Of sleep. For reals. Oh what a busy weekend! It's going to take at least 3 days to get back on our schedule.
Friday night, I got home and my mama was already there. She had dinner made (score!) and for that I was thankful. We ate, Bee and C left for the father daughter dance with C winning the whole pants vs. dress battle. However, she had to concede on the hoodie. She convinced her father that they didn't have to be real dressed up because her friend said so. Bee later text me to tell me that C and her friend were the only two girls NOT dressed up like it was senior prom and that him and that little girls dad were the only two dads not in a suit.
Apparently, it was packed though and they had a good time. Him and his friend Rob stood against the wall like they did in high school being "too cool" to bust a move, while the girls all ran around and boogied. Bee told me later, that he was horrified to see stripper moves, booty bouncing, and "dropping it like it's hot" from a group of pre K-5th grade girls. I was horrified too.
He came home and we were both exhausted, but we promised Bff Rose we'd come get her and take her with us to go see Bee's brother's band, and then out to this bar where our friend was celebrating his birthday. We did end up attending both the concert and the birthday party, scored free Taco Bell from BFF Rose, and then dropped her off and dragged our tired butts home where we fell into bed at about 4am.
8am we were up. Mama made breakfast, and so we ate, then headed out to the "D"! Our friends were running late and I felt bad because I really thought we were going to be on the road and at my aunts house by 11:30am. We didn't even LEAVE until 1:30pm. We made it there by 4pm, checked in, and everyone was tired. We headed over to my aunts for a bit, then went to grab dinner, planning on meeting my cousin later. Well, after dinner we were just too tired. So, we canceled going out and went to bed instead.
Can I tell you, it was one of the best nights ever. Bee and I went back to our room and crawled in bed. The beds were soooo comfortable and so were the pillows. And we just spent quality time together. No Xbox, No laptops, no text messages. No Distractions. Just us. We laughed, we giggled, we talked, we had a blast. Then, we drifted off to sleep and slept until 9am the next day. We got ready, checked out, had breakfast, and then came back to the hotel for the meeting. When they were done, we hit the road and came home.
We were so tired, but then we stayed up and watched the Steelers game. Holy S. I almost had a heart attack like 6 times. From my chunky monkey Ben getting punched in the face and having his nose broken, to Heath Miller getting a helmet to helmet blow that snapped his neck back so hard it caused him to pass out before hitting the ground in a crumpled heap. Where' the fine for that, NFL?! Hmmm?! In between that, I was cleaning, and straightening, because my mom was there all weekend and she, like a typical Grandma, doesn't make the kids do anything. They can eat in the living room and enjoy all sorts of debauchery. Which is ok, because that's what Grandma's are for. Unfortunately, it leaves a path of destruction in my house that I can't sleep knowing about.
And now the work week begins. We have C's winter concert, which means dealing with the ex's parents. Awesome. Oh yeah, and all the snow. Wee!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
GO CAVS!
I don't care that LeQuit and his team stomped a mud-hole in us last night.
We are still doing just fine without him. And our team is playing better as a team.
My boss owns a media company, and last year we did the opening lineup video for the Cavs. They asked us back this year too. Here's the result....
Pretty awesome if you ask me.... ;)
We are still doing just fine without him. And our team is playing better as a team.
My boss owns a media company, and last year we did the opening lineup video for the Cavs. They asked us back this year too. Here's the result....
Pretty awesome if you ask me.... ;)
Detroit Rock City!
Ok, I apologize for my little (ok, LONG) rant yesterday. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program :)
Guess what, blog world?! I'm heading to the "D" this tomorrow night! Yes, good ole Detroit. Now, some of you are probably thinking, "Ew. Why?!" And to you I say...
"Shut up."
In the nicest possible way of course :)
I have several of my closest family members who live there. Including one very adorable God daughter! All of whom I have not seen since last Christmas. Also, the league that Bee's new team is going to be in is based out of Detroit and they are having a meeting this weekend. The meeting is on Sunday, but Bee and I wanted to go up a day before and hang out with my family so he can meet them. Then, all of us "young" folks are going to go out for a few adult beverages at the same little hole in the wall bar we always go to when I go up there.
I am so excited for Bee to meet my family and hang out. Get to know my cousins and grow to love them as much as I do and vice versa. Especially since we will probably be seeing a lot of them come summer since a lot of our games will be up there. We are also staying at the Double Tree Hotel. Um, Hello fabulous. Their beds are to DIE for. I had to stay at the one near my old house one time for a "you really shouldn't drink and drive" class, and their roll away bed was more comfortable than my $800.00 mattress set at home! Plus, their food is good too. And, I've never stayed at a hotel with Bee before. It will be nice and kind of romantic :)
As for the kiddos, Mama and Poppy will being coming out to stay with them. They are excited and so are the kids. Mama already has the menu all planned out. That's so my mom. Everything revolves around the food. Ha! But the kids don't mind. They like that. Plus, there was something mentioned about baking a gigantic cupcake in my sister's gigantic cupcake pan. Little Man will be in his glory!
As for tonight, we are super busy as well! Bee and C are going to her father daughter dance tonight. Then, after that's over, we are heading downtown to go see Bee's brother's band. Then, after a set, heading out to a bar for a friend's birthday. After all that, I hope we aren't out too late. I want to be on the road early on Saturday.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and I'll probably post from the road!
Guess what, blog world?! I'm heading to the "D" this tomorrow night! Yes, good ole Detroit. Now, some of you are probably thinking, "Ew. Why?!" And to you I say...
"Shut up."
In the nicest possible way of course :)
I have several of my closest family members who live there. Including one very adorable God daughter! All of whom I have not seen since last Christmas. Also, the league that Bee's new team is going to be in is based out of Detroit and they are having a meeting this weekend. The meeting is on Sunday, but Bee and I wanted to go up a day before and hang out with my family so he can meet them. Then, all of us "young" folks are going to go out for a few adult beverages at the same little hole in the wall bar we always go to when I go up there.
I am so excited for Bee to meet my family and hang out. Get to know my cousins and grow to love them as much as I do and vice versa. Especially since we will probably be seeing a lot of them come summer since a lot of our games will be up there. We are also staying at the Double Tree Hotel. Um, Hello fabulous. Their beds are to DIE for. I had to stay at the one near my old house one time for a "you really shouldn't drink and drive" class, and their roll away bed was more comfortable than my $800.00 mattress set at home! Plus, their food is good too. And, I've never stayed at a hotel with Bee before. It will be nice and kind of romantic :)
As for the kiddos, Mama and Poppy will being coming out to stay with them. They are excited and so are the kids. Mama already has the menu all planned out. That's so my mom. Everything revolves around the food. Ha! But the kids don't mind. They like that. Plus, there was something mentioned about baking a gigantic cupcake in my sister's gigantic cupcake pan. Little Man will be in his glory!
As for tonight, we are super busy as well! Bee and C are going to her father daughter dance tonight. Then, after that's over, we are heading downtown to go see Bee's brother's band. Then, after a set, heading out to a bar for a friend's birthday. After all that, I hope we aren't out too late. I want to be on the road early on Saturday.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and I'll probably post from the road!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Little Frustration...brace yourself for a rant..
At the fact that I have no children of my very own, yet I know more about what it takes to be a parent than a lot of people.
