Have ever you, or do you have a friend that is always make piss poor decisions? One that will come to you consistently and complain about their current situation, yet repeats the same cycle over and over again???
Well we do. And we love him to death. He however is, let’s just call it a temporary loss of sanity, is choosing to be with a new circle of people; his new girlfriends friends. Still with me? Well this friend is still technically married and while his soon to be ex wife is currently being civil, that ball can drop at any time. Said friend is now with fugly. Yes fugly. So fucken fugly that the night this friend met fugly the bartender was throwing ice at him yelling “it’s too early to have your beer goggles on” LMAO so freaken true!
Well if it wasn’t bad enough that within two weeks Fugly is now attached to his hip, Fugly is also proclaiming that she now is in love with our friend! Come on seriously… But friend is being stupid… Friend is spending every night over at Fugly’s house. Friend is drinking every night at Fuglys. Maybe that is why he is still with Fugly, he still has yet to remove his beer goggles. Though I can’t blame him there, I think anyone who slept with Fugly would need to be wasted. However, this is a grown ass man, acting like a sex crazed teenager with no life. Friend has a good job, a job he might lose if he stays with Fugly’s circle. Yes they are that bad. They are the losers in the bathroom smoking pot, the people who think the grunge look is still cool, and the people who think bathing more than twice a week is a waste of water!!! Come on man, you are fucken thirty!!! Not nineteen. It’s time to play grown up! Grown men do not sit and drink every night after work and pass out on the couch. Grown men do not spend all Sunday in bed with a hangover; grown men do not go to work with a buzz from drinking the night before.It just erks me so much to see him make these choices. Well we couldn’t keep our mouths shut any longer after yesterdays incident. We had been invited over to Fuglys house for a BBQ, We wanted to be supportive of our friend so we went.
Well, we left rather abruptly when they took out the bongs and started to light up. I’m sorry I don’t partake in adolescent bullshit. My husband will not risk his career to partake in any nonsense or even be around it. Why the hell would we? We are grown ass people!!
Well today the shit really hit the fan. I called friends wife. Yes, I did. Might not have been the best move, but he left me no choice. He will still listen to her, and I thought that she could help. Well… So far all we have accomplished is pissing friend off. Which right now I guess is the hand I dealt myself. But friend needs to see that we are that worried for him, that we called her. The women who is keeping his children from him, the women, my husband despises, we asked her for help to pull friend out of the whole he is sinking in. So even if he is mad at us, he now knows we are right. He now can see just how much we care about him.
ERGGG
We try to be good friends, we do, but we are honest, and maybe sometimes to a fault. If you ask us our opinion, do not get mad when we give it. If you bitch about something, do not get mad when we show you how to get out the situation you put yourself in. It seems like all we have done for the last two days is deal with drama. I am so over drama. I know a few months back I was myself bitching about having no friends and being stuck in Alabama and hating it, but maybe being friendless was better for us, as we just seem to piss people off.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Latest Drama
Okay, we are gone.. We have packed, moved and are no longer members of the state of Alabama. We made it to Texas!! Took us a few days, a few fights, and some car trouble but we made it! By the grace of god we made it.
Texas isn't that bad. It is HOTTER than hell. And my poor husband melts. Yes the man from south Gulfport melts! On the plus side, I've had great hair days since we've been here. I just avoid the heat and outdoors during peak sunshine hours.
Now for the Drama.... My husband has gotten a raise. Yeah right??? Nope... His gold digging, two timing ex-wife just found out. So now this Crazy ass women wants to go back to court to have the child support raised. I guess $750.00 for one kid just isn't enough for her. Plus not to mention that we buy the child school clothes and shoes and pay half of EVERYTHING else. No seriously, half if not 63% of everything else. Yet this Crazy dumbass woman thinks just because my husband bettered himself and is now making more money that she is in some way entitled to it. She does not need the money. The child does not go without anything. Crazy has money to eat out every night since she does not cook, and stop at Star Bucks for coffee every morning, so why is she trying to get more money out of my husband and me? Yes me too. In her crazy head, she thinks she can get some of my income. Granted at the current time that is a bog fat zero for me.
This woman just infuriates me to no end. And to top it all off, this crazy dumbass bitch will now not answer her phone and when my husband tries to call his daughter just gets her voice mail. No, unfortunate for us the dumb ass bitch is still alive. I know this because she will email me at least once a day to see if my husband and I have discussed the child support issue yet because she wants to submit the paper work to the courts to get it raised. Again she is crazy. She thinks just submitting a few sheets of paper that we do not agree to will still manage to get the support raised. ERGGGG I just want to scream at her….
But I come on here instead and vent all of my frustrations to all of you strangers so that I can calmly and peacefully tell her to kiss my ass that she isn’t going to get one dime more from us, further more explain to her that if the child is such a financial burden on her perhaps she should forfeit custody of the child to us, since we are paying most of her bills now anyway. What do we do?? I told crazy, no way in hell are we agreeing to any sort of modification and if she wanted to press the issue that we can to press the issue in front of a judge and file for custody of the child. Now mind you, this is the women who abused my husband’s two older children from his first marriage. And now that those children are older and have been seeking therapy I believe them speaking to a judge about their time with Crazy would defiantly help our case for custody. The only issue that comes into play is the money it will cost to fight Crazy. Crazy’s family has money, which is why Crazy has the child now. Well that and the fact Crazy stole the child one day when the father was at work, then 4 months later he deployed so there was not getting custody then without putting his two oldest on the stand, and 5 years ago that just was not an option. Now though… Now I am sure we could win. We have a stable happy home. The older kids do great in school. We have a big enough house, meanwhile Crazy lives in a one bedroom apartment and still spoons the child to sleep. YES spoons this nine year old little girl to sleep!! EWWWW right??? Remember Crazy is Bi-Polar and stops taking her medication from time to time… Anyway back to what I started to say. While I believe we could win a custody fight, a custody fight will take money. And that means taking money from our four kids that live with us. His two oldest he has custody of from his first marriage, and our two little ones we had….
What would you do? Would you fight this crazy ass woman for custody or would you just let it be and let her continue to use the child as a pawn? Would you spend money you didn’t have to get a child that doesn’t want to live with you full time? Granted when she is here she tells us she never wants to leave. But the second Crazy starts with the “mommy needs you so much, mommy can’t wait for you to come home” bullshit the child changes her mind and wants to go back….
Again, so confused and so lost as what we should do…. Have you fought for custody? Did you win, or was it just a waste of a lot of money and time…
Other than the drama from Crazy these last few weeks have been going good. I’ll be back over the weekend and try to make sure I write more often. Thanks for letting me rant and rave. I needed it!
~~Vanessa
Texas isn't that bad. It is HOTTER than hell. And my poor husband melts. Yes the man from south Gulfport melts! On the plus side, I've had great hair days since we've been here. I just avoid the heat and outdoors during peak sunshine hours.
Now for the Drama.... My husband has gotten a raise. Yeah right??? Nope... His gold digging, two timing ex-wife just found out. So now this Crazy ass women wants to go back to court to have the child support raised. I guess $750.00 for one kid just isn't enough for her. Plus not to mention that we buy the child school clothes and shoes and pay half of EVERYTHING else. No seriously, half if not 63% of everything else. Yet this Crazy dumbass woman thinks just because my husband bettered himself and is now making more money that she is in some way entitled to it. She does not need the money. The child does not go without anything. Crazy has money to eat out every night since she does not cook, and stop at Star Bucks for coffee every morning, so why is she trying to get more money out of my husband and me? Yes me too. In her crazy head, she thinks she can get some of my income. Granted at the current time that is a bog fat zero for me.
This woman just infuriates me to no end. And to top it all off, this crazy dumbass bitch will now not answer her phone and when my husband tries to call his daughter just gets her voice mail. No, unfortunate for us the dumb ass bitch is still alive. I know this because she will email me at least once a day to see if my husband and I have discussed the child support issue yet because she wants to submit the paper work to the courts to get it raised. Again she is crazy. She thinks just submitting a few sheets of paper that we do not agree to will still manage to get the support raised. ERGGGG I just want to scream at her….
