Send chocolate.  Stat. 

13. Is this normal?  I feel like I have more weird ailments that I worry about now. Is this mole normal, is this brown spot getting bigger, did I have that bump last week, what is that cracking noise when I walk?  WebMd is not helpful because I obviously always go to worst case scenario.  

14.  Peeing.  Did you know that urinary incontinence is really common in women?  Like really common!  Because apparently carrying and birthing babies, breastfeeding and having a period for 30 plus years isn't enough, let's throw in peeing your pants.  I haven't had this problem...yet.  But I have to pee all the time now.  And if I sneeze more than 4 times in a row, I may have problems.  I watch a personal trainer on YouTube and he mentioned that most women can't do jumping jacks after a certain age because they pee their pants.  So ladies, if you can sneeze or do jumping jacks and not wet yourself, you deserve a pat on the back!  I also now have to think about how much I can drink if I'm going to be in the car and if there is an acceptable bathroom where I'm going. 

15.  People call you Ma'am now.  I know it's polite but it makes me feel like an old lady.  I prefer Miss or Hey Lady or really anything but Ma'am.  And you find yourself talking about a 20 year old and refering to them as a kid or young punk. 

16. I have to think about my footwear if I'm going to be out and about for the day.  Because apparently comfort trumps style now.

17.  I'm at the age that I say "out and about". 

18. Technology is beyond me.  I'm now the old lady that can't watch TV when her son or husband isn't home because I don't know how to work the remote.  And I don't want to learn. My kids try and teach me and get annoyed.  

19.  Change.  I don't like it.  The older you get, the harder change gets.  I'm not good with change to begin with but as I'm hit my 40's, I really don't like it.  I mean, this is pretty obvious if I can't even learn a new remote. 

20. Acceptance.  Ending the list with something good about being in my 40's.  Acceptance.  As I've gotten older, I've gotten more accepting of myself, my flaws, being happy where I'm at and what I'm doing and just really not worrying about the small stuff.  I mean, if I have to worry about possibly peeing my pants, do I really have time to worry about whether everyone likes me.  Probably not.  

I'm hoping this list gave you a laugh and didn't scare you too much!  It's all about being prepared.  I'm pretty lucky that I have some amazing girlfriends to go through this with.  One great thing about being 41 is that we are all comfortable in our own skin and can laugh about chin hair and acne.  Or maybe we are laughing so we don't cry?  Either way, go buy some readers and be ready!

20 years later....

Today is our 20 year wedding anniversary.  I'd love to say that we are jetting off on that honeymoon we never took but instead I'll be taking a kid to football practice while my husband teaches a night class.  We will see each other tonight around 8:30 for leftovers.  I'm okay with that because this is the phase we are in right now.  Looking at that picture above of those two young punks, I have so many things I want to tell them.  We were only 18, totally smitten with each other and thought we knew everything.  I mean, if he could love me with that rockin' mullet, we'd pretty much passed the worst hurdle, right?  As we stood in my mom's kitchen that day, we had just both come home for the weekend, me from ISU and RJ from College of DuPage.  He was playing football there so he'd been gone most of the summer.  We were so happy to see each other.  Now that we are passing the 20 year mark, I feel like I need to tell our 18 year old selves so many things.

Marriage is not all it's cracked up to be.  It's messy and ugly and different for every couple.  Luckily, our's is pretty great.  RJ told the kids a while back that marriage is "just two people that continue to choose each other every day".  I agree with that.

I would tell those two kids that it's going to be hard but it's going to be worth it.  I'd tell them there are days you are going to be broke, eating burnt Aldi pizza, but you are in this together.  I'd tell my 18 year old self to take a long look at his dad because he's going to be just like him...and have a son just like that.  (I lucked out on those!)

I'd tell her to always have snacks, especially on road trips because hangry isn't a good look on either of us.  I'd tell him to invest in a C-Pap machine early in the marriage because I need a lot of sleep.  I'd remind her never to eat off his plate because he doesn't share food. Wait until you have a daughter who likes to share meals.  And I'd tell him that she would be able to order for him at every single restaurant because he's very predictable.  I'd also let her know that the camping days won't last forever and all the bad words that were said while setting up the camper would be replaced with fun memories.

I'd tell those 18 year olds that they were young and needed to stay in college because when they were 40, they'd be tired and busy.  I'd tell them that there are days they really aren't going to like each other, but they will keep loving each other....and will like each other again shortly.  But mostly I'd tell them that hey - you got this!  You are gonna be fine.  You are gonna have an amazing family together.   Just keep choosing each other every single day.

So happy 20th babe, thanks for choosing me all those years ago!
Also, thanks for the flowers that just arrived while I was typing this!

Can we make this a thing?

