NOSY MEME
Where do you live?
In a suburb of The D. In a house with Red, Hively and Otto.
Are you waiting for something?
The work day to end and the weekend to begin.
What’s one pet peeve of yours that is not common?
Silverware, rubbed against teeth or scraped on a dish – it makes me want to climb out of my skin. Also, having my face touched. I have personal space issuesJ
What was the last thing you drank?
Coffee
Last person you hugged?
Hively before bed last night
Whom do you most look like in your family?
My Oldest Sister
Did you have a dream last night?
I don’t think so.
How many piercings do you have?
2, 1 in each ear
If you could have something right now, anything, what would it be?
No debt. None!
Does anyone call you babe?
No
Where does most of your family live?
Tennessee
Where did you grow up?
Michigan
Where do you want to go on vacation?
Greece
Have you broken a bone?
No
What did you receive for Valentine’s Day?
That was like 7 weeks ago, I don’t remember that far back. I think some Chocolate?!?
Have you ever had a panic attack?
Yes – at a Kid Rock Concert.
Can you sleep in jeans?
NO! That is so not comfortable enough to relax and sleep.
What can’t you wait for?
Summer – JuneJ I LOVE June!
When’s the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it?
Today
Have your parents ever smoked pot?
I really don’t think so.
Want someone back in your life?
Not really, I am good with those I have currently.
Are you good at giving directions? The BEST!
What do you order at the bar?
Vodka & Cranberry – Just call me Dennis RodmanJ
When was the last time you cried really, really hard?
Monday when I got a shot in my foot.
Whom was your last text from?
My boss letting me know she is too sick to come in today.
Ever licked someone’s cheek?
Yep! But I really prefer to bite people.
What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?
Chocolate!
Where were you on July 4th, 2008?
Sister’s in-laws for THE BEST firework display there is in my area.
What body part(s) do you wash first in the shower?
Hair then face. Is hair a body part?
Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a D?
Nope.
Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
In between. Spring and Fall. But if it is HOT or COLD – Cold because you can always layer on blankets.
What do you currently hear right now?
Night Moves – Bob Seager (He is from The D ya know!)
Does someone like you right now?
Everyone likes me. I have a winning personality.
Could you go out in public looking like you do now?
Um Yeah! I am out in public – at work.
If you could go any place in the world right now, where would you go?
To a warm sandy beach and lay on a blanket in the shade and take a nap.
Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something?
Yes I have. And I have had someone make me that mad also.
What is your favorite color?
Purple
If you could go back in time, how far back would you go?
FAR BACK! I would go to the day I graduated High School. June 1992. Sheesh that is 17 years ago! WOW a whole lifetime ago.
Why would you go back to then?
I would finish college and be more involved in being a young adult instead of becoming a wife and mom so quickly.
Country Radio
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Thursdays are usually Country radio days in my office. To the disdain of my Manager. But to the enjoyment of all the others. I’m cool with this for the most part. Sure I’d love a rock/alternative day but, apparently Ethel scares them too much! The other choice I lean towards is jazz but they say it puts them to sleep. Too bad so sad for me right.
I am not a fan of Garth Brooks. I actually think him an ass. (Actually a huge ass who cheated on his wife with Trisha Yearwood for YEARS!) Some of his songs are enjoyable listening though and back when I was 20, one was brought to my attention. I had broke up with my ex-husband (then bf) and my sister gave me the words to this tune… Garth Brooks, Unanswered Prayers (Album NO FENCES) Just the other night a hometown football game Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers I like this song. Every time I hear it I am taken back to a place in time when I had many options before me. However, as a young adult, I could only see a few of them and that is so sad. (Why is it in youth was are so unable to see that the world is a huge open book to us? I see this in other 20ish people and I just want to shake them and say – “Do It ALL! You will never get these chances again!”)
My sister, I love her dearly! Now as I look back, from these eyes of a 34 year old single mom, having been left alone to raise my 2 angels, I know where she was going when she gave me these lyrics. Encouragement! She was saying that dumping the (then too) cheater on his ass was a great instinct and that she felt I should go with that.
Unfortunately for me, I was a thick-headed and weak hearted young soul and I did not take her (wise) advice. |
Obama Wins…And Now, We Move On!
I was watching Charlie Gibson when the clock stroke 11pm and the polls were closed in California. Charlie announced that they were ready to call the election winner as…Barack Obama. I wept at this announcement. I then went and woke my children so they could witness this event, this moment that will be recorded in history books for years and years to come. I wanted them to be able to tell their children someday that they had watched this man, this hopeful and hope invoking leader, accept his win. To be able to tell the story of how they sat in their living room with their mom as she wept not from sadness or fear but because she was finally encouraged that the future of America would be fixed for them and their children and their children after them.