But I come on here instead and vent all of my frustrations to all of you strangers so that I can calmly and peacefully tell her to kiss my ass that she isn’t going to get one dime more from us, further more explain to her that if the child is such a financial burden on her perhaps she should forfeit custody of the child to us, since we are paying most of her bills now anyway. What do we do?? I told crazy, no way in hell are we agreeing to any sort of modification and if she wanted to press the issue that we can to press the issue in front of a judge and file for custody of the child. Now mind you, this is the women who abused my husband’s two older children from his first marriage. And now that those children are older and have been seeking therapy I believe them speaking to a judge about their time with Crazy would defiantly help our case for custody. The only issue that comes into play is the money it will cost to fight Crazy. Crazy’s family has money, which is why Crazy has the child now. Well that and the fact Crazy stole the child one day when the father was at work, then 4 months later he deployed so there was not getting custody then without putting his two oldest on the stand, and 5 years ago that just was not an option. Now though… Now I am sure we could win. We have a stable happy home. The older kids do great in school. We have a big enough house, meanwhile Crazy lives in a one bedroom apartment and still spoons the child to sleep. YES spoons this nine year old little girl to sleep!! EWWWW right??? Remember Crazy is Bi-Polar and stops taking her medication from time to time… Anyway back to what I started to say. While I believe we could win a custody fight, a custody fight will take money. And that means taking money from our four kids that live with us. His two oldest he has custody of from his first marriage, and our two little ones we had….
What would you do? Would you fight this crazy ass woman for custody or would you just let it be and let her continue to use the child as a pawn? Would you spend money you didn’t have to get a child that doesn’t want to live with you full time? Granted when she is here she tells us she never wants to leave. But the second Crazy starts with the “mommy needs you so much, mommy can’t wait for you to come home” bullshit the child changes her mind and wants to go back….
Again, so confused and so lost as what we should do…. Have you fought for custody? Did you win, or was it just a waste of a lot of money and time…
Other than the drama from Crazy these last few weeks have been going good. I’ll be back over the weekend and try to make sure I write more often. Thanks for letting me rant and rave. I needed it!
~~Vanessa
Saturday, July 25, 2009
This is what I understand from listening to CNN about Obama's proposed healthcare-reform program:
1. 93% of all Americans have some form of healthcare coverage.2. 80% of all Americans with healthcare coverage are happy with the coverage they have.
If I heard correctly, Obama's plan would extend coverage to 97% of all Americans, and will cost an estimated $1 trillion.
Part of the plan to pay for the healthcare-reform plan is to levy a tax on healthcare benefits that employers provide their employees; these benefits have heretofore been untaxed. Obama also says that he will not sign any legislation that increases the tax burden on the middle class.
Now, I am as certain as I am about anything that there are middle-class Americans who get healthcare benefits from their employers. Many of these folks make too much money to be exempt from paying income tax.
Taxing the healthcare benefits of middle-class, tax-paying Americans represents an increase in their tax burden. If Obama holds true to his promises - and nothing he has said so far makes me believe that he will - he cannot sign the bill into law, even if it were to pass both houses of Congress today. Yet he has told us that the healthcare crisis is so immediate - so gargantuan - that it actually jeopardizes our standing as a world power.
Thus we are faced with the prospect of spending ONE TRILLION DOLLARS (that's one times ten to the ninth power - a 1 with nine zeroes following) - above and beyond the billions spent in soi-disant "Stimulus" spending, leaving us with a deficit unparalleled in modern times - to increase the percentage of Americans with healthcare coverage by FOUR PERCENT (4%).
*Someone* tell me where this makes sense. Someone PLEASE perform a cost/benefit analysis on this proposal and tell me where it makes sense.
Now, in fairness to the President, a lot of people have called this proposal "Socialized Medicine", similar to what they have in Europe and the UK. (And before someone pipes up, no, the UK is NOT part of Europe; Britons are not Europeans, and they will tell you so very quickly.) Obama's proposal cannot legitimately be called Socialized Medicine because it fails the test of Socialism.
Socialism arises when the State takes control of the means of production in some industry. The Soviet Union (more correctly called "The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics") was in fact a Socialist state because the State controlled all industry directly. The State set production quotas for factories and farms, and assigned people to work wherever people were needed. (The Soviets used to brag that they had no unemployment; if you didn't have a job, they'd give you one - even if it was sweeping the street. No one likes to talk about how little anyone got paid, or how low their standard of living was - and remains.)
Obama's not proposing that the US Government assume direct control of the American healthcare industry; merely that it provide a healthcare plan for everyone. Uncle Sam would establish categories of diseases, injuries, and conditions, and decide how much he's willing to pay for each one. This isn't all that much different from what Blue Cross/Blue Shield or Kaiser Permanente does with their health plans.
The difference is that BC/BS and KP actually *negotiate* with the various hospitals, clinics, and doctors over these rates, and if the doctor doesn't like the deal he or she doesn't take it. What happens if a clinic decides it won't accept ObamaCare? Does the Healthcare Czar send troops? I don't know, but I suspect that there will be substantial pressure brought to bear to make the errant clinic fall into line with Obama's wishes.
There is a word for having the State exert its power over Business to make Business do what the State wants it to do, and to threaten penalties for non-compliance: Fascism. As in Benito Mussolini.
Now, the Left in this country has done an excellent of raping the English language (forgive us, Will Shakespeare!) and abusing it to further its agenda, but nothing they have done to the dictionary rises to the level of their expropriation of the meaning of the word Fascism. Call someone Communist, and the Left will rail against you unmercifully, calling you a "red-baiter" and summoning the ghost of Senator McCarthy; call someone a Fascist, and he's convicted.
Fascism it is, though, and Fascist is the agenda Obama is proposing. He wants to use the full might of the United States Government to foist this unnecessary "solution" on what is arguably the best medical system on the entire planet. He says it will protect our standing as a world power; that it will bring desperately needed medical care to the millions who daily pine for it; and that it's by-golly the right thing to do.
Oh, please. No, really - please. As in PLEASE WAKE UP FROM YOUR LIBERAL TOTALITARIAN MASTURBATORIAL FANTASY AND SMELL THE COFFEE!
You think the Canadian healthcare system is wonderful? Fine; go live there. While you're there, ask your Government-owned MD where he would take his child for a heart transplant; like as not he will tell you Johns-Hopkins - which is here in the Good Ol' U S of A.
You hold up the British Public Health Service as a paragon of efficiency? I know where you can get a nice flat in Huntingdonshire. Just don't fall and tear your ACL; you may be in a wheelchair for months waiting for a repair.
Love German medicine? I don't know much about the German Bundesgesundheitamt (Federal Health Office), but I do know something about German doctors because I grew up across the street from a gastroenterologist who moved here from Germany.
Wilhelm's wife, Imme, complained bitterly for years about being here. She hated America and longed to return to her homeland. Finally, Wilhelm sat her down and explained it to her thusly: She could stay here in America - in Huntsville, Alabama - and live in her spacious, well-appointed, beautiful multi-thousand-square-foot brick home, sending her children to the finest private school in town, and driving her Mercedes or her BMW, or they could pack up and return to Germany, where they would live in a 4-bedroom apartment with no closets (they pay taxes on every room with a door, so no closets - only wardrobes), the kids would go to school with all the Muslim immigrants who were causing such trouble, she could ride the bus wherever she wanted to go (and riding a German bus in the middle of summer is worth your life, because water costs so much they only bathe twice a week), and he could earn $50,000.00 per year instead of the $500.000.00 he was making here.
She shut up and never breathed a word against America again - not the longest day I knew her.
The American healthcare system is not broken. It's not perfect, but it's not broken - not by a long shot. But if you're just hell-bent on improving it, I'll offer some suggestions.
First, make anyone who sues a doctor, clinic, or hospital pay the defendant's legal costs if they lose. This will drastically curtail the frivilous, baseless lawsuits that bedevil the industry and drive malpractice-insurance premiums through the roof.
Second, limit the elegibility for damages that a physician may have to pay under malpractice, unless that physician is found criminally negligent. (Fact: In Alabama, an Obstetrician must maintain malpractice coverage for TWENTY-ONE YEARS after he or she delivers his or her last baby, because under our laws the parents of an infant born damaged due to malpractice can sue the attending OB until the child is eighteen years old, and the child can sue on his or her own right until his or her twenty-first birthday.)