I don't know if it's the holidays or if it is just simply I have some much frustration built up that I notice it more...UGH!
People should be born sterile and in order to have kids, you must take classes, and get a College degree in child rearing before you are given the ability to make children.
BFF Rose is fighting with her 18 year old son's father. They divorced when Kam was 7. The dad? He up and moved to Arizona and didn't talk to his son until he moved back 5 years later. Then, he requested that Kam come live with him because he didn't want to pay child support. Those were his actual words. BFF Rose allowed it only because Kam grew up in a good city with a really good school district. It was the only thing that kept her in that city and paying expensive rent. If he moved with his dad, he could live in a nice big house and keep attending his good school because Dad married into money. Plus, he was 12 and becoming a teenager and needed a positive male influence in his life and BFF Rose's boyfriend sucked at life, so she figured she's let him get to know his dad.
Kam hated living there. Hated his step mom. He was treated like a babysitter for the new baby and a work horse. He got a job and saved every paycheck. Didn't spend a dime because he wanted to buy a car. He had $4,000 saved and asked his dad to take him to the bank so he could get his money because he found a car and a mechanic friend of BFF Rose's checked it out and said it was a good deal. His dad then confessed, without even a trace of remorse, that he let his brother (who has problems with money) "borrow" the money about 6 months ago. Kam never did see a dime of that money, and when he did get a car, his dad expected BFF rose to "Chip in" half because he shouldn't be expected to pay it all on his own.
There are many other factors that makes him a grade "A" douche, but that's the one that sticks with me the most. That, and kicking him out at 17 because he couldn't "handle" him. Here's the thing. Kam is a straight "A" student. Never had a detention. Never in a fight. Has good, wholesome friends, and is an all around good kid. A little lazy, yes, when it comes to picking up after himself...or getting out of bed before 4pm...but a good kid. He finished up his last year at BFF Rose's house, and is taking the year off from College to figure out what he wants to do. His dad is upset and spent the last three days telling BFF Rose what a crappy parent she is, how she screwed up their kid, and how she can't find anyone to share her life with, that's why she is latching on to their son. And he removed Kam from his health iinsurance.
He pisses me off.
Then there is Miss A. She is having troubles with her jerk of an Ex too. His M.O. seems to be the same as BFF Rose's ex. Latch on to a woman with a good job and money in the bank. Bleed them dry. Have a kid or two. Then repeat. He spent the week accusing her from his new girlfriend's house that he lives with, about the kid's winter coats. They're old (one year), They're Dirty (They were washed a week ago. They're boys), They're not warm enough (They are double lined with fleece). So, this equals her being a bad parent. He bought them new jackets (I'm assuming this means the girlfriend did), but they were not sent home in them because HE bought them, so HE is keeping them at HIS house. So, Miss A then had to go out and spend money she had not planned on to buy the boys new winter coats for HER house.
Then, there is MY hive. I had had enough last night. I have heard from J who is included on the kid's letters from their mom little snippets here and there of all the wonderful things she's said about me. How "if only" she could be there to "buy them the things they need" like a "good parent" should. Like boots for winter and winter coats! Oh! The horror! Grandma S made a few comments about that too. Ok, lets get a few things straight. One, when she was "here", she STOLE to get the things SHE wanted. At least I can say I have earned every Gosh Darn penny that is in my pocket. Second, C and Little man would wear shorts and tshirts, outsides, in shoes with no socks, every day of the year. Rain, Sleet, Snow, Ice, Monsoon. They would do it, and not think twice. Since October 1st, I have not allowed any of them, even on days where it was 60 degrees, to walk out of our house in anything less than shoes WITH socks, and long pants. Short sleeves may be worn, but you WILL carry a coat/jacket/hoodie with you in case it gets cold.
Also? It's DECEMBER 2ND. And up until yesterday, we hadn't seen nary a snowflake. In fact, the temperature had yet to even dip below 40 degrees. 40 degrees does not require boots and parkas. Their tennis shoes and wool lined jackets were fine. And, if they are so concerned, why didn't they buy boots and coats?
Bee decided since it did snow yesterday, it was time to get the kids at least boots. Their coats are fine. Before we left, I went and got the mail. The kids had two letters from their mom. The back of one had a letter to Bee on it which said
I also told be I was sick of it. Sick of being disrespected in my own house like that. He called C and Little Man together and told them to stop telling their mother what she wants to hear. She is already delusional, and when she says things like "I know you are so unhappy there" DON'T Agree. It only makes it worse, because then HE gets letters asking him why are they so miserable when they clearly are not. He asked them if they were and they both agreed they weren't. He said "STOP telling her lies. STOP telling her you HATE certain people in this house because I know you don't. And if you do, you need to tell ME and that certain person can stop doing all the wonderful, loving things she does for you. It's disrespectful, it's hurtful, and most important, it's NOT TRUE. Your mother lied, stole, and did lots of bad things. She is where she deserves to be. She chose it. Not me. She chose to leave us. Remember that. I have moved on. I have forgiven her, but I will never forget and I will never take her back, so when she says things to you about us all going back to how it was? It's Bull. I am with "Monkee", and that's final and will not change. J can talk to her mom because it's free and she is not in prison. You can't talk to yours because it cost a hell of a lot more than $6.00. and we can't afford that because you guys also like to eat, wear clothes, have a warm house, and watch TV. And really, I don't like the idea of you being under her influence every day."
I doubt it'll change much...but it least made me feel better.....and hopefully him too. We left to go get boots, and $75.00 later ( For KIDS boots...at PAYLESS...WTF?) , returned home. J didn't get any because she said she had a pair, but they were in storage. Her mom called later and she asked her about them and her mom said that they were ripped and gotten thrown away. J said that next time she saw her mom, they'd have to go get her boots then. Her mom said "Well, tell your dad to get you boots because I can't afford it. It's a strain on me financially just coming to see you"
I got pissed off all over again. Um, she lives 5 minutes down the road from us. Not exaggerating. Bee has offered to drop J off there, but she says no. She's already dropped her visitation back to Wednesday's and every other Saturday. As for the boots? J saw a pair she liked for $26.00. Twenty Six American dollars. It's your KID for goodness sake. She is not working, but she gets SSI AND WELFARE. For Both kids. Neither of which live with her right now. Even when she lived with her mom, Bee paid for everything for J. Everything. We still pay for everything except we get nothing other than our paychecks in which we earned, by you know, working. Bee and I are not in dire straights or anything, but at the end of the month, while we can say that every last bill is paid and current, we have VERY little left over to do things with. Like, buy new boots. Or Go out to eat. Or buy more than just the essentials at the grocery store.
You know, I might not have birthed these kids out of my body, but I sure love them enough to sacrifice things I want or even need, to make sure they have what they need.
But, then again, I guess that's why both of these women leave it up to me to take care of their kids.
Worthless....
I don't know if it's the holidays or if it is just simply I have some much frustration built up that I notice it more...UGH!
People should be born sterile and in order to have kids, you must take classes, and get a College degree in child rearing before you are given the ability to make children.