I am so proud of my country. I woke up bursting with joy that my fellow American citizens went out in drove to elect this man. To give this man, Barack Obama, with the funny name, and the big ears, and the black skin, to give him a chance. I am proud that my generation is involved enough in the happenings of this country that they stood in lines that wrapped around buildings, to give this man an opportunity to lead us into a future that may be unsure and uncertain, but will absolutely be altered because of this decision.
If you went out and cast a vote, then I am proud of you! Even if you voted for another candidate, I am proud that you took part in the shaping of this country and it’s government. We don’t have to agree on any topic, other than that WE are in this together. We love America and we are Americans and that alone makes us allies. Whether we see anything else the same, that alone makes us countrymen. And if you are a fellow American who voted yesterday then thanks and God Bless You!
On this note I will leave you with my favorite part of his victory speech last night: I know you didn’t do this just to win an election and I know you didn’t do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime – two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they’ll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor’s bills, or save enough for college.
Tried to kill my son – Part 3
CONCLUSION:
I need to wrap this up as the first visit since this ordeal commences tonight at 6pm! UGH! You all need to pray for my babies as they are gone over the next 48 hours. And for me, the mama sitting at home and trying to function through my fear for them.
AHH – Justice System who has the best interest of my minor children in mind – how I love thee!
As Red and Hively talked the tale unraveled, and I was left with nausea.
On Friday night, Hively had been unable to sleep but just lay on the couch (because neither if them have a room there and he has no bed there) and flipped through television channels for hours (WHAT? What channels honey? Have y’all seen what can be found on a cable channel in the wee hours?) before daddy came to check on him. My children have always told me that they will never go get their dad if they wake in the night. They fear being in trouble from their step-mother because going into get their father may wake the brother who does have a bedroom located adjacent to theirs.
On Saturday they went to Chuck E. Cheese (this is why you should avoid this place with your off spring! Especially on the weekends when “part-time” parents go there because they are the “fun” parent). Hively says he made a few trips to the restroom while there because he thought he was going to throw-up. He also says that while in the over-head climber he couldn’t move around because he couldn’t breathe. Back at the homestead, there was an incident where Hively did throw-up. He was yelled at and had paper towels thrown at him and was made to clean up his own vomit. He was followed around with Lysol and everything he touched was sprayed down, as well as requiring him to obsessively wash his hands and stay away from the little brother there. Then on Saturday evening around 9pm Red gave Hively her bed to sleep in for the night. He was coughing and coughing. (I have been the primary care giver for 8 years of his life. For 6 of those he has had diagnosed Asthma. I am confident if I had heard that cough I would have known it as his “asthma cough”. This cough is when I step in and intervene with a puffer, with a breathing treatment, with a doctor visit.) Red proceeds to tell me that while this coughing was going on, the step mother said (something along the lines of), “Great, how are any of us going to get any sleep tonight with that going on?” Yes, that is right. My child was in respiratory distress and she was concerned about her beauty sleep.
On Sunday morning is when I was called and this story began. Except for the minor detail where Red was left at the house with the step mother and brother. They went to get the step mother some breakfast from Burger King (no, not my daughter, just herself.) When my son was admitted his father called there to tell her to bring Red up to the hospital so I could get her back home. She had her sister-in-law come over to keep the brother and when they were talking something was said about me to the effect of why would I be mad about having to come over there and the step mothers response was, “who knows it’s HER, SHE gets mad about EVERYTHING.” In front of my daughter who was already scared and nervous because her brother was so very sick, adding to her anxiety to be worried about me and was I going to be upset when I arrived there.
These people are a joke! After I came home and was SO PISSED! I would not talk to my ex. And he KNEW why. But it took him a few days to come out and ask if I had a problem. I simply said I did but I needed time to calm down before discussing it. He then proceeded to harass me into talking then and there and I proceeded to not answer my phone because it was in EVERYONES best interest for me to cool off before the discussion took place.
As I said at the beginning of this conclusion, the next visit is upon us so this week I had the discussion. Where, I tried to remain non-accusatory and non-confrontational. Where, he denied any wrong doing, going as far to say he would do nothing different. Where, he denied a lot of the things both children said happened. Where, he even went further and called back for a second discussion because he asked his wife about her comments and place in this story and she also denied saying any of these things. And finally where he accused me of feeding these tales to my kids and could I please not do such things because he is their father and he does love them and he would do anything for them.
Yes, this man truly believes he is in the right in this story. This man truly believes he and his wife are “GOOD” to my babies. This man truly believes that “claiming” to love someone and “claiming” you will do anything for them are enough, that actual actions are just a bi-product.
So the tale is done and over I hope. We have made a mutual agreement that if my children are sick they can just stay home and if they get sick while in his care he will contact me and bring them home. We will just have to wait and see how long that holds out…….…and pray!