Third, pass laws establishing individual medical accounts (similar to IRAs) and make those funds tax-deferred. Let consumers draw from those accounts and make payment directly to healthcare providers and pharmacies without paying taxes on those funds. If they take money out for a non-medical reason, tax that withdrawal at 10%. Make those funds transferrable to surviving family members without tax penalty.
Fourth, get the Federal Government out of the way by returning healthcare issues to the various States and let the local powers deal with the issue. Congress has usurped too many powers from the States in violation of the Tenth Amendment, and it is time to return those authorities to their rightful owners.
The market can handle these things, but Uncle Sam has to get his grubby hands out of the way.
1. 93% of all Americans have some form of healthcare coverage.2. 80% of all Americans with healthcare coverage are happy with the coverage they have.
If I heard correctly, Obama's plan would extend coverage to 97% of all Americans, and will cost an estimated $1 trillion.
Part of the plan to pay for the healthcare-reform plan is to levy a tax on healthcare benefits that employers provide their employees; these benefits have heretofore been untaxed. Obama also says that he will not sign any legislation that increases the tax burden on the middle class.
Now, I am as certain as I am about anything that there are middle-class Americans who get healthcare benefits from their employers. Many of these folks make too much money to be exempt from paying income tax.
Taxing the healthcare benefits of middle-class, tax-paying Americans represents an increase in their tax burden. If Obama holds true to his promises - and nothing he has said so far makes me believe that he will - he cannot sign the bill into law, even if it were to pass both houses of Congress today. Yet he has told us that the healthcare crisis is so immediate - so gargantuan - that it actually jeopardizes our standing as a world power.
Thus we are faced with the prospect of spending ONE TRILLION DOLLARS (that's one times ten to the ninth power - a 1 with nine zeroes following) - above and beyond the billions spent in soi-disant "Stimulus" spending, leaving us with a deficit unparalleled in modern times - to increase the percentage of Americans with healthcare coverage by FOUR PERCENT (4%).
*Someone* tell me where this makes sense. Someone PLEASE perform a cost/benefit analysis on this proposal and tell me where it makes sense.
Now, in fairness to the President, a lot of people have called this proposal "Socialized Medicine", similar to what they have in Europe and the UK. (And before someone pipes up, no, the UK is NOT part of Europe; Britons are not Europeans, and they will tell you so very quickly.) Obama's proposal cannot legitimately be called Socialized Medicine because it fails the test of Socialism.
Socialism arises when the State takes control of the means of production in some industry. The Soviet Union (more correctly called "The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics") was in fact a Socialist state because the State controlled all industry directly. The State set production quotas for factories and farms, and assigned people to work wherever people were needed. (The Soviets used to brag that they had no unemployment; if you didn't have a job, they'd give you one - even if it was sweeping the street. No one likes to talk about how little anyone got paid, or how low their standard of living was - and remains.)
Obama's not proposing that the US Government assume direct control of the American healthcare industry; merely that it provide a healthcare plan for everyone. Uncle Sam would establish categories of diseases, injuries, and conditions, and decide how much he's willing to pay for each one. This isn't all that much different from what Blue Cross/Blue Shield or Kaiser Permanente does with their health plans.
The difference is that BC/BS and KP actually *negotiate* with the various hospitals, clinics, and doctors over these rates, and if the doctor doesn't like the deal he or she doesn't take it. What happens if a clinic decides it won't accept ObamaCare? Does the Healthcare Czar send troops? I don't know, but I suspect that there will be substantial pressure brought to bear to make the errant clinic fall into line with Obama's wishes.
There is a word for having the State exert its power over Business to make Business do what the State wants it to do, and to threaten penalties for non-compliance: Fascism. As in Benito Mussolini.
Now, the Left in this country has done an excellent of raping the English language (forgive us, Will Shakespeare!) and abusing it to further its agenda, but nothing they have done to the dictionary rises to the level of their expropriation of the meaning of the word Fascism. Call someone Communist, and the Left will rail against you unmercifully, calling you a "red-baiter" and summoning the ghost of Senator McCarthy; call someone a Fascist, and he's convicted.
Fascism it is, though, and Fascist is the agenda Obama is proposing. He wants to use the full might of the United States Government to foist this unnecessary "solution" on what is arguably the best medical system on the entire planet. He says it will protect our standing as a world power; that it will bring desperately needed medical care to the millions who daily pine for it; and that it's by-golly the right thing to do.
Oh, please. No, really - please. As in PLEASE WAKE UP FROM YOUR LIBERAL TOTALITARIAN MASTURBATORIAL FANTASY AND SMELL THE COFFEE!
You think the Canadian healthcare system is wonderful? Fine; go live there. While you're there, ask your Government-owned MD where he would take his child for a heart transplant; like as not he will tell you Johns-Hopkins - which is here in the Good Ol' U S of A.
You hold up the British Public Health Service as a paragon of efficiency? I know where you can get a nice flat in Huntingdonshire. Just don't fall and tear your ACL; you may be in a wheelchair for months waiting for a repair.
Love German medicine? I don't know much about the German Bundesgesundheitamt (Federal Health Office), but I do know something about German doctors because I grew up across the street from a gastroenterologist who moved here from Germany.
Wilhelm's wife, Imme, complained bitterly for years about being here. She hated America and longed to return to her homeland. Finally, Wilhelm sat her down and explained it to her thusly: She could stay here in America - in Huntsville, Alabama - and live in her spacious, well-appointed, beautiful multi-thousand-square-foot brick home, sending her children to the finest private school in town, and driving her Mercedes or her BMW, or they could pack up and return to Germany, where they would live in a 4-bedroom apartment with no closets (they pay taxes on every room with a door, so no closets - only wardrobes), the kids would go to school with all the Muslim immigrants who were causing such trouble, she could ride the bus wherever she wanted to go (and riding a German bus in the middle of summer is worth your life, because water costs so much they only bathe twice a week), and he could earn $50,000.00 per year instead of the $500.000.00 he was making here.
She shut up and never breathed a word against America again - not the longest day I knew her.
The American healthcare system is not broken. It's not perfect, but it's not broken - not by a long shot. But if you're just hell-bent on improving it, I'll offer some suggestions.
First, make anyone who sues a doctor, clinic, or hospital pay the defendant's legal costs if they lose. This will drastically curtail the frivilous, baseless lawsuits that bedevil the industry and drive malpractice-insurance premiums through the roof.
Second, limit the elegibility for damages that a physician may have to pay under malpractice, unless that physician is found criminally negligent. (Fact: In Alabama, an Obstetrician must maintain malpractice coverage for TWENTY-ONE YEARS after he or she delivers his or her last baby, because under our laws the parents of an infant born damaged due to malpractice can sue the attending OB until the child is eighteen years old, and the child can sue on his or her own right until his or her twenty-first birthday.)
Third, pass laws establishing individual medical accounts (similar to IRAs) and make those funds tax-deferred. Let consumers draw from those accounts and make payment directly to healthcare providers and pharmacies without paying taxes on those funds. If they take money out for a non-medical reason, tax that withdrawal at 10%. Make those funds transferrable to surviving family members without tax penalty.
Fourth, get the Federal Government out of the way by returning healthcare issues to the various States and let the local powers deal with the issue. Congress has usurped too many powers from the States in violation of the Tenth Amendment, and it is time to return those authorities to their rightful owners.
The market can handle these things, but Uncle Sam has to get his grubby hands out of the way.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wanted my sanity back....
This weekend I made an amazing discovery for moms everywhere; something simple and yet totally ingenious. I know you will appreciate this find so much so that you will probably want to name a national holiday after me or perhaps even one of your children in my honor.
It was Sunday. I was vacuuming. No, really-I was. My sweeper was having issues, more even than a Mommy on a bad day. The machine was making a horrific noise. I knew that it probably wasn’t very healthy for a vacuum sweeper to sound like a Leer Jet, but then again, maybe the sweeper had a dream to be a US Destroyer doing a flyby through my living room. Who was I to stand in its way?