BFF Rose is fighting with her 18 year old son's father. They divorced when Kam was 7. The dad? He up and moved to Arizona and didn't talk to his son until he moved back 5 years later. Then, he requested that Kam come live with him because he didn't want to pay child support. Those were his actual words. BFF Rose allowed it only because Kam grew up in a good city with a really good school district. It was the only thing that kept her in that city and paying expensive rent. If he moved with his dad, he could live in a nice big house and keep attending his good school because Dad married into money. Plus, he was 12 and becoming a teenager and needed a positive male influence in his life and BFF Rose's boyfriend sucked at life, so she figured she's let him get to know his dad.
Kam hated living there. Hated his step mom. He was treated like a babysitter for the new baby and a work horse. He got a job and saved every paycheck. Didn't spend a dime because he wanted to buy a car. He had $4,000 saved and asked his dad to take him to the bank so he could get his money because he found a car and a mechanic friend of BFF Rose's checked it out and said it was a good deal. His dad then confessed, without even a trace of remorse, that he let his brother (who has problems with money) "borrow" the money about 6 months ago. Kam never did see a dime of that money, and when he did get a car, his dad expected BFF rose to "Chip in" half because he shouldn't be expected to pay it all on his own.
There are many other factors that makes him a grade "A" douche, but that's the one that sticks with me the most. That, and kicking him out at 17 because he couldn't "handle" him. Here's the thing. Kam is a straight "A" student. Never had a detention. Never in a fight. Has good, wholesome friends, and is an all around good kid. A little lazy, yes, when it comes to picking up after himself...or getting out of bed before 4pm...but a good kid. He finished up his last year at BFF Rose's house, and is taking the year off from College to figure out what he wants to do. His dad is upset and spent the last three days telling BFF Rose what a crappy parent she is, how she screwed up their kid, and how she can't find anyone to share her life with, that's why she is latching on to their son. And he removed Kam from his health iinsurance.
He pisses me off.
Then there is Miss A. She is having troubles with her jerk of an Ex too. His M.O. seems to be the same as BFF Rose's ex. Latch on to a woman with a good job and money in the bank. Bleed them dry. Have a kid or two. Then repeat. He spent the week accusing her from his new girlfriend's house that he lives with, about the kid's winter coats. They're old (one year), They're Dirty (They were washed a week ago. They're boys), They're not warm enough (They are double lined with fleece). So, this equals her being a bad parent. He bought them new jackets (I'm assuming this means the girlfriend did), but they were not sent home in them because HE bought them, so HE is keeping them at HIS house. So, Miss A then had to go out and spend money she had not planned on to buy the boys new winter coats for HER house.
Then, there is MY hive. I had had enough last night. I have heard from J who is included on the kid's letters from their mom little snippets here and there of all the wonderful things she's said about me. How "if only" she could be there to "buy them the things they need" like a "good parent" should. Like boots for winter and winter coats! Oh! The horror! Grandma S made a few comments about that too. Ok, lets get a few things straight. One, when she was "here", she STOLE to get the things SHE wanted. At least I can say I have earned every Gosh Darn penny that is in my pocket. Second, C and Little man would wear shorts and tshirts, outsides, in shoes with no socks, every day of the year. Rain, Sleet, Snow, Ice, Monsoon. They would do it, and not think twice. Since October 1st, I have not allowed any of them, even on days where it was 60 degrees, to walk out of our house in anything less than shoes WITH socks, and long pants. Short sleeves may be worn, but you WILL carry a coat/jacket/hoodie with you in case it gets cold.
Also? It's DECEMBER 2ND. And up until yesterday, we hadn't seen nary a snowflake. In fact, the temperature had yet to even dip below 40 degrees. 40 degrees does not require boots and parkas. Their tennis shoes and wool lined jackets were fine. And, if they are so concerned, why didn't they buy boots and coats?
Bee decided since it did snow yesterday, it was time to get the kids at least boots. Their coats are fine. Before we left, I went and got the mail. The kids had two letters from their mom. The back of one had a letter to Bee on it which said
"What am I to tell my children when they ask me how it is you can spend $70.00 on a video game, but can't afford the $6.00 a week to allow the service on your phone to accept my phone calls? How come it's ok for their Sister to talk to HER mother on a phone you pay for , but I can't talk to mine? It's HER and her HATE for me, isn't it? That's not fair. I pay $5.00 a call, you can at least be human enough to pay $1.50 a week to let me talk to my kids".This pissed me off for several reasons. One. That's between YOU and Bee. Not the kids. Don't write that stuff on their letters. Two. It's a hell of a lot more than $6.00 a month for her to call on our phone. It's like $150.00. I'll be damned if I am going to pay that. I might consider it if she wasn't such a suckhole. Three. The phone is in MY name, if she has a problem with the above, she can take it up with ME. If she keeps it up, I'll block every number coming out of that place. Her mom's too. NONE of them will be able to call the house. Four. J gets to talk to her mom whenever she wants because she is NOT an asshat AND because her calls are FREE because SHE is not in PRISON!
I also told be I was sick of it. Sick of being disrespected in my own house like that. He called C and Little Man together and told them to stop telling their mother what she wants to hear. She is already delusional, and when she says things like "I know you are so unhappy there" DON'T Agree. It only makes it worse, because then HE gets letters asking him why are they so miserable when they clearly are not. He asked them if they were and they both agreed they weren't. He said "STOP telling her lies. STOP telling her you HATE certain people in this house because I know you don't. And if you do, you need to tell ME and that certain person can stop doing all the wonderful, loving things she does for you. It's disrespectful, it's hurtful, and most important, it's NOT TRUE. Your mother lied, stole, and did lots of bad things. She is where she deserves to be. She chose it. Not me. She chose to leave us. Remember that. I have moved on. I have forgiven her, but I will never forget and I will never take her back, so when she says things to you about us all going back to how it was? It's Bull. I am with "Monkee", and that's final and will not change. J can talk to her mom because it's free and she is not in prison. You can't talk to yours because it cost a hell of a lot more than $6.00. and we can't afford that because you guys also like to eat, wear clothes, have a warm house, and watch TV. And really, I don't like the idea of you being under her influence every day."
I doubt it'll change much...but it least made me feel better.....and hopefully him too. We left to go get boots, and $75.00 later ( For KIDS boots...at PAYLESS...WTF?) , returned home. J didn't get any because she said she had a pair, but they were in storage. Her mom called later and she asked her about them and her mom said that they were ripped and gotten thrown away. J said that next time she saw her mom, they'd have to go get her boots then. Her mom said "Well, tell your dad to get you boots because I can't afford it. It's a strain on me financially just coming to see you"
I got pissed off all over again. Um, she lives 5 minutes down the road from us. Not exaggerating. Bee has offered to drop J off there, but she says no. She's already dropped her visitation back to Wednesday's and every other Saturday. As for the boots? J saw a pair she liked for $26.00. Twenty Six American dollars. It's your KID for goodness sake. She is not working, but she gets SSI AND WELFARE. For Both kids. Neither of which live with her right now. Even when she lived with her mom, Bee paid for everything for J. Everything. We still pay for everything except we get nothing other than our paychecks in which we earned, by you know, working. Bee and I are not in dire straights or anything, but at the end of the month, while we can say that every last bill is paid and current, we have VERY little left over to do things with. Like, buy new boots. Or Go out to eat. Or buy more than just the essentials at the grocery store.
You know, I might not have birthed these kids out of my body, but I sure love them enough to sacrifice things I want or even need, to make sure they have what they need.