– PRAY A LOT!
Meme Coming At Ya.
So, The Girl from the Ghetto, my new blogging pal, tagged me to do this meme. I will try my damndest to be interesting in these six questions if not in general.
1. I wish I had finished school and had a degree in something, anything. My work is actually fine and interesting enough but at 33 years old, I wish I felt more fulfilled from my day to day work. I just feel unproductive, even when I am actually producing great things in my role. I feel it is the lack of importance that I am hung up on.
2. If I wasn’t currently living in Michigan and my home would sell, I would be out of here in a Detroit Minute! I adore my house! I just have a strong desire to get the heck outta dodge! I would like to venture to the South and raise my kids in a place where the pace is slower and the scenery less cluttered.
3. I fear the day my babies are grown and leave me. I can’t imagine what my life would consist of if it wasn’t for caring for them. This issue is one that I see as unhealthy. I have been making an honest effort lately to push them to be more independent. I just need to figure out what I will do for me when I quit focusing so much of myself on them.
4. I am obsessive compulsive and borderline paranoid. My disorder is mainly fixed upon germ-a-phobia! (Please stay away from me if you are sick. The Greek Goddess actually teases me because I refuse to share food & drinks with my own offspring.) This does go deeper still; I check the locks on my doors a few times before heading to bed. I refuse to sleep with windows open in my home for fear someone will cut the screen, climb in, and abduct one of my children. Irrational and silly? Yes. However, I just can not stop myself!
5. I believe you can have two conflicting thoughts at the same time and be equally devoted to them both. In the same breath you can hate broccoli but also love broccoli. In the same thought you can thank God for all your blessings and also wonder if he does exist. I truly believe this to be true and I, myself experience this phenomenon on a daily basis.
6. I am proud of myself! This is not to be boastful or arrogant, but I am great! In six years I have raised two babies (1 & 3), started a career that pays the bills, bought a home and made all the payments on my own, gotten more education to help further me in said career path, and pretty much started a whole new life. I often refer to the years prior to the past six as “my previous life” because that is how I see them. I had a previous life where I had to depend on someone who was not good to me or for me. In the past six years, on my own, I have built a better, happier, healthier life for me and my children and I am proud or myself for that!
Here are the rules: 1) Link back to the person who tagged you (that= me!). 2) Post the rules on your blog. 3) Write six things about yourself. 4) Tag six people at the end of your post by posting links to their blog sites. 5) Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their site. 6) And let your tagger know when your entry is up.
I tag:
http://mssinglemama.wordpress.com/
http://abrightfuture.wordpress.com/
http://mommypie.wordpress.com/
http://sparklingmama.wordpress.com/
My Punishment.
I have figured it out!
She is punishing me for being a bad parent!
Who? The first grade teacher of course!
She thinks keeping me at home doing first grade homework will keep me and my kid out of trouble.
I just remembered this conversation from about a week ago.
He said, “Mommy, she wouldn’t let me put that my favorite restaurant was Casino.”
Red asks, “Where is that? I’ve never been there.”
I assume, “Oh, is that somewhere Daddy has taken you?”
(Side Note: Daddy is a bit fond of the tables & chips if you & I haven’t discussed this before.)
He answers us both with, “No it is the place Mommy and I went when you (Red) were gone to Indy with Grandma Aunty.”
I start to rack my brain thinking, where did we go? Where did I take him? (Knowing it was not the actual Casino as I/Mommy is NOT fond of the tables or chips.) Sure it had been only 10 days prior we had been there but you know me. I am lucky if I can tell you what I ate for breakfast this morning!
Then I get it! I reply (a bit too zealously), “OH! YOU MEAN COMO’S!”
Whew, that was close I was scared I had actually taken my 7 year old into a casino, dropped him off to be babysat by a few exotic dancers and spent his college fund on craps. But no, I had merely taken him along with me to dinner as I met with a few pals. (In my mother’s opinion this is just as bad, I should at all times remain sitting at home entertaining munchkins with my legs crossed but that again is a post for a different day.)
My concern is that the first grade teacher has been told this tale of our adventure to the Casino and now thinks me some trashy, low-life, parent.
Well, I meet with her and the Principal in the morning before school so we will see. I will be sure to wear something that shows off my tattoos and massive cleavage in an attempt to trick her into thinking she is right. Then, I will lay her out with my vast knowledge of children and their educational needs and WAHMO! I win! Hopefully to never be sent a damn in class assignment to be completed at home again.
We will see, I will let you know the results tomorrow. Until then, let me know what you do with your kids when you are in desperate need of a little gambling and your local strippers aren’t open for childcare. (Hey when a babysitter costs $10/hour and gas costs nearly $1000 to get anywhere, what is a financially strapped single mama to do?