My house really needed this domestic duty since our cleaning fairy apparently took the week off. The sweeper was sucking so I would simply have to put up with the loud, annoying sound screaming at me-after all, I was a mother of six. On a daily basis I was subjected to things a lot louder-a lot worse.
My husband suddenly came behind me and unplugged my cord. It seemed he was concerned about the extreme sound coming from Old Betsy. Instead of using his engineering degree and fixing the problem he handed me something. Here, use these. I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes as he handed me a green cord with two yellow spongy things attached to each end-ear plugs. I immediately asked, “Are they used?” He insisted they were fresh out of the package. I requested to see the package.
I reluctantly put in the ear plugs; knowing that I would be heckled by my children for looking like a dork. All of a sudden, the deafening sound was quieted. Everything was softened; a muffled serenity had engulfed me. I could see my children arguing. I could tell that their mouths were forming the word MOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!-urgently on their lips. I simply pointed to my ears and shrugged my shoulders in feigned lack of understanding. They finally got the picture and left me be.
I swept high. I swept low. I was a sweeping diva. I didn’t want to quit; not because I had a sudden affection for this domestic duty, but because I was enjoying this soundproofed world away from the chaos that reigned around me. I finally faced the inevitable. I had faked vacuuming enough that my family was highly suspicious. I turned off the sweeper. I sighed and removed the earplugs. My children with their powerful super radar sensed I had made the removal…MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! I quickly reattached the yellow sponges into my ears; shook my head and mouthed the words; I can’t hear you…and walked away.
I may never remove these earplugs again!
Mamas I highly recommend getting yourself a pair. I really think I am on a road toward recovering some of my lost sanity. Yes, I admit that the earplugs aren’t overly attractive, but I believe if we band together the world will soon see them as a fashion statement; something hip, something new-fashionable and functional. I think I might even market them myself for mothers everywhere-Mommy Plugs; for moments of silence when the noise insists on following you around. Just think; no more will you have to try to escape the chaos. We can just blissfully ignore the noise!
Anyone want to place an order?
I can’t hear you…
no, really, I can’t!Buy the plugs today and I will throw in a Mommy Blindfold FREE! Your world could be perfect today…
It was Sunday. I was vacuuming. No, really-I was. My sweeper was having issues, more even than a Mommy on a bad day. The machine was making a horrific noise. I knew that it probably wasn’t very healthy for a vacuum sweeper to sound like a Leer Jet, but then again, maybe the sweeper had a dream to be a US Destroyer doing a flyby through my living room. Who was I to stand in its way?
My house really needed this domestic duty since our cleaning fairy apparently took the week off. The sweeper was sucking so I would simply have to put up with the loud, annoying sound screaming at me-after all, I was a mother of six. On a daily basis I was subjected to things a lot louder-a lot worse.
My husband suddenly came behind me and unplugged my cord. It seemed he was concerned about the extreme sound coming from Old Betsy. Instead of using his engineering degree and fixing the problem he handed me something. Here, use these. I wrinkled my nose and rolled my eyes as he handed me a green cord with two yellow spongy things attached to each end-ear plugs. I immediately asked, “Are they used?” He insisted they were fresh out of the package. I requested to see the package.
I reluctantly put in the ear plugs; knowing that I would be heckled by my children for looking like a dork. All of a sudden, the deafening sound was quieted. Everything was softened; a muffled serenity had engulfed me. I could see my children arguing. I could tell that their mouths were forming the word MOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!-urgently on their lips. I simply pointed to my ears and shrugged my shoulders in feigned lack of understanding. They finally got the picture and left me be.
I swept high. I swept low. I was a sweeping diva. I didn’t want to quit; not because I had a sudden affection for this domestic duty, but because I was enjoying this soundproofed world away from the chaos that reigned around me. I finally faced the inevitable. I had faked vacuuming enough that my family was highly suspicious. I turned off the sweeper. I sighed and removed the earplugs. My children with their powerful super radar sensed I had made the removal…MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! I quickly reattached the yellow sponges into my ears; shook my head and mouthed the words; I can’t hear you…and walked away.
I may never remove these earplugs again!
Mamas I highly recommend getting yourself a pair. I really think I am on a road toward recovering some of my lost sanity. Yes, I admit that the earplugs aren’t overly attractive, but I believe if we band together the world will soon see them as a fashion statement; something hip, something new-fashionable and functional. I think I might even market them myself for mothers everywhere-Mommy Plugs; for moments of silence when the noise insists on following you around. Just think; no more will you have to try to escape the chaos. We can just blissfully ignore the noise!
Anyone want to place an order?
I can’t hear you…
no, really, I can’t!Buy the plugs today and I will throw in a Mommy Blindfold FREE! Your world could be perfect today…
Saturday, July 11, 2009
What a week....
My Mom and my half brother, my Sister and my niece all came down for a visit. My son who is now 2 is two months older then my baby brother. After a week with the two of them, I'm not sure how my mother hasn't harmed this child. He is SO bad. Gets away with EVERYTHING, I'm sorry but my children do not run around chilies, or applebees, anywhere, they are good at restaurants. Not my baby bro Jax, he is a nightmare, and my mother allows it. It took everything in my power not to spank him when we went out to breakfast.... I will never go out to eat with them again... well at least not anytime soon. My mother raised us (me, my sister and my other brother) to be well behaved, to speak when spoken too, to use our manners, to say please and thank you. My 2 year old does it, why my 2 year old brother doesn't do it drives me freaking crazy. My sister was also getting frustrated with them. Thank goodness I wasn't the only one.
It kind of really sucks though, because my kids will never have a grandma, their grandma will be too busy being a mom and chasing after Jax to ever really be a grandma. No weekends at her house, no summer vacations, nothing.... And that really makes me sad. I had always thought then when I had kids my parents would be involved with their lives, take them to story time, watch them once in a while, hang out with them and us and get to know them. But my mom got knocked up and now has Jax and that's never gonna happen. Yes they have my dad, but he's not the "lets go fishing" grandpa.... I don't know maybe when my kids are older he'll be different with them.... Is it wrong for me to be slightly upset with my mother for having more children? For not being a grandmother to my kids? We used to be so close, but since Jax she doesn't even have time for a ten minute phone call and yes that hurts. I'm her daughter, yea I'm 27 but there are still times I want my mom, or I want to call her and tell her that Ella started walking around the furniture and can say mama at 7 months, or that Henry can now count to 5.... But she has no time to talk to me, she's always rushing me off the phone to chases Jax... I know lame of me to want my mother... but I do... Thanks for letting me vent.
It kind of really sucks though, because my kids will never have a grandma, their grandma will be too busy being a mom and chasing after Jax to ever really be a grandma. No weekends at her house, no summer vacations, nothing.... And that really makes me sad. I had always thought then when I had kids my parents would be involved with their lives, take them to story time, watch them once in a while, hang out with them and us and get to know them. But my mom got knocked up and now has Jax and that's never gonna happen. Yes they have my dad, but he's not the "lets go fishing" grandpa.... I don't know maybe when my kids are older he'll be different with them.... Is it wrong for me to be slightly upset with my mother for having more children? For not being a grandmother to my kids? We used to be so close, but since Jax she doesn't even have time for a ten minute phone call and yes that hurts. I'm her daughter, yea I'm 27 but there are still times I want my mom, or I want to call her and tell her that Ella started walking around the furniture and can say mama at 7 months, or that Henry can now count to 5.... But she has no time to talk to me, she's always rushing me off the phone to chases Jax... I know lame of me to want my mother... but I do... Thanks for letting me vent.
what a week...
My Mom and my half brother, my Sister and my niece all came down for a visit. My son who is now 2 is two months older then my baby brother. After a week with the two of them, I'm not sure how my mother hasn't harmed this child. He is SO bad. Gets away with EVERYTHING, I'm sorry but my children do not run around chilies, or applebees, anywhere, they are good at restaurants. Not my baby bro Jax, he is a nightmare, and my mother allows it. It took everything in my power not to spank him when we went out to breakfast.... I will never go out to eat with them again... well at least not anytime soon. My mother raised us (me, my sister and my other brother) to be well behaved, to speak when spoken too, to use our manners, to say please and thank you. My 2 year old does it, why my 2 year old brother doesn't do it drives me freaking crazy. My sister was also getting frustrated with them. Thank goodness I wasn't the only one.
