This past summer, one of my blogs consisted of comparing myself to a Momma duck because my children seemed to follow behind me just like baby ducks follow their mom.

I now have a new animal in which to compare myself too recently. I have become a bulldog. Why do I chose a bulldog? I guess because I see bulldogs as having little to no tolerance for those people who are just rude or they are completely oblivious that some of the decisions they make are just insane. Some people talk when they need to remain silent. I think as a whole society is becoming a little numb to just ignoring people and their rude or uncalled for comments. The older I get the more trouble I have ignoring them. If someone is bad-mouthing a friend of mine and I hear it, I have a hard time shrugging it off. The "bulldog" in me starts to growl and me and that individual end up having some "type" of conversation. I have to admit, it makes Loren a little nervous when I give some people this certain look, followed by one of my famous... "Excuse me?"

Just this past week, Hayes, Laci, and myself were standing at the redbox at the Malvern Wal-Mart. Three young adults/ teenagers walked right by all three of us, using the most horrible language I have ever heard. I turned and glared at them..... preparing my speech. Then I hear my son in my ear, saying "Please don't Momma, Please don't". So, I decided to let them by with a "look". I am thinking Hayes was really relieved!

I can also compare myself to a bulldog when it comes to making sure my kids get the education that they deserve. If at any point I think that any of my children are being slighted even the least little bit, it is time to take action. I am a teacher of students who have individual needs. I also have a child that requires special instruction. Since my child was identified, it has been a battle to get him the appropriate services he needs and it has been a battle to retain those services when some thought he did not need them. It has been a battle to make sure those services are consistently being provided. I will not go into all of the details of these battles that I have fought and will continue to fight. But I will say, they were and are unnecessary. I will always be my child's advocate when he is being denied what he is entitled to. I'm always ready.

I am a "bulldog".