But, then again, I guess that's why both of these women leave it up to me to take care of their kids.
Worthless....
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Oohhhh!!!! The weather outside is frightful!
So, only in a city bordered by a large body of water can you have weather like this. Yesterday it was 60. Today? 32 for the high. It rained buckets last night. Today, snow.
Bee asked me last night "Baby, how much more rain do you think we'll get before I need to start making us an ark?" to which I replied "not to worry, my love. By morning, it will be snow. Just like in the "Day After Tomorrow", it will change over night and we will have snow up to our eyeballs. Then, we will need lame and whiny Jake Gyllenhaal to tell us to burn books to stay alive."
Seriously, that's all I got out of that movie. Though, it was pretty sweet seeing that big wave take out New York. Oo! and that one guy fall through the glass roof of the mall.
Good Times.
Anyway, we woke up and there it was. All 2cm of it. The white stuff all over the ground. Normally, snow and I are not on speaking terms. I don't like it's coldness, or the fact it coves everything including my car, and I have to forcibly remove it from my presence. I don't like it's slick cousin "ice" either (though, I DID manage to slip and fall, on WATER in a PUDDLE in the parking lot of the HOSPITAL my dad works at yesterday. It was 60 degrees, so I can't blame the ice...)
But this year is a little different. Little Man saw the snow and was tickled pink. He ran outside and started trying to form snowballs, trying to catch it on his tongue, and belly laughing the whole time. Made me remember how much I used to love snow. So, I've decided that Snow may come and it may stay, but only if agrees to go away and take the cold and ice with it come February 1st.
I am thinking I might even go hog wild and purchase a sled.....ooohhh Lordy....
Bee asked me last night "Baby, how much more rain do you think we'll get before I need to start making us an ark?" to which I replied "not to worry, my love. By morning, it will be snow. Just like in the "Day After Tomorrow", it will change over night and we will have snow up to our eyeballs. Then, we will need lame and whiny Jake Gyllenhaal to tell us to burn books to stay alive."
Seriously, that's all I got out of that movie. Though, it was pretty sweet seeing that big wave take out New York. Oo! and that one guy fall through the glass roof of the mall.
Good Times.
Anyway, we woke up and there it was. All 2cm of it. The white stuff all over the ground. Normally, snow and I are not on speaking terms. I don't like it's coldness, or the fact it coves everything including my car, and I have to forcibly remove it from my presence. I don't like it's slick cousin "ice" either (though, I DID manage to slip and fall, on WATER in a PUDDLE in the parking lot of the HOSPITAL my dad works at yesterday. It was 60 degrees, so I can't blame the ice...)
But this year is a little different. Little Man saw the snow and was tickled pink. He ran outside and started trying to form snowballs, trying to catch it on his tongue, and belly laughing the whole time. Made me remember how much I used to love snow. So, I've decided that Snow may come and it may stay, but only if agrees to go away and take the cold and ice with it come February 1st.
I am thinking I might even go hog wild and purchase a sled.....ooohhh Lordy....
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly...
So, I have always loved Christmas. Not like. Not like a lot. Loved. I love everything about it. I love first and foremost that it's a birthday celebration for Jesus and really, the whole world. I love the story behind it. I love the magic of it. I love the songs we sing. Both Christian and secular. I love the idea of Santa. I love how excited children get at the fact that Santa is coming! I love the decorations, the lights, the shopping, the gift giving, the fact that humanity tends to suck less during this month. I just love it ALL!
However, it gets harder and harder for me to get into the spirit every year. Mainly, because as I get older, my friends and family get older too. They tend to get "bah humbugish", and therefore, it really kind of brings me down. I try harder with each and every year to force myself into the spirit. Except for this year.
I was ready two days before Thanksgiving. I held off though, for Bee. He's not to big on the holidays. I'm working on him though, ya'll. I normally put up my decorations the day after Thanksgiving, and that was the plan this year too. But, then it dawned on me that the kiddos wouldn't be home until Sunday. We had people over Sunday, but not that it mattered, because I was tired. But I promised we'd do it Monday. I was waiting for the usual groan I expect to hear when discussing Christmas and Christmas decorations, but instead I got two thrilled sounding "yay!!!!!"'s. God Bless the children :)
I have found two allies in the sea of grumblers. My 7 and 10 year old could not be any more thrilled as I am about the impending Christmas season. It made decking the halls last night that much more fun. There was laughing and giggling, and "wow""s and "Preeeety!"'s, and "Oh! Look at this!" heard all night. I think even Bee's mood was uplifted a bit, though he will never admit it.
Finally at 9 o'clock, we were as done as we were going to get for the moment. The kids went to bed and all that was left was the star. Tradition in my family is that the man of the house tops the tree with the star/angel. Bee refused, then grumbled, then I made a fuss and he got up to do it, but our star was too top heavy. I decided that was the straw that broke the camels back and I needed to go to Walmart that very moment and get some things. So I did. I got an Angel, three ornaments (one is my name! Only time of year I find monogrammed things ;) ) a Christmas themed table cloth, sticky hooks for mine and Bee's stocking Christmas Cards, candy canes, and window clings :) Yeah, I'm crazy, I know.
J was already upstairs. She's a "Jehovah Witness", sort of. Since coming to live with us though, she has stopped reading her bible, stopped going to Kingdom Hall, and has gone to a birthday party, a wedding, and a school dance and partied her butt off and thought nary a second on the fact her religion doesn't allow those things. Bee and I have offered to take her to Kingdom Hall and her mother has offered to bring her Bible, but she wants no part of it...yet, hasn't decided if she is celebrating with us. Bee kind of told her she doesn't have a choice.
Anyway, I finished decking the halls, and then Bee and I went to bed. I was so excited for the kids to see the finished result this morning. But then, 5 minutes before I went to wake them up today, the power went out due to the storm :( The older kids will have to wait until after school, but Little Man got to see it right before we left because the power came back on. I called for him to get in the car and he didn't come. I went looking for him and saw him just standing in the living room staring at the Angel. I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Nothing! It's just....She's sooooo pretty!" Bless his heart. :)
There is little finishing touches I want to add. Along with a few more ornaments. Grandma Bee doesn't decorate anymore, so she has offered for me to come dig through her stuff and take whatever I want! So, Um. YAY! I took pictures and will post soon...in fact, I invite anyone who reads this to do the same....on December 13th....and check back here on the 13th because it's the....
I've seen this on a few other blogs and now I can join in! I hope you do too because I really like all the Christmasness of Christmas time!!! :)
However, it gets harder and harder for me to get into the spirit every year. Mainly, because as I get older, my friends and family get older too. They tend to get "bah humbugish", and therefore, it really kind of brings me down. I try harder with each and every year to force myself into the spirit. Except for this year.
I was ready two days before Thanksgiving. I held off though, for Bee. He's not to big on the holidays. I'm working on him though, ya'll. I normally put up my decorations the day after Thanksgiving, and that was the plan this year too. But, then it dawned on me that the kiddos wouldn't be home until Sunday. We had people over Sunday, but not that it mattered, because I was tired. But I promised we'd do it Monday. I was waiting for the usual groan I expect to hear when discussing Christmas and Christmas decorations, but instead I got two thrilled sounding "yay!!!!!"'s. God Bless the children :)
I have found two allies in the sea of grumblers. My 7 and 10 year old could not be any more thrilled as I am about the impending Christmas season. It made decking the halls last night that much more fun. There was laughing and giggling, and "wow""s and "Preeeety!"'s, and "Oh! Look at this!" heard all night. I think even Bee's mood was uplifted a bit, though he will never admit it.