It kind of really sucks though, because my kids will never have a grandma, their grandma will be too busy being a mom and chasing after Jax to ever really be a grandma. No weekends at her house, no summer vacations, nothing.... And that really makes me sad. I had always thought then when I had kids my parents would be involved with their lives, take them to story time, watch them once in a while, hang out with them and us and get to know them. But my mom got knocked up and now has Jax and that's never gonna happen. Yes they have my dad, but he's not the "lets go fishing" grandpa.... I don't know maybe when my kids are older he'll be different with them.... Is it wrong for me to be slightly upset with my mother for having more children? For not being a grandmother to my kids? We used to be so close, but since Jax she doesn't even have time for a ten minute phone call and yes that hurts. I'm her daughter, yea I'm 27 but there are still times I want my mom, or I want to call her and tell her that Ella started walking around the furniture and can say mama at 7 months, or that Henry can now count to 5.... But she has no time to talk to me, she's always rushing me off the phone to chases Jax... I know lame of me to want my mother... but I do... Thanks for letting me vent.
It kind of really sucks though, because my kids will never have a grandma, their grandma will be too busy being a mom and chasing after Jax to ever really be a grandma. No weekends at her house, no summer vacations, nothing.... And that really makes me sad. I had always thought then when I had kids my parents would be involved with their lives, take them to story time, watch them once in a while, hang out with them and us and get to know them. But my mom got knocked up and now has Jax and that's never gonna happen. Yes they have my dad, but he's not the "lets go fishing" grandpa.... I don't know maybe when my kids are older he'll be different with them.... Is it wrong for me to be slightly upset with my mother for having more children? For not being a grandmother to my kids? We used to be so close, but since Jax she doesn't even have time for a ten minute phone call and yes that hurts. I'm her daughter, yea I'm 27 but there are still times I want my mom, or I want to call her and tell her that Ella started walking around the furniture and can say mama at 7 months, or that Henry can now count to 5.... But she has no time to talk to me, she's always rushing me off the phone to chases Jax... I know lame of me to want my mother... but I do... Thanks for letting me vent.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Renting
We’re going to rent….
We had thought about moving on post, but since post housing is now privatized it is an aggravating process. In other post that are privatized the management company has access to DEERS so the only paper work we need to fill out is one small sheet. But not at Fort Hood! There is a whole freaken packet of crap they need. Plus I need to send them birth certificates for all children, marriage licenses and a bunch of other nonsense that really is none of their darn business! Then to top it off Fort Hood housing ACTUS FHFH no longer includes FULL utilities! You now have to pay for electric, gas and water! BAH is supposed to cover the cost of housing WITH utilities! But not at Fort Hood! There is really no benefit to living on post in hood. Here at Rucker, Picerne includes ALL utilities, and ALL lawn care! That aspect of on post housing was great here, just the house we got sucked major ass! But now here, 80% of the homes are brand new and so pretty…. So housing here is pretty good…. But I digress… Long story short, we are no longer wanting to or will live on post.
So now renting…. Not something I am to keen on doing, but currently we have no other options… So renting adds another dilemma, what to do with the dogs. The only rentals I have found that allow pets seem to be in the not so great parts of Killeen, or according to familywatchdog.us there is a registered sex offender either on the SAME block or around the corner. If you live Killeen and can recommend a certain neighborhood that you know is good and pedophile free please comment on my post and let me know!
If you are a homeowner with rentals and will allow two dogs in the house, please let me know J We are looking for a 4/5 bedroom 2 bath house with a fence either in Killeen, Harker Heights, Belton or Temple. We will be there August 3rd!
Since it’s looking like we are not going to be able to find a home that allows pets, I’m pretty sure Brad’s friend Jeff will take the doggies and we will just go over and visit with them…. Henry is going to be so upset though, he loves his Zoë…
We had thought about moving on post, but since post housing is now privatized it is an aggravating process. In other post that are privatized the management company has access to DEERS so the only paper work we need to fill out is one small sheet. But not at Fort Hood! There is a whole freaken packet of crap they need. Plus I need to send them birth certificates for all children, marriage licenses and a bunch of other nonsense that really is none of their darn business! Then to top it off Fort Hood housing ACTUS FHFH no longer includes FULL utilities! You now have to pay for electric, gas and water! BAH is supposed to cover the cost of housing WITH utilities! But not at Fort Hood! There is really no benefit to living on post in hood. Here at Rucker, Picerne includes ALL utilities, and ALL lawn care! That aspect of on post housing was great here, just the house we got sucked major ass! But now here, 80% of the homes are brand new and so pretty…. So housing here is pretty good…. But I digress… Long story short, we are no longer wanting to or will live on post.
So now renting…. Not something I am to keen on doing, but currently we have no other options… So renting adds another dilemma, what to do with the dogs. The only rentals I have found that allow pets seem to be in the not so great parts of Killeen, or according to familywatchdog.us there is a registered sex offender either on the SAME block or around the corner. If you live Killeen and can recommend a certain neighborhood that you know is good and pedophile free please comment on my post and let me know!
If you are a homeowner with rentals and will allow two dogs in the house, please let me know J We are looking for a 4/5 bedroom 2 bath house with a fence either in Killeen, Harker Heights, Belton or Temple. We will be there August 3rd!
Since it’s looking like we are not going to be able to find a home that allows pets, I’m pretty sure Brad’s friend Jeff will take the doggies and we will just go over and visit with them…. Henry is going to be so upset though, he loves his Zoë…
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Dear Husband
My husband always comes home with the same question-are you in the mood? Wait a minute! That is the second question… His first question is always the same though. “What did you do today?” Those four words seem simple enough, but for some reason hearing those particular words, in that specific order, changes me into a stuttering idiot who looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Do? Uh, yes, I recall doing stuff all day, but my mind is totally blank at the moment.” My eyes quickly dart around the house, searching for something; anything, that would release me from this state of amnesia. I can’t seem to find any proof, however, that suggests me “doing” anything at all; the evidence, in fact, leads one to believe that the only thing that I did was stand helplessly by while someone or something trashed our house.
I have studied this peculiar situation, searched out a reason for my inability to vocalize the accounts of my day to my husband. I have come to the conclusion that after living an entire day in “my shoes” that I must be so overloaded that my internal memory must block out certain factors of my day; call it self-preservation if you will. There are certain things in life that are better left buried in the deepest realm of a mother’s mind.
While I still have some use of my faculties, I have decided to transpose a quick written account of my day thus far that I can later hand over to my spouse when he asks me that infamous question.
Dear Husband,
You have asked me “what did you do today?” and I am going to the best of my ability give you a brief glimpse into my Mommy world. Actually, my day began in the middle of your night. Two of your children were sick and needed attention. I let you sleep. I didn’t; at least not what you would consider a complete, restful sleep cycle. I heard your alarm bright and early. Yes, I also saw the “nudge, nudge, wink, wink” as well as heard your stomach rumble. I chose the lesser of the evils and made you breakfast while you showered. For your information, I never had the time for a hygiene moment today.
Okay, reliving this day is already making me lightheaded and my head to hurt…the rest of what I have to say is in no particular order. Please forgive me if I sound disoriented…
I fed and watered five kids (not to mention packed nutrients to send for their survival outside of our home), two dogs, and some withering looking things that once were green plants. I cannot recount all I did to get the kids off to school, too traumatic. Let’s just say; they survived, I barely did.
I cleaned up: spilled beverages, dropped plate of eggs, squashed banana on my carpet, something that was hopefully just chocolate that was all over the bathroom tiles and the toothpaste that somebody painted with. I am not going to list every item that I cleaned up, but perhaps just mention a few of the more “colorful” highlights.
I rewound an entire roll of toilet paper back onto the proper placement of aforementioned paper product. For future reference; the second time I just piled it, neatly as possible, in the corner next to the toilet.
Do you remember the billion plus jewelry beads that we bought for the kids for hours of creativity and fun? I spent more hours of cleaning them up than the children have ever used them.