My 20th wedding anniversary is this fall.  20 years.  It seems like just yesterday we were walking around our local Ace Hardware with a clipboard and pencil registering for skillets and bakeware.  Yes, I'm that old that they only had the registry scanner at Target.  My husband had a field day scanning everything from new towels, dishes, pots and pans and all the stuff we needed to build our home together.  We were young and in love.  And broke. In all honestly, we registered for exactly what we needed and nothing frivolous because we really just needed the cash to pay for the wedding.  We had very generous friends and family at my shower and the wedding.  I remember thinking, where in the world will we put all of this stuff.  Our apartment cabinets and closets were filled with all of our new goods and fluffy towels and we made our life together.

And now, here we are, 20 years later and we need new stuff.  I noticed today while folding laundry that my towels are getting frayed.  I put dishes away and saw a few chipped plates.  Our toaster takes way too long to toast.  And my silverware, well it's no longer a matched set.  Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to even have these things and very fortunate that I can go out and replace said items as needed but it got me thinking, I could really use another bridal shower.

It seems like just about everything gets celebrated these day.  From baby moons to push presents, sprinkles for your second child, new grandma showers, the list keeps growing.  Don't get me wrong, I love a good party and picking just the right gift.  I missed the boat on these because I had my kids back in 2001 and 2005, ya know, when your baby was the actual push gift and you had to buy your own stuff for your second baby, even if it was a different gender.  So since I missed out on those, I think we need to come up with an anniversary shower. Can we make this a thing?

Stay with me here for a minute.  You've been married for 20 years.  You are most likely at a point in your relationship where you are a homeowner.  You have kids, a mortgage, bills, college tuitions looming on the horizon and ratty towels.  You've made it through adjusting to each other, new babies, the toddler years to the teen years, you're now a united from and need new dishes to prove it.
Wouldn't it be amazing to have a shower at this age?  Think of how sensible you'd be when registering.  Who needs fancy china you only use once a year?  Not me, I'd like the plain white indestructible Corelle please!  And super thick towels that take seven hours to dry?  Nope!  Use your Kohl's cash and get me some cheap ones! I could even register on Amazon for those of you that like to shop from your couch.  It's like a dream come true...speaking of which, we need new pillows too. 

My husband and I didn't have a honeymoon and I always said that for our 20th anniversary, we'd go to Hawaii.  Well that's not happening and we are more likely to be in a carb coma after a meal at Biaggi's, so I think y'all need to make this anniversary shower a thing before September.  I mean, a girl can dream of a fancy rotating waffle iron, can't she? 

Surviving the teenage years

The Teenage Years: The Saga Continues

I was reading an article the other day about how hard it is to be a parent when your babies are little.

You endure sleepless nights and even longer days. You don't know if you are doing the right thing

or totally screwing up this tiny, little human.  The article was spot on and one I wish I had read when

I was in that phase. The problem is, we are way past that phase over here and guess what? This phase

is just as hard.  You see, my kids are teenagers.

Every phase of parenting comes with its own set of challenges.  When they are babies, you are learning
together. You have to decipher cries, go on little sleep, figure out feeding and napping schedules.  It's a
whole new ball game and is very overwhelming. Then you move on to the toddler years where they don't
sit still for a minute so you can't either.  Everything goes in their mouth from puffs to dog food and it's a
battle of wills. Adolescence may mean a little more independence because they are in school but that
can lead to a whole new set of worries from homework to juggling their activities to their social lives.   

Well guess what folks - rolls all that in to one and you get the teenage years!  You are back to sleepless
nights because now they are driving and even though you are tracking them like crazy on Life 360, are t
hey really being careful?  You are still trying to figure out feedings because they will have friends over and
eat everything in sight. And the naps? Well, they stay up until midnight so they really do need a nap after
school!   They don't sit still for a minute because they are so involved because if you aren't, well you may
miss something! They test their independence every chance they get. Yes, they think they are old enough
to drive out of town with a group of friends but they may not be responsible enough to get that permission
slip signed on time.  They juggle homework, jobs, extracurriculars and social media like pros but can't
manage to get their clothes in the hamper. Don’t even get me started on the hormones and mood
swings!

Let me tell you, this phase may be the hardest one yet.  While they are doing all those things you have
to decide when to step in and help and when to stand back and see what happens.  As long as we have
children, we are never done parenting but I feel like this last phase may be the most crucial. Because you
know what?  If I screw up at this point, they are going to remember. And some days, I feel like I'm really
screwing up. These are the years they are starting to figure out their lives, making important decisions
like college and careers and possibly moving away.  As parents, do we push them to spread their wings
even if we don’t agree or do we put our foot down because we can’t bear to see them make a mistake.
I don’t know if I can push my babies out of the nest without a guarantee that they can fly.