Finally at 9 o'clock, we were as done as we were going to get for the moment. The kids went to bed and all that was left was the star. Tradition in my family is that the man of the house tops the tree with the star/angel. Bee refused, then grumbled, then I made a fuss and he got up to do it, but our star was too top heavy. I decided that was the straw that broke the camels back and I needed to go to Walmart that very moment and get some things. So I did. I got an Angel, three ornaments (one is my name! Only time of year I find monogrammed things ;) ) a Christmas themed table cloth, sticky hooks for mine and Bee's stocking Christmas Cards, candy canes, and window clings :) Yeah, I'm crazy, I know.
J was already upstairs. She's a "Jehovah Witness", sort of. Since coming to live with us though, she has stopped reading her bible, stopped going to Kingdom Hall, and has gone to a birthday party, a wedding, and a school dance and partied her butt off and thought nary a second on the fact her religion doesn't allow those things. Bee and I have offered to take her to Kingdom Hall and her mother has offered to bring her Bible, but she wants no part of it...yet, hasn't decided if she is celebrating with us. Bee kind of told her she doesn't have a choice.
Anyway, I finished decking the halls, and then Bee and I went to bed. I was so excited for the kids to see the finished result this morning. But then, 5 minutes before I went to wake them up today, the power went out due to the storm :( The older kids will have to wait until after school, but Little Man got to see it right before we left because the power came back on. I called for him to get in the car and he didn't come. I went looking for him and saw him just standing in the living room staring at the Angel. I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Nothing! It's just....She's sooooo pretty!" Bless his heart. :)
There is little finishing touches I want to add. Along with a few more ornaments. Grandma Bee doesn't decorate anymore, so she has offered for me to come dig through her stuff and take whatever I want! So, Um. YAY! I took pictures and will post soon...in fact, I invite anyone who reads this to do the same....on December 13th....and check back here on the 13th because it's the....
I've seen this on a few other blogs and now I can join in! I hope you do too because I really like all the Christmasness of Christmas time!!! :)
Monday, November 29, 2010
I took a bloggy Vacation
I took a little break. I thought about typing entries and setting them to auto-post, but that seemed weird. Mainly, because how can you write about things that haven't happened yet?
I would like to tell you that I spent my little 3 day spree shopping for Christmas, or decorating, or scrubbing my house from tippy top to bottom with a tooth brush and now you have to wear sunglasses in it's presence, or even that Bee and I slipped away to a tropical location, just the two of us, and sipped little drinks with umbrellas while tall, dark, and handsome, MUTE men slathered me with tanning lotion....
I would like to tell you that, but I can't.
Cuz it's fantasy :)
What I really did was a whole lot of eating, and sitting my big butt in my chair with my feet up next to my Bee who may or may not have showered and shaved once in three days. Ah, doing nothing....
My house did get a little TLC. I cleaned my kitchen about 700 times from Wednesday to this morning. Can I just tell ya'll the Swifer Wetjet has changed my life. If it would not totally weird her out, I would grab up Grandma Bee and spin her around and kiss her FACE! Seriously. I will save so much time and money, and wear and tear on my back!
I also managed to do laundry, and clean up my dining room, which is where all the Thanksgiving festivities went down. Other than that, I spent quality time with my laptop, my chair, my Steelers snuggie, and my Bee.
I did manage to venture out a little bit, but not much.
Wednesday I got home early. My mom was there cooking, and I joined in and we cooked and baked until the wee hours of midnight. The kids went with their Grandparents to visit their Aunt and Uncle and cousins. I missed them while they were gone, but figure let them have the kids for Thanksgiving because I call dibs on Christmas. J was there, though and she would take breaks from hiding in her room and come down and visit and steal bites of whatever it was we were cooking at the moment.
Thursday morning, my guy got up and made mama and I breakfast. He actually sat down at the kitchen table with us and ate too. Mainly because I told him he should since I would most likely not see him again until dinner time. He ate, then disappeared into the living room to watch football in between playing his Xbox. Mama and I finished up the cooking, set the table, and prepared for the guests. Everyone arrived, we snacked, drank, and then, it was time to eat! At dinner, we had me, Bee, J, Grandma Bee, Mama, Poppy, Siso, BFF Rose, and her son Kam. Then later, Aunt Neenee (Bee's aunt) came by, along with Bee's Brother and his lovely new Bride. It was so nice to just sit and enjoy every one's company.
Friday, we did a whole lot of sitting and doing nothing. Then, my new friend, the lovely Miss A., asked if I would like to meet her for dinner because she had the evening to herself. I agreed, after Bee's blessing. Not that I feel I "need" it, but I feel it's polite. He was excited for me. I think he's happy I have a friend who I can go out with for a couple of hours and get away. We went to a bar/restaurant where we had delicious burgers and then, for good measure, I bought us a shot of Whipped Cream Vodka, because if you haven't had it, it's OhhEmmGee amazing :) We sat and chatted for a few hours, and then I headed home where my sleepy Bee was waiting (it was only 10:30pm. We're lightweights).
Saturday we sat and ate as well as lounged for a the better part of the day. J left with her mom to go to a baby shower. Bee had a meeting with Reggie about Team stuff, and I met the Lovely Miss A. and her man at Famous Footwear to get boots. Alas, they didn't have them and were of no help to me, so we left in a huff and grabbed coffee instead. We parted ways and I headed out to my parents house, but first stopped at the Famous Footwear by them. They didn't have my boots either, but they were able to order them for me and I shall be enjoying their loveliness in about 7-10 business days. I spent the evening with my family and BOTH my siblings! Along with my adorable little niece as well! She is getting so big! She crawls and "talks" too!
Sunday, we had the lovely Miss A and her man over for the Steelers Vs Bills game. They are Bills fans, we are Steelers fans, and can I tell you, what started off as a boring game with the Steelers ahead by 10, ended in quite a nail biter! We clinched it, with our new kicker in OT...but almost had to settle for a tie. After they left, the younger kiddos came home. They were being weird, which is kind of normal after spending extended periods of time with their mother's family. Throw in a visit with their mom and two letters from her, and we have weird kids. Little Man seemed sad, yet wanted to be around me as much as possible. C was all "my grandma says.." "My Grandma likes.." "My Grandma bought me..." which the latter statement could be ended with "not much". Anyway, at one point in the evening she informed us, in a very "ha-ha!" kind of way that her mom said she read in the paper that friends of Bee's (which he knew when he was married...and therefore could be considered friends of hers) house was in foreclosure. Bee exploded and said that her mom needs to worry about her own issues and where she's at. And, perhaps her own foreclosure because you know how we moved? It's not because we wanted to, it was because your mom caused our house to go into foreclosure and that's why we moved. She didn't care if you and your brother slept out in the cold. She had a nice warm cell with 3 hots and a cot.
Needless to say, it was a quiet evening after that. I hate when their mom has to be brought up. I am a believer in not talking bad about her, but the kids also need to know. Their grandparents and their mother pump them so full of BS that they come home thinking they know what's going on...and they have no clue.