Somebody decided to decorate the house with Easter grass and candy wrappers galore. While I totally celebrate the true meaning behind this holy day, next year, be warned, I might have to do bodily harm to that dumb bunny that visits our house! Which reminds me, I searched the house for the lost Easter egg to no avail…how long before the smell gives the hiding place away?
I unplugged the toilet-not once-not twice-but THREE times-and the day is not over. I almost had to call Guinness Book of World Records…WOW! At least we know our children are eating-what?-I’m not so sure.
I did dishes and went to put them away…when I opened the cupboards I was pummeled by a tower of falling debris left by the last person who had this chore.
I vacuumed, cleaned the bunnies cage, wiped up the chocolate syrup trail that somebody was drinking in the middle of the afternoon (that somebody was not me, no matter what you think!), filled out paperwork, answered the phone 50 times for somebody named Penny (and, no, we don’t have anyone named Penny in our household), changed the sheets on the bed of our youngest, changed our bedding because same child peed on our bed, too, found the wet clothing that pee-boy tried to hide as evidence of his misdeeds, did laundry (btw, our washer may be dying…), goggled MapQuest to plan my escape route, I mean, I looked up driving directions from child #1’s music lesson to child #2’s karate class, sat with the bag of mismatched socks, rocking and mumbling, “I think I can, I think I can…”
Okay, my mind can’t handle much more…let’s fast forward.
Your school children came home, dropping book bags, shoes and coats. They demanded food. I consoled a child (for more than 2 hours of crying and whining!) over her boyfriend and best friend trauma drama. I broke up fights, directed chaos, cleaned up baby spit up, and helped with homework. I prepared a nutritious and delicious meal for your homecoming. Now, at this moment, your children are out of sight and out of mind…I cannot be held liable for the conditions you come home to later in this evening.
I know I have not revealed to you everything that I have experienced today. Some things just cannot be put into words; trust me. Anyhow, by the time you come home tonight and ask me “what have you done today?” I will be oblivious to my surroundings; possibly even in a catatonic state of mind. Hopefully you can at least pry this paper from my weary fingers and gain a little bit of understanding about my day…
“Do? Uh, yes, I recall doing stuff all day, but my mind is totally blank at the moment.” My eyes quickly dart around the house, searching for something; anything, that would release me from this state of amnesia. I can’t seem to find any proof, however, that suggests me “doing” anything at all; the evidence, in fact, leads one to believe that the only thing that I did was stand helplessly by while someone or something trashed our house.
I have studied this peculiar situation, searched out a reason for my inability to vocalize the accounts of my day to my husband. I have come to the conclusion that after living an entire day in “my shoes” that I must be so overloaded that my internal memory must block out certain factors of my day; call it self-preservation if you will. There are certain things in life that are better left buried in the deepest realm of a mother’s mind.
While I still have some use of my faculties, I have decided to transpose a quick written account of my day thus far that I can later hand over to my spouse when he asks me that infamous question.
Dear Husband,
You have asked me “what did you do today?” and I am going to the best of my ability give you a brief glimpse into my Mommy world. Actually, my day began in the middle of your night. Two of your children were sick and needed attention. I let you sleep. I didn’t; at least not what you would consider a complete, restful sleep cycle. I heard your alarm bright and early. Yes, I also saw the “nudge, nudge, wink, wink” as well as heard your stomach rumble. I chose the lesser of the evils and made you breakfast while you showered. For your information, I never had the time for a hygiene moment today.
Okay, reliving this day is already making me lightheaded and my head to hurt…the rest of what I have to say is in no particular order. Please forgive me if I sound disoriented…
I fed and watered five kids (not to mention packed nutrients to send for their survival outside of our home), two dogs, and some withering looking things that once were green plants. I cannot recount all I did to get the kids off to school, too traumatic. Let’s just say; they survived, I barely did.
I cleaned up: spilled beverages, dropped plate of eggs, squashed banana on my carpet, something that was hopefully just chocolate that was all over the bathroom tiles and the toothpaste that somebody painted with. I am not going to list every item that I cleaned up, but perhaps just mention a few of the more “colorful” highlights.
I rewound an entire roll of toilet paper back onto the proper placement of aforementioned paper product. For future reference; the second time I just piled it, neatly as possible, in the corner next to the toilet.
Do you remember the billion plus jewelry beads that we bought for the kids for hours of creativity and fun? I spent more hours of cleaning them up than the children have ever used them.
Somebody decided to decorate the house with Easter grass and candy wrappers galore. While I totally celebrate the true meaning behind this holy day, next year, be warned, I might have to do bodily harm to that dumb bunny that visits our house! Which reminds me, I searched the house for the lost Easter egg to no avail…how long before the smell gives the hiding place away?
I unplugged the toilet-not once-not twice-but THREE times-and the day is not over. I almost had to call Guinness Book of World Records…WOW! At least we know our children are eating-what?-I’m not so sure.
I did dishes and went to put them away…when I opened the cupboards I was pummeled by a tower of falling debris left by the last person who had this chore.
I vacuumed, cleaned the bunnies cage, wiped up the chocolate syrup trail that somebody was drinking in the middle of the afternoon (that somebody was not me, no matter what you think!), filled out paperwork, answered the phone 50 times for somebody named Penny (and, no, we don’t have anyone named Penny in our household), changed the sheets on the bed of our youngest, changed our bedding because same child peed on our bed, too, found the wet clothing that pee-boy tried to hide as evidence of his misdeeds, did laundry (btw, our washer may be dying…), goggled MapQuest to plan my escape route, I mean, I looked up driving directions from child #1’s music lesson to child #2’s karate class, sat with the bag of mismatched socks, rocking and mumbling, “I think I can, I think I can…”
Okay, my mind can’t handle much more…let’s fast forward.
Your school children came home, dropping book bags, shoes and coats. They demanded food. I consoled a child (for more than 2 hours of crying and whining!) over her boyfriend and best friend trauma drama. I broke up fights, directed chaos, cleaned up baby spit up, and helped with homework. I prepared a nutritious and delicious meal for your homecoming. Now, at this moment, your children are out of sight and out of mind…I cannot be held liable for the conditions you come home to later in this evening.
I know I have not revealed to you everything that I have experienced today. Some things just cannot be put into words; trust me. Anyhow, by the time you come home tonight and ask me “what have you done today?” I will be oblivious to my surroundings; possibly even in a catatonic state of mind. Hopefully you can at least pry this paper from my weary fingers and gain a little bit of understanding about my day…
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
midweek mayhem
Its summer, hotter than hell and all of my children are of course home. You’d think that this would be a happy time. No school, no homework, just summer time fun. Well if you are that delusional to think that is what summer entails you are in for a shock. Summer in south Alabama is HOT. My kids still have school work to do. Yes I am the evil stepmother who makes the older kids do workbooks and read all the time! What fun for me? Is an hour a day to much? Maybe it’s not enough. Maybe I should home school them all them summer and do real work!
I have my chocolate escape waiting for me, but do I dare turn to it before noon? I think I must wait. It will go very well with my evening glass of Pino Nior….
As they run through the house chasing the Bitty, my oldest plows right into the wall, and of course the rest follow. I guess they all forgot why there is no running in the house. Yet I refuse to move, I will not investigate this. I will not yell at them for injuring themselves, I will do nothing but sit here and count to 10 before I lose what little sanity I have left. I will sit quietly with Eleanor and enjoy my youngest, my good quiet happy and still innocent child...
I have my chocolate escape waiting for me, but do I dare turn to it before noon? I think I must wait. It will go very well with my evening glass of Pino Nior….
As they run through the house chasing the Bitty, my oldest plows right into the wall, and of course the rest follow. I guess they all forgot why there is no running in the house. Yet I refuse to move, I will not investigate this. I will not yell at them for injuring themselves, I will do nothing but sit here and count to 10 before I lose what little sanity I have left. I will sit quietly with Eleanor and enjoy my youngest, my good quiet happy and still innocent child...
Monday, June 15, 2009
Just another manic monday
Why are boxes so expensive? Why is packing such a pain in the ASS?? And why is it that every box I attempt to pack, my children unpack while I’m packing with tears in their eyes crying ‘not maee my toy’?