When my kids were little I saw a sign that said "The days are long but the years are short".  Now that my
kids are 13 and 16, I feel like the days are short too. I feel like we have such short time to turn these kids
into respectable, hardworking adults.  We have so many chances to teach them and just as many to screw
them up. They are going to do really stupid stuff and totally disappoint us. But you know what? They are
going to do just as many things to totally amaze us.  It may be something as simple as acing that Spanish
test they've been struggling with to being kind to a stranger. As a parent, those are the things we need to
focus on.

Parents of teens, hang in there.  We have a short time left to turn these kids into amazing adults.
Don’t beat yourself up when you have to make those hard decisions they don’t like.  We are going to make
mistakes and they are too, that’s why it’s called growing. In the end, we need to believe they can fly so they
believe it too.

Merry Christmas from the Rowlands

Typically by now my Christmas cards have been signed, sealed and delivered.  I would have spent time putting together outfits, picking just the right layout on the card, a funny saying, well you get the point.  This year that just didn't happen.  We did make one attempt. The only one that looked good was the dog.  We ran out of time to try again and really, it just wasn't worth the fight.  Also, if you are reading this, you are on facebook and know what we all look like anyway.

The holidays snuck up on me this year.  I hate when people say that because really, it's not like the date changes.  But this year was busier than normal and before I knew it, it was December 20th and there was still a lot to be done!  So I'm taking the easy way out and just sharing our Christmas letter via a blog post.  Plus, I haven't blogged in a while and my 7 followers are probably sad about that.

So if you are one of those people thinking...oh great, another braggy Christmas letter, mine isn't quite like that.  It's more real life.  And if you still don't like Christmas letters, then don't read it and just know that we are wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  For those of you that would like to know the little details of our lives and a review of our year, read on.

Let's see - where to start.

Libby is now 16.  She got her license in April.  I cried the first time she drove away by herself but quickly downloaded the Life 360 app and stalked her every move.  Yes, I'm that mom.  And yes, I'm okay with it.  She went to prom in the spring and started her junior year in the fall.  She was the chair of the homecoming committee and is a planner like her mama.  She's now at the age where talks of college and future plans are happening.  I don't like it one bit but am excited to see what her future holds.  She is a typical teen and some days is super snotty.  Luckily, those days are fewer and far between and she's mostly sweet.  She babysits often, is sometimes nice to her brother and loves spending time with her friends, gets good grades, watches Netflix and LOVES makeup.  She doesn't like to admit it but she's stubborn like her dad.  Overall, she's a great kid and we wouldn't trade her for anything.

Bobby is 12 and at that goony middle school age.  He doesn't really like school but still manages to get good grades.  If only he put in half the effort his sister did!  He loves all things hands on from computer building to woodworking to electronics.  His brain works very differently than mine and most days he amazes me. Usually, I have to remind him to wear deodorant but his knowledge of random facts is remarkable.  I'm pretty sure his Christmas list this year would get us on an FBI watchlist and I had no idea what most of it was.  His breadbox for his 4H woodworking project got all the highest awards at both the County and the State fair.  He played soccer this fall and is in the STEM group at school.  He loves riding his bike all over town and working out in the garage building stuff.  He is so much like RJ in the way he thinks outside the box and comes up with solutions.  And he's also always right...just like his dad.

RJ is busy as ever between his own projects (check out my new entertainment center on FB) and helping Bobby with his projects.  He's slowly checking stuff off my pinterest boards and I couldn't be happier.  He will be starting a new job in January as the Welding Instructor at DACC.  While he's loved his time at Parkland, he's very excited about this new opportunity.  He's been busy finishing up at his current job all while making plans for his new one.  He will probably have summers off too which is going to be an adjustment for all of us.  Bobby is hoping that means a new camper but Libby and I are still crossing our fingers for a boat instead! 

I decided to go back to school this year which was an adjustment for everyone.  Mom wasn't available to do every single thing.  If you watch The Goldberg's...it was a "Bevolution!"   I enjoyed my classes way more than I thought I would even though most of the young punks drove me crazy.  I wish I had been this focused at 19.  I have two more classes this spring and then I'm not sure what I will do from there.  I'm still doing freezer meals and have started volunteering with the Canteen Run.  Libby has forbid me from being too active in the HS but Bobby still likes me to help at his school on occasion. 

2017 was a year of many emotions for all of us.  There were lots of highs and lows.  We plan to end the year on a high and leave soon for a trip to Anna Maria Island.  I'm hoping maybe while we are there, I can get that one good family photo but I'm not counting on it! 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to each and every one of you!