Oh well, in the end, it was a good Holiday. I am kinda glad to be back at work. To have us back on our schedule again. I like order. I like my kids all at home where they belong. With us.
I hope Tom Turkey was good to all of you as well!
I would like to tell you that I spent my little 3 day spree shopping for Christmas, or decorating, or scrubbing my house from tippy top to bottom with a tooth brush and now you have to wear sunglasses in it's presence, or even that Bee and I slipped away to a tropical location, just the two of us, and sipped little drinks with umbrellas while tall, dark, and handsome, MUTE men slathered me with tanning lotion....
I would like to tell you that, but I can't.
Cuz it's fantasy :)
What I really did was a whole lot of eating, and sitting my big butt in my chair with my feet up next to my Bee who may or may not have showered and shaved once in three days. Ah, doing nothing....
My house did get a little TLC. I cleaned my kitchen about 700 times from Wednesday to this morning. Can I just tell ya'll the Swifer Wetjet has changed my life. If it would not totally weird her out, I would grab up Grandma Bee and spin her around and kiss her FACE! Seriously. I will save so much time and money, and wear and tear on my back!
I also managed to do laundry, and clean up my dining room, which is where all the Thanksgiving festivities went down. Other than that, I spent quality time with my laptop, my chair, my Steelers snuggie, and my Bee.
I did manage to venture out a little bit, but not much.
Wednesday I got home early. My mom was there cooking, and I joined in and we cooked and baked until the wee hours of midnight. The kids went with their Grandparents to visit their Aunt and Uncle and cousins. I missed them while they were gone, but figure let them have the kids for Thanksgiving because I call dibs on Christmas. J was there, though and she would take breaks from hiding in her room and come down and visit and steal bites of whatever it was we were cooking at the moment.
Thursday morning, my guy got up and made mama and I breakfast. He actually sat down at the kitchen table with us and ate too. Mainly because I told him he should since I would most likely not see him again until dinner time. He ate, then disappeared into the living room to watch football in between playing his Xbox. Mama and I finished up the cooking, set the table, and prepared for the guests. Everyone arrived, we snacked, drank, and then, it was time to eat! At dinner, we had me, Bee, J, Grandma Bee, Mama, Poppy, Siso, BFF Rose, and her son Kam. Then later, Aunt Neenee (Bee's aunt) came by, along with Bee's Brother and his lovely new Bride. It was so nice to just sit and enjoy every one's company.
Friday, we did a whole lot of sitting and doing nothing. Then, my new friend, the lovely Miss A., asked if I would like to meet her for dinner because she had the evening to herself. I agreed, after Bee's blessing. Not that I feel I "need" it, but I feel it's polite. He was excited for me. I think he's happy I have a friend who I can go out with for a couple of hours and get away. We went to a bar/restaurant where we had delicious burgers and then, for good measure, I bought us a shot of Whipped Cream Vodka, because if you haven't had it, it's OhhEmmGee amazing :) We sat and chatted for a few hours, and then I headed home where my sleepy Bee was waiting (it was only 10:30pm. We're lightweights).
Saturday we sat and ate as well as lounged for a the better part of the day. J left with her mom to go to a baby shower. Bee had a meeting with Reggie about Team stuff, and I met the Lovely Miss A. and her man at Famous Footwear to get boots. Alas, they didn't have them and were of no help to me, so we left in a huff and grabbed coffee instead. We parted ways and I headed out to my parents house, but first stopped at the Famous Footwear by them. They didn't have my boots either, but they were able to order them for me and I shall be enjoying their loveliness in about 7-10 business days. I spent the evening with my family and BOTH my siblings! Along with my adorable little niece as well! She is getting so big! She crawls and "talks" too!
Sunday, we had the lovely Miss A and her man over for the Steelers Vs Bills game. They are Bills fans, we are Steelers fans, and can I tell you, what started off as a boring game with the Steelers ahead by 10, ended in quite a nail biter! We clinched it, with our new kicker in OT...but almost had to settle for a tie. After they left, the younger kiddos came home. They were being weird, which is kind of normal after spending extended periods of time with their mother's family. Throw in a visit with their mom and two letters from her, and we have weird kids. Little Man seemed sad, yet wanted to be around me as much as possible. C was all "my grandma says.." "My Grandma likes.." "My Grandma bought me..." which the latter statement could be ended with "not much". Anyway, at one point in the evening she informed us, in a very "ha-ha!" kind of way that her mom said she read in the paper that friends of Bee's (which he knew when he was married...and therefore could be considered friends of hers) house was in foreclosure. Bee exploded and said that her mom needs to worry about her own issues and where she's at. And, perhaps her own foreclosure because you know how we moved? It's not because we wanted to, it was because your mom caused our house to go into foreclosure and that's why we moved. She didn't care if you and your brother slept out in the cold. She had a nice warm cell with 3 hots and a cot.
Needless to say, it was a quiet evening after that. I hate when their mom has to be brought up. I am a believer in not talking bad about her, but the kids also need to know. Their grandparents and their mother pump them so full of BS that they come home thinking they know what's going on...and they have no clue.
Oh well, in the end, it was a good Holiday. I am kinda glad to be back at work. To have us back on our schedule again. I like order. I like my kids all at home where they belong. With us.
I hope Tom Turkey was good to all of you as well!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
In my family, we have traditions. Bee's not one that's big on traditions, because he's not big on holidays. That makes me sad. However, I suppose I see your point when your dad died at 13, your mom worked 3 jobs to support you and keep food on the table and clothes on your back, the man who you looked to for fatherly love and support died when you were 15, and well, there wasn't much to celebrate.
However, I feel that you need to sack up, and try and make the holidays special for your kids, so they don't grow up hum-bugging it themselves.
So, I try to cram my holiday traditions down their throat, hoping at least one or two stick and make special memories for the four of them :)
A couple of my family traditions at Thanksgiving are, my sister and my dad create "place mats" for each person with construction paper and crayons. I think they are funny, because none of us have artistic ability, but especially those two and more so my father after having a vodka or two. ;) This year, I think I'll get some construction paper and let them all have at it.
We also make our Christmas Lists for Santa after the desert has been cleared away and we are officially done with Thanksgiving Dinner. We also draw names for the Christmas Exchange, should we decide to have one that year.
However, my favorite Thanksgiving tradition is before we eat, my Poppy says grace, and then we go around the table stating one thing we are thankful for. So, in honor of that tradition, I give you my 10 things I am Thankful For.
However, I feel that you need to sack up, and try and make the holidays special for your kids, so they don't grow up hum-bugging it themselves.
So, I try to cram my holiday traditions down their throat, hoping at least one or two stick and make special memories for the four of them :)
A couple of my family traditions at Thanksgiving are, my sister and my dad create "place mats" for each person with construction paper and crayons. I think they are funny, because none of us have artistic ability, but especially those two and more so my father after having a vodka or two. ;) This year, I think I'll get some construction paper and let them all have at it.
We also make our Christmas Lists for Santa after the desert has been cleared away and we are officially done with Thanksgiving Dinner. We also draw names for the Christmas Exchange, should we decide to have one that year.
However, my favorite Thanksgiving tradition is before we eat, my Poppy says grace, and then we go around the table stating one thing we are thankful for. So, in honor of that tradition, I give you my 10 things I am Thankful For.