Seriously I just want to move, leave all this crap here and start from scratch! Being that in the last 5 years we have moved 5 times I don’t think our stuff could handle another move! Besides I like NEW stuff!
Maybe I should have a moving sale and just stick a price tag on everything…. Except for my bedroom suite, not giving that up.
What are your thoughts on a yard/moving sale?? I’m really starting to like the idea! I would love a new Bar, China Hutch and Dining Room Table set! Yup I think I just talked myself into it. We are having a moving sale people! Jessie agrees she wants a canopy bed LOL. Great I talked myself into adding one more thing to my already too long to read to do list!
Seriously I just want to move, leave all this crap here and start from scratch! Being that in the last 5 years we have moved 5 times I don’t think our stuff could handle another move! Besides I like NEW stuff!
Maybe I should have a moving sale and just stick a price tag on everything…. Except for my bedroom suite, not giving that up.
What are your thoughts on a yard/moving sale?? I’m really starting to like the idea! I would love a new Bar, China Hutch and Dining Room Table set! Yup I think I just talked myself into it. We are having a moving sale people! Jessie agrees she wants a canopy bed LOL. Great I talked myself into adding one more thing to my already too long to read to do list!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Moving issues, dog issues....
Why is this process so hard? Why have you people at Fort Hood banned pit bulls or any mix thereof from base? Seriously this fucking sucks… Per army regs we have to apply for base housing, and to our shock we can get base housing when we get to fort hood, they don’t have a waiting list! But like so many other things in my life that cannot seem to go right this is the same… My dog Roxy is not allowed on post. Why you ask, because she is part pit bull. She is a Mutt, a full American dog mutt, but since the last time I brought her to an on post vet they looked at her and classified her as a bit bull… So she is banned from Fort Hood and we cannot accept the house on base. Not that living on post was my first choice as our experience here at fort Rucker kind of sucked. It was nice being so close to everything. And since Hood is such a large base it would have been nice to live on base for the first year…. But because I have a dog who looks like she might have some pit bull in her we are shit out of luck! This also pretty much applies to any home we were going to try and rent as well. Either they will not rent to you because you have pets, and the slight few that allow pets won’t allow vicious breads… Roxy has never so much as hurt a fly. She might jump on you and lick you to death, but she is the sweetest dog.
Our neighbor offered to take her in if we could not take her with us. While that is an option, I much rather not lose my dog. I’ve had her since the spring of 2003. She’s my puppy!!
So for those of you who know me, you know how my husband already feels about the dog. <he is not a fan; he hates that I allowed her to sit on furniture and that when I first moved in she would not listen to him. She now listens to him, but he holds a grudge> He is all for leaving my puppy here when we leave and doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal for me. It just is.
We want to buy a house when we get to Killeen anyway. We both hate renting and throwing money into a house we will never own….
I’ve spent the majority of these last two weeks looking on line at homes. Microsoft Earth is an awesome tool! I love being able to get a shot of the house, I know it’s not the same as seeing the neighborhood but it helps! If I see those big ogle power lines in the back yard or across the street I know right away that that is not a place I want to live and it quickly becomes crossed off of my list. I love that I can move the maps and see where the schools are. I also love the FamilyWatchdog.us website, I’ve been cross reverencing addresses with them, and will not move to a street with a pedophile! So you’d think with all of this technology and virtual tours that it would be easy to find a house… Well then you would be so wrong! While my list of prospected homes has gone down I still have about 30 I want to look at when I get there, as many have been on the market for some time now and I doubt they are getting sold any time before I get a chance to look at them.
So far this week I have made our Penske Truck Rental Reservations. Have I mentioned yet that we are doing a DITY Move?? :-P Reservations for the Hotel, both in route and once in Killeen. Plus reserved a storage unit to stuff all of our crap in once we get there and have no place to live. Anything else I’m forgetting?
Friday, May 22, 2009
UpDated
I have updated my main page www.RamblingsOFaSAHM.com Please go check it out! Don't forget to leave a comment so I know who stoped by :-)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Crazy bitch is off her meds
The crazy bitch is off her meds yet again.
I swear this women needs to be locked up in a mental-ward never to be allowed out! For those of you who are reading and are wondering whom I am referring to, I am speaking about my husbands worst mistake in his whole life - his second ex wife. So when I say crazy in this post or any other for that matter I am speaking about her. I guess I will start with some back story.
I met my husband back in 2004. He was just three months back in the states since his year and a half tour in Iraq. He was sent to West point to train some cadets… I met him on a floating barge called Gully’s on the Hudson River. Well back to my rant… Crazy ex wife is Bi-Polar, and takes herself off of her meds often, claiming she is cured, and no longer needs them. No crazy you are not cured, you are a fucken nut job!
She unfortunately has custody of their now 9 year old daughter. She has convinced said daughter that since I have had children with her Daddy that she no longer counts/matters, which in itself is such a load of shit. He loves all of his kids, and I love his kids like they are mine. The two oldest are MINE. Vannah and I had been getting very close, she has always liked me and we always did stuff and hung out while she was here. Well Crazy took it upon herself to fill the little girls head with a bunch of lies and misconceptions about how we, and I feel about her. Crazy told Vannah that since I have had my two bio kids that I no longer need her as my daughter and that she shouldn’t want to come visit us… WHY ON GODS GREEN EARTH would someone say that to a child?? I KNOW that CRAZY said this because Vannah told me! We get her ONE month every two-three months- she is in year round school in reno for those who were going to ask how.. When she was here in March she was distant with me, and never wanted to go do our girly days like we used to. One afternoon she popped off saying, you don’t have to take me with you, i know you really don’t want to anyway. I was like WHAT?? WHAT are you talking about?? Of course I want you to go, we always go get peddies together when you are here. Well she proceeds to tell my husband and I everything that CRAZY has been telling her…. I was in tears, she was in tears and hubby was is shock and a state of confusion. So he called CRAZY to confront her about her lieing to the child. Well of course she denied saying such things and insisted that the things Vannah was telling us were the same things she was telling her about not wanting to come see us. This child never want to leave us when we take her back to the airport for her return flight, she cries the whole drive to the airport and tells us over and over again that she wants to live with us.
Now I fully believe with CRAZYs mental state that it would be in Vannah’s best interest to live here, but she is not going to just give us Vannah, to her Vannah is her meal ticket and her BFF. yea BFF. When the child was 8, she new the inner workings of CRAZYs relationship with a married man!!
The only reason crazy has custody now is because when she was married to hubby, she packed up his truck , and left to go back home to Reno while he was at work one afternoon! No goodbye, no divorce papers, yes he knew things were not working he had filled for divorce 3 months prior when she attacked him and attempted to strangle him! But he didn’t want another failed marriage under his belt, so when she said she wanted to go to counseling to fix it he stopped the divorce proceedings… Anyway she ran off to reno in his truck, with his kid, called and left a messge on the house phone, saying that she had left, and emptied the accounts and wasn’t coming back… Now wasn’t that nice of her?? He tried everything he could to have her brought back to TN but since TN doesn’t have any sort of parent knapping clause/rules they did nothing. So when time for custody came the mediator said that the judge would more then likely not move the child from the current home.. well right after that he filled anyway, but only for it to get put on hold because he got deployed to Iraq. While he was in Iraq his older two kids went to live with his family back in gulfport ms. That feb he got back from iraq the courts wouldn’t move the child… got it yet????? Good,now fast foward abit…
When I first came into the picture crazy flipped! She had it in her little mind that she and him were going to get back together once his oldest two moved out! WTF?? Seriously?? Anyway she flied for a TPO claiming that hubby threatened to take the child and move to Mexico… (because he wanted the army to arrest him for going a wall right…. -told you she’s a bumb bitch… )SO NOT WHAT HAPPENED! that is what she told us she would do if we ever filled for custody!! So 2005 came and went and hubby did not see his daughter. For Christmas that year i made the kids all scrapbooks, and when crazy got Vannah’s she became civil with me, and we started planning for vannah’s trips. We did/do most of the talking as when hubby and her speak we end up back in court, she thinks she is always right about everything, and hubby cant stand to let her think that… She lives in her own world and is out of touch with reality… well back to today….