Love,
Dana (and the rest of the clan who probably won't even read this)

If Mayberry had Facebook

Twelve years ago we decided we wanted to move.  We wanted a nice, small town where we could raise our kids but still be close to everything we wanted like Wal-Mart and Olive Garden.  We had a 6 month old and a 4 year old.  We looked at several small towns and after research, hearing everyone's opinions and lots of visits, we decided on St. Joseph.  The one thing we heard over and over was "the schools are great...there's no crime...it's a great community to raise kids"...and so on.  Since that fall of 2017, we have loved every minute of living here.  Everything we were told has been true.  Our kids are now in 6th and 10th grade and we have been thrilled with the school system and the community.  We are active in both and have nothing but good things to say about this small town that has now become home.  My father in law has mentioned on more than one occasion that we live in Mayberry. Y'all know what I'm talking about....good old Andy Griffith and his small town of Mayberry.  And what better place to live than a fictitious TV town where all the problems were solved in 30 minutes and it left you with a heart felt smile and warm, fuzzy feeling?  But recently, our own little Mayberry has taken a turn and I'm blaming Facebook.

When we first moved here, there was no Facebook.  Or if there was, it was still an innocent form of social media where you shared a random picture of your kiddos so your out of town relatives could see how big they were getting.  There was no place to post every single rant or complaint you had about a town.  There was no place to post for the millionth time on how a pool in our community would solve every single problem for every single person during the summer months and there sure wasn't a place to argue about whether we need another police officer or not.  If you wanted to discuss any of those things, I'm assuming you actually had to show your face at a village board meeting.  Whaaaatt??

Lately, our town has had a few minor incidents where someone is wreaking some havoc.  Someone has thrown eggs at cars, someone has knocked over a few mailboxes, someone has drawn a chalk penis on the sidewalk.  Notice I'm saying someone because we really don't know who...yes, it's probably a teenager but I've seen some adults also do some pretty stupid stuff in this town.  (Have you been to the beer tent during the Fall Festival? )  Maybe it's a middle schooler who is trying to impress someone, maybe it's a teen from another nearby town, maybe it's just a stupid high school student that thinks it's funny.  Maybe it's several different people and we're just lumping them all in to one deviant that is going to someday end up in jail.  But seriously, you guys, let's step back and take a deep breath.

We live in a town that's biggest problem is a chalk penis.  Yes, read that again.  We live in a town that's biggest problem is a chalk penis.  Last night, someone saw a teenager taunting a dog with an invisible fence and then said teen drew a chalk penis.  Facebook lost it's damn mind.  Currently the post has 37 comments.  It's a chalk penis.  It rained last night.  Said penis is gone.  The dog that was taunted?  It was ours.  Apparently this teen posted a snapchat video about it.  Our dog is fine.  If you know her, you'd know she's a complete spaz and would have been freaking out whether you were in the yard or across the street.  And seriously, to the teen that did this...I'm sure you're a good kid (yes I know who you are because everyone in town had to message me your name) but if you are going to do stupid stuff, your hair is dyed bright yellow.  People are gonna recognize you....if they didn't already see your snapchat story.  Duh.  I hope this was the end of your "life of crime" because you're not gonna make it far.  Stick to art.  Your penis drawing was much better than your thug skills.

I know some of the things that have happened recently have caused property damage and that is a more serious issue.  We did get egged and were lucky enough that we saw it and washed it off.  The $2.00 we had to spend at the carwash wasn't a big deal but if our mailbox got knocked over, I'm sure I'd be more upset.  You have a right to be upset.  These hoodlums shouldn't be doing this stuff.  But guess what, we still got it pretty good.  Last week, a 15 year old boy was beat up after school in Champaign and died.  Look at all these surrounding towns, big and small, and be thankful that it's a mailbox and not your kid.  Getting the word out on Facebook does help the rest of us keep our eyes open and aware of the situation but it also makes our town sound horrible.  Social media plays such a huge part in everyone's life now days.  I can't imagine wanting to move here and checking out the town's Facebook page and seeing all this drama.  Had I looked at that page 12 years ago, I may have made a different decision.  We are not portraying St. Joe as the "Mayberry" that it is and that makes me sad.  Instead, we are arguing about trivial matters and pointing our fingers at all the teenagers in our town.  I'm not naive, I know our town has its problems.  There are students here that are drinking (and worse) but for every few students that are doing that, there are ten times more doing amazing things.

I don't know what the answer is but it seems like every few days, the same 30 comments on a post argue over the same thing.  If you want a solution, don't be part of the problem.  Pointing fingers and ranting over the same issues isn't helping anyone and just making us all look bad.  Get involved.  Be active in the community.  Get to know your neighbors.  Get to know the teenagers that live near you, they really are good kids.  Go to a Village meeting.  Know the police officers that patrol and respect them.  If you see something, yes, it's fine to let people know but do it in a way that will help, not open a can of worms.

So remember folks, when you are posting stuff, let's bring back our Mayberry image.  Because, like me, I know you all love this town as much as I do.  I know you all mean well and I get caught up in the drama too and have commented on posts.  But lately, we are all flying our crazy flag just a little too high.  When you see a post, be positive.  If you see something good, let others know.  We need to let everyone know what a great place we live in whether it be Mayberry or St. Joseph.