10 things I am thankful for:
1. God, my saviour, who makes all things are possible. The very air I breathe, the things I have, are all because of Him.
2. Bee. I am so very thankful to have Bee in my life. He is my rock, my strength, my best friend, my lover, my constant companion. He is my stress reliever and the cause of most of my stress ;) hehe but seriously, the last year and a half of my life, despite the ups and the downs, has been the very best. I love him with all of my heart and I thank God every day for putting him in my life.
3. This is #3 on my list, because I believe in whole numbers, but really, it goes with #2 because it's just as important as #2. However, I could lump so much in with #2 that instead of 10 things, it would be 2. ;) The kids. They are a constant blessing. Teaching me, letting me teach them. Letting me love them, and them loving me. I am so blessed with my little family. I couldn't ask for anything more, really. (However, one of my own would be nice ;) )
4. Once again, this one could be #2 on my list. My family and friends. This includes Bee's Family too. For, to me, they are the same. They support us in every sense of the word. They make me laugh, help me remember things I have forgotten, love me unconditionally, and help me out when I need it. They love me and my little hive, and I can't ask for anything better than that!
5. My Home, for it is more than just a house. More than just a building. It is where we live. Where we share good times, and lean on each other during bad times. It is our sanctuary, our place to feel safe and complete. It's where we make our memories.
6. My Job. For all the office politics that make me mad, or irritate me, I have a wonderful job, with a wonderful owner who takes good care of his employees. From bi-annual bonus, to free concert/sports tickets in the good seats. Not to mention, decent wage, and free health benefits. Plus, our owner is a stand up, decent guy.
7. My ability to budget money. I'm not like an accountant or anything, but I grew up with two parents who have no idea, and still don't. I can keep my checkbook better than they can. Which is why I never have any money. I pay all my bills, for the most part on time. I may only have $6.00 to my name, but damnit, all my bills are paid and there is food in my cupboard and gas in my cars.
8. My material goods. The clothes on my back, the clothes on my kid's and Bee's back, Our cars that get us where we need to go, our beds we sleep in, toys we play with, and TV's we watch. Not everyone is as fortunate as us.
9. My Dog. She is like my family too, but she lives with mama and poppy. She is going to be 11 this year and is still as spry as ever. She's a little deaf, and a little bit slower, but she can still bust into "stealth mode"...well, a slightly less fast version anyway ;)
10. Our Military and all that they have done for us and are still doing for us. God Bless them and their families!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. May it be as Blessed as mine is! :)
Gobble! Gobble!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sometimes, things just don't work out.
So, I got a text from my brother yesterday. He is back at home, living with my parents. I called and talked to my mama and I said, "I hear you have a roommate..." she said "Yeah, he walked in last night and took us by surprise. He showed me his suitcase and I said "Oh, I see you have left" and he said "Mama, I tried. I really, really, really, tried." and then burst into tears and sobbed in my arms for two hours"
Broke my heart.
Here's the thing. My brother met his girlfriend because she was the girlfriend of his best and oldest friends from before he moved in with us. She was pregnant at the time with D's child. My brother, D, and her all hung out. Every day, almost. The baby was born, my brother was named the godfather, and he loved that little girl to bits! D and Jessica ended up breaking up, but he still lived there. Mainly because he had nowhere else to go, and she needed help with the baby while she was at work. My brother was still always there because he was friends with D. Well, somehow, at sometime, my brother and Jessica decided that their hate for one another was really passion and well...they started "seeing" each other, quietly. My brother was torn because D was his friend, and that was the mother of D's child and D still wanted to make things work with her, and here he was, being the slimy friend. They were at the point of trying to figure out if they liked each other enough to make a go of it, and risk everything, because then, they would have to tell D, or stop all together and be done with it, when she found out she was pregnant with my brothers child.
They decided to make a go of it.
Now, I met Jessica and I was not wowed by her like I was with my brother's previous serious girlfriend. (I loved her. I REALLY wanted us to be sisters!) But, that was who my brother wanted to be with, and she was going to be his child's mother, so, I gave her a shot. In the end, she's not so bad. I don't really think she has much in the way of personality, but she was always nice to me an my family and I supported my brother because that was who he chose. What I didn't like about her was her total apathy towards her child. Every time they would come over to my parents house, she would sit down wherever and relax. Eat, read a magazine, watch a movie, whatever and meanwhile my brother was literally chasing her 1 1/2 year old around making sure she wasn't getting into anything. He fed her at meal time, changed her, played with her, disciplined her, and held her. Jessica, never moved or even acknowledged her daughter. At first, I just figured, she was pregnant and tired (she was still working too) and they were at my parents house, but after seeing her at home, I realized, that's just how she is.
After the baby was born, she continued in the same pattern, and when she did do something, it was with the oldest and my brother was left with the baby. He has raised my niece since she was an infant this whole first year. Now, if my brother isn't home, she will get the baby if she cries, feed it, change it, whatever, but the second he walks in the door, she hands both over to him and grabs a couple or three beers and goes upstairs and shuts the door saying "I've had them all day. It's YOUR turn". He eventually quit the job I got him because she was upset he was working and not home taking care of the kids. She quit her job too. They live, well, SHE lives with her dad and gets welfare and WIC. She didn't care if anyone was working or that my brother was trying to make it so they could get a place of their own and not have his children be welfare babies.
Now, I'm not saying my brother is completely innocent. I've lived with him before. I know how he is. He recently rekindled a friendship he had with one of his guy friends. Chuck is a good guy and a positive influence on my brother in a lot of ways. Problem is, Chuck is single and has no life, so he tends to overstay his welcome. I had heard he was at their house every.single.night. till the wee hours of the morning. My brother is also kind of immature and acts stupid from time to time. I'm sure he had his part in it too...
On one hand, I am very sad because I know he is hurting. He misses his kids (I say that plural because D's little girl loved him and called him "mom-as" (his name is Thomas) and he was her daddy because her's doesn't come around too often) and he is dying without his daughter. I am also sad because they couldn't work it out. Love is so hard sometimes. Especially that young. Especially when you throw two young children into the mix. However, Thomas is strong, he'll get through, and he will still be a great daddy to his daughter. I hope he is able to be a part of her other daughters life too.
didn't see him much, and I understood. However, we've talked and he plans on spending more time getting to know his niece's and nephew, and future brother-in-law (someday, hopefully).
Best part is? Him AND the baby are comming to Dinner Tomorrow!!
Broke my heart.
Here's the thing. My brother met his girlfriend because she was the girlfriend of his best and oldest friends from before he moved in with us. She was pregnant at the time with D's child. My brother, D, and her all hung out. Every day, almost. The baby was born, my brother was named the godfather, and he loved that little girl to bits! D and Jessica ended up breaking up, but he still lived there. Mainly because he had nowhere else to go, and she needed help with the baby while she was at work. My brother was still always there because he was friends with D. Well, somehow, at sometime, my brother and Jessica decided that their hate for one another was really passion and well...they started "seeing" each other, quietly. My brother was torn because D was his friend, and that was the mother of D's child and D still wanted to make things work with her, and here he was, being the slimy friend. They were at the point of trying to figure out if they liked each other enough to make a go of it, and risk everything, because then, they would have to tell D, or stop all together and be done with it, when she found out she was pregnant with my brothers child.