He Thought He Was Being Funny!
Have y’all seen me? I am not a very vain person. Carly Simon was definitely NOT talking about me. That is for damn sure.Sure, I feel I am fairly attractive, I try to put in an effort (see here) to be presentable but as far as holding myself to the typical standard of beauty, I don’t do it. I may be overweight but as I said, I still feel I am attractive enough regardless of this one minor issue. I am one of those analytical types who believe our society puts too much emphasis on “typical” beauty when the true beauty of a person is so much more than what you see when you look at them. As you know Red is coming up on 10 years old and this is a philosophy I have always tried to instill in her. I am quite proud too, because in spite of her emersion in the Hannah Montana/HSM entertainment world, she actually seems to get this. She is not vain either. She looks nice and clean and presentable when she walks out of the house but she is also nice and kind hearted and has a vast repertoire of friends and tries to get along with everyone she is with. Some girls in her grade have began being “catty” but she is not and this makes me proud. Proud of whom she is and proud of the job I am doing with her. But I digress, back to the topic.This week we (The Hub) got on this kick of checking our “Real Age” by taking this (http://www.oprah.com/health/lifestages/realage/health_real_main.jhtml) Dr. Oz test. Yes, as I said, I am overweight, I don’t eat or exercise as I should, I don’t take vitamins or meditate daily and “hello” I am a single mother of 2 young children so we can safely say I do have a LARGE amount of stress in my life. So I knew I just knew I was safe to assume I would rate a good 5+ years older in “Real Age” than my actual age is. I was just about dead on. I was 5.25 years older than 33 ½. So, thanks for the advice Dr. Oz, the advice you give is truly helpful and I may try to find time in my life to implement some of the changes you advise. However; if I do this, it will be for purely health related reason, it has nothing to do with appearance and how I feel when I look in the mirror. It is all about how I feel, period. When I look in the mirror, I do not see a 38 year old woman. I see me. Actually, I am very young at heart and I see a younger person than even 33 ½. One of the things about the demise of my marriage that always left me saddened was the fact that I would not be growing old with someone who would look at me and see the 18 year old I had been when we met. Not because I am vain…but because sometimes on a bad day when you are feeling, fat or old or ugly it is nice to look into the one you loves eyes and know they see the person you used to be. No matter how old you grow with a mate, I think in their eyes you remain the person they saw you as when they fell in love with you. And this is a nice thing on some days.Okay, so as I said I took this little quizzes results in stride because I expected the result I got. Then I took Red and her friend to see High School Musical – On Ice and as we exited the arena and past the wall covered in famous musical icons, I proceeded to impress the girls with my knowledge of each of their names. As we got to the end of this hall and came to the desk where a security guard stood, he looked at the two 9 year olds and said, “If you were 40 you’d know all of them too.”As he said this I was right beside him and without even thinking, I smacked him on the arm and said, “I AM NOT 40!” I think he may have been shocked by my hitting him and he said, “Oh, sorry, 30….20.” I said, “I’ll take 20 THANKS!”I felt like crap! Do I really look 40? I don’t see 40 in my mirror every morning but maybe I am wrong. I see that he was trying to be funny. I kinda felt bad for my reaction at first but the more I think about it, the more I think I hope he got a bruise from that smack. He wasn’t funny at all and I actually hate him a little now! He made me question myself and who I am and for that, he deserved the hit.
Hello world!
Where Is The Silver Lining?
I feel odd just jumping into the deep end with all you strangers but I suppose that is the best way to begin.
As I mentioned we live in Michigan. We are in mid February in Michigan people and I am tired of it. Tired of wind that messes up my hair, tired of paying to have the snow shoveled or doing it myself when I arrive home after dark from my busy day, and mostly, I’m tired of being tired and drained of all energy by this bitter, cold weather. Those of you who get the pleasure of existing in a warmer climate will not understand this, like you will not understand when I say that living here has caused me to add 5 pounds in the past months and this cold dreary weather is bringing me pretty low down these days.
This morning I awoke to the sun and I decided to make an effort. Do you all know this effort of which I speak? This is the extra effort that trying to be happy despite your environment, sometimes takes. I haven’t had it in me to make this effort lately but today, I did it. I curled my hair and applied make-up, I chose pretty colors to wear and most importantly I decided to insist I have a great day! I was determined to invoke “The Secret” and bring a great day to myself through my thoughts.
Well, by noon the sun was shrouded by the clouds filling the Northern sky and I had failed my mission. I may have looked like a million bucks but I was not full of joy and cheer. I was more along the lines of Where Is The Silver Lining? It has to be around here somewhere. So my mood wasn’t lifted and so I will try again tomorrow but for now I am going to crawl into my flannel sheets and curl up with a new book purchased while battling the vicious cold wind that accompanied this day.