They decided to make a go of it.
Now, I met Jessica and I was not wowed by her like I was with my brother's previous serious girlfriend. (I loved her. I REALLY wanted us to be sisters!) But, that was who my brother wanted to be with, and she was going to be his child's mother, so, I gave her a shot. In the end, she's not so bad. I don't really think she has much in the way of personality, but she was always nice to me an my family and I supported my brother because that was who he chose. What I didn't like about her was her total apathy towards her child. Every time they would come over to my parents house, she would sit down wherever and relax. Eat, read a magazine, watch a movie, whatever and meanwhile my brother was literally chasing her 1 1/2 year old around making sure she wasn't getting into anything. He fed her at meal time, changed her, played with her, disciplined her, and held her. Jessica, never moved or even acknowledged her daughter. At first, I just figured, she was pregnant and tired (she was still working too) and they were at my parents house, but after seeing her at home, I realized, that's just how she is.
After the baby was born, she continued in the same pattern, and when she did do something, it was with the oldest and my brother was left with the baby. He has raised my niece since she was an infant this whole first year. Now, if my brother isn't home, she will get the baby if she cries, feed it, change it, whatever, but the second he walks in the door, she hands both over to him and grabs a couple or three beers and goes upstairs and shuts the door saying "I've had them all day. It's YOUR turn". He eventually quit the job I got him because she was upset he was working and not home taking care of the kids. She quit her job too. They live, well, SHE lives with her dad and gets welfare and WIC. She didn't care if anyone was working or that my brother was trying to make it so they could get a place of their own and not have his children be welfare babies.
Now, I'm not saying my brother is completely innocent. I've lived with him before. I know how he is. He recently rekindled a friendship he had with one of his guy friends. Chuck is a good guy and a positive influence on my brother in a lot of ways. Problem is, Chuck is single and has no life, so he tends to overstay his welcome. I had heard he was at their house every.single.night. till the wee hours of the morning. My brother is also kind of immature and acts stupid from time to time. I'm sure he had his part in it too...
On one hand, I am very sad because I know he is hurting. He misses his kids (I say that plural because D's little girl loved him and called him "mom-as" (his name is Thomas) and he was her daddy because her's doesn't come around too often) and he is dying without his daughter. I am also sad because they couldn't work it out. Love is so hard sometimes. Especially that young. Especially when you throw two young children into the mix. However, Thomas is strong, he'll get through, and he will still be a great daddy to his daughter. I hope he is able to be a part of her other daughters life too.
didn't see him much, and I understood. However, we've talked and he plans on spending more time getting to know his niece's and nephew, and future brother-in-law (someday, hopefully).
Best part is? Him AND the baby are comming to Dinner Tomorrow!!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Fear is weakness leaving the body
I think the correct saying is, "Pain is weakness leaving the body", but sorry United States Marine Corps, today I like my version better.
We all had our dentist appointments yesterday. That's right. All. Me too. I told Bee that we would go to "my" dentist because C had a toothache and needed to get it checked out. We'd all get our teeth cleaned and see how as a family we liked Dr. Tom because after all, he IS an HOUR away from our house.
I met bee and the kiddos up there because from my work, it's only a half an hour. I got my cleaning first and I waited, and cringed for the bad news. Bad news? I still need $10,000.00 worth of work. Good news? Nothing else popped up since the last time I was in. AND he said he knows I've been avoiding him because of sticker shock. He said my teeth HAVE to be fixed, so he is willing to accept any monthly payment I can afford, directly, so I don't have to try and get a loan. Also, he is going to sit down and see what he can do. Talk to my insurance company, see the most they will pay, and see if he can't cut that number at least in half. He said that he can give me new temporary crowns that will still need to be turned into permanent ones someday, but that they should last me at least 10 years because they are made of good solid material and they look a lot better than the temporary crowns I have in now. So, I think I can live with that, and honestly, that is a huge weight off my shoulders. I also forgot just how nice and fun to talk to he was!
Bee and the kiddos arrived, and I could see the fear in all four of their faces. One by one, Dr. Tom took them back and won their hearts over. Him and Bee sat and talked a good twenty minutes after his cleaning just on football alone. I think their buds for life now! As it turns out, C's toothache was an "impact toothache" from when she went helmet to helmet with another boy in football. Dr. Tom says to leave it be, keep an eye on it, and eat on the other side. It will heal itself, it'll just take time. J has an old filling that broke that is sharp and jabbing her in the tongue. He is going to have to fix it and put a crown on it (ouch to my pocketbook!) but to help ease the blow, he is throwing in a free veneer for her front tooth that has a colored spot on it from when it came in. Little man has two cavities that are so small, they are almost unrecognizable. He is going to keep an eye on them, but nothing has to be done now, other than brush better, more often (for all of them) and ease up on the sweets! Bee had two cavities too, but he said they were small. Pretty darn good considering that the lot of them hadn't been to a dentist in quite awhile. :)
All in all, we left happy, and all is well. Got home to find that my check had come from my mama for my birthday so I can buy my boots! So all in all a great day all around!
We all had our dentist appointments yesterday. That's right. All. Me too. I told Bee that we would go to "my" dentist because C had a toothache and needed to get it checked out. We'd all get our teeth cleaned and see how as a family we liked Dr. Tom because after all, he IS an HOUR away from our house.
I met bee and the kiddos up there because from my work, it's only a half an hour. I got my cleaning first and I waited, and cringed for the bad news. Bad news? I still need $10,000.00 worth of work. Good news? Nothing else popped up since the last time I was in. AND he said he knows I've been avoiding him because of sticker shock. He said my teeth HAVE to be fixed, so he is willing to accept any monthly payment I can afford, directly, so I don't have to try and get a loan. Also, he is going to sit down and see what he can do. Talk to my insurance company, see the most they will pay, and see if he can't cut that number at least in half. He said that he can give me new temporary crowns that will still need to be turned into permanent ones someday, but that they should last me at least 10 years because they are made of good solid material and they look a lot better than the temporary crowns I have in now. So, I think I can live with that, and honestly, that is a huge weight off my shoulders. I also forgot just how nice and fun to talk to he was!
Bee and the kiddos arrived, and I could see the fear in all four of their faces. One by one, Dr. Tom took them back and won their hearts over. Him and Bee sat and talked a good twenty minutes after his cleaning just on football alone. I think their buds for life now! As it turns out, C's toothache was an "impact toothache" from when she went helmet to helmet with another boy in football. Dr. Tom says to leave it be, keep an eye on it, and eat on the other side. It will heal itself, it'll just take time. J has an old filling that broke that is sharp and jabbing her in the tongue. He is going to have to fix it and put a crown on it (ouch to my pocketbook!) but to help ease the blow, he is throwing in a free veneer for her front tooth that has a colored spot on it from when it came in. Little man has two cavities that are so small, they are almost unrecognizable. He is going to keep an eye on them, but nothing has to be done now, other than brush better, more often (for all of them) and ease up on the sweets! Bee had two cavities too, but he said they were small. Pretty darn good considering that the lot of them hadn't been to a dentist in quite awhile. :)
All in all, we left happy, and all is well. Got home to find that my check had come from my mama for my birthday so I can buy my boots! So all in all a great day all around!
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