Crazy called me about Vannah’s visit. We are supposed to get her the Saturday after the day school lets out and have her until 10 days before school starts. My husband and I buy her a bunch of school clothes over her summer visit, just like we do with the other kids. I always send her home with new clothes, back pack and supplies. ALWAYS. Crazy informs me today that I need to change Vannahs return ticket to 16 days before school starts so that she can get her ready for the school year. I am sorry I am not deviating from the parenting plan, no way, no how! because somewhere down the line she will turn it into something like we got tired of Vannah so we sent her home early! I told her no, that i wasn’t going to do that. Well crazy being crazy flipped out and now is claiming that she is not going to send vannah here and that there is nothing we can do about it. Now YES there are a lot of things that we/I can do about it, one pay our lawyer about another 5 grand and he can start more paper work about her not following the parenting plan, only for nothing to happen, as every judge we have seen pretty much says “CRAZY you need to follow the plan and turn the child over to his father on the dates you had agreed to in the plan” she will say fine and corporate for the next visit, but then this shit starts all over again, and frankly I am tired of dumping our savings into fighting with this bump ass bitch. So what do we do? Do we just pay her the Child Support and let her live in her fairy tale fucked up world and fuck the child all up and try not to think about it and forget about Vannah and crazy and hope that one day when vannah is older that her older siblings can tell her what really happened, (that is what i am leaning towards, only because all this time and money is taking away from the four we have in the house); do i cave and change her return ticket only for her to use it in someway against us in the future or do i call the lawyer and start spending more money we don’t have?? Hubby is about to throw in the towel and just say forget it. Every time he’s tried to call to speak to Vannah she has not answered her phone. And vannah just happened to loose the cell phone I bought her so daddy could call her and so she could call daddyy. I bet crazy fucken pawned it or something… Any other step/blended families going through something like this? what did you do, what are you doing?
I swear this women needs to be locked up in a mental-ward never to be allowed out! For those of you who are reading and are wondering whom I am referring to, I am speaking about my husbands worst mistake in his whole life - his second ex wife. So when I say crazy in this post or any other for that matter I am speaking about her. I guess I will start with some back story.
I met my husband back in 2004. He was just three months back in the states since his year and a half tour in Iraq. He was sent to West point to train some cadets… I met him on a floating barge called Gully’s on the Hudson River. Well back to my rant… Crazy ex wife is Bi-Polar, and takes herself off of her meds often, claiming she is cured, and no longer needs them. No crazy you are not cured, you are a fucken nut job!
She unfortunately has custody of their now 9 year old daughter. She has convinced said daughter that since I have had children with her Daddy that she no longer counts/matters, which in itself is such a load of shit. He loves all of his kids, and I love his kids like they are mine. The two oldest are MINE. Vannah and I had been getting very close, she has always liked me and we always did stuff and hung out while she was here. Well Crazy took it upon herself to fill the little girls head with a bunch of lies and misconceptions about how we, and I feel about her. Crazy told Vannah that since I have had my two bio kids that I no longer need her as my daughter and that she shouldn’t want to come visit us… WHY ON GODS GREEN EARTH would someone say that to a child?? I KNOW that CRAZY said this because Vannah told me! We get her ONE month every two-three months- she is in year round school in reno for those who were going to ask how.. When she was here in March she was distant with me, and never wanted to go do our girly days like we used to. One afternoon she popped off saying, you don’t have to take me with you, i know you really don’t want to anyway. I was like WHAT?? WHAT are you talking about?? Of course I want you to go, we always go get peddies together when you are here. Well she proceeds to tell my husband and I everything that CRAZY has been telling her…. I was in tears, she was in tears and hubby was is shock and a state of confusion. So he called CRAZY to confront her about her lieing to the child. Well of course she denied saying such things and insisted that the things Vannah was telling us were the same things she was telling her about not wanting to come see us. This child never want to leave us when we take her back to the airport for her return flight, she cries the whole drive to the airport and tells us over and over again that she wants to live with us.
Now I fully believe with CRAZYs mental state that it would be in Vannah’s best interest to live here, but she is not going to just give us Vannah, to her Vannah is her meal ticket and her BFF. yea BFF. When the child was 8, she new the inner workings of CRAZYs relationship with a married man!!
The only reason crazy has custody now is because when she was married to hubby, she packed up his truck , and left to go back home to Reno while he was at work one afternoon! No goodbye, no divorce papers, yes he knew things were not working he had filled for divorce 3 months prior when she attacked him and attempted to strangle him! But he didn’t want another failed marriage under his belt, so when she said she wanted to go to counseling to fix it he stopped the divorce proceedings… Anyway she ran off to reno in his truck, with his kid, called and left a messge on the house phone, saying that she had left, and emptied the accounts and wasn’t coming back… Now wasn’t that nice of her?? He tried everything he could to have her brought back to TN but since TN doesn’t have any sort of parent knapping clause/rules they did nothing. So when time for custody came the mediator said that the judge would more then likely not move the child from the current home.. well right after that he filled anyway, but only for it to get put on hold because he got deployed to Iraq. While he was in Iraq his older two kids went to live with his family back in gulfport ms. That feb he got back from iraq the courts wouldn’t move the child… got it yet????? Good,now fast foward abit…
When I first came into the picture crazy flipped! She had it in her little mind that she and him were going to get back together once his oldest two moved out! WTF?? Seriously?? Anyway she flied for a TPO claiming that hubby threatened to take the child and move to Mexico… (because he wanted the army to arrest him for going a wall right…. -told you she’s a bumb bitch… )SO NOT WHAT HAPPENED! that is what she told us she would do if we ever filled for custody!! So 2005 came and went and hubby did not see his daughter. For Christmas that year i made the kids all scrapbooks, and when crazy got Vannah’s she became civil with me, and we started planning for vannah’s trips. We did/do most of the talking as when hubby and her speak we end up back in court, she thinks she is always right about everything, and hubby cant stand to let her think that… She lives in her own world and is out of touch with reality… well back to today….
Crazy called me about Vannah’s visit. We are supposed to get her the Saturday after the day school lets out and have her until 10 days before school starts. My husband and I buy her a bunch of school clothes over her summer visit, just like we do with the other kids. I always send her home with new clothes, back pack and supplies. ALWAYS. Crazy informs me today that I need to change Vannahs return ticket to 16 days before school starts so that she can get her ready for the school year. I am sorry I am not deviating from the parenting plan, no way, no how! because somewhere down the line she will turn it into something like we got tired of Vannah so we sent her home early! I told her no, that i wasn’t going to do that. Well crazy being crazy flipped out and now is claiming that she is not going to send vannah here and that there is nothing we can do about it. Now YES there are a lot of things that we/I can do about it, one pay our lawyer about another 5 grand and he can start more paper work about her not following the parenting plan, only for nothing to happen, as every judge we have seen pretty much says “CRAZY you need to follow the plan and turn the child over to his father on the dates you had agreed to in the plan” she will say fine and corporate for the next visit, but then this shit starts all over again, and frankly I am tired of dumping our savings into fighting with this bump ass bitch. So what do we do? Do we just pay her the Child Support and let her live in her fairy tale fucked up world and fuck the child all up and try not to think about it and forget about Vannah and crazy and hope that one day when vannah is older that her older siblings can tell her what really happened, (that is what i am leaning towards, only because all this time and money is taking away from the four we have in the house); do i cave and change her return ticket only for her to use it in someway against us in the future or do i call the lawyer and start spending more money we don’t have?? Hubby is about to throw in the towel and just say forget it. Every time he’s tried to call to speak to Vannah she has not answered her phone. And vannah just happened to loose the cell phone I bought her so daddy could call her and so she could call daddyy. I bet crazy fucken pawned it or something… Any other step/blended families going through something like this? what did you do, what are you doing?
Monday, May 11, 2009
I must be going nuts
Do you ever feel like have a multiple personalty disorder?? My husband today stated this to me. He believes that I must suffer from some sort of MPD.... Possible I guess, likelihood of it not so much. My opinions just change, whats wrong with that? I'm fickle. So what what? If I'm bitchy I'm my evil twin. If the house is spotless I've turned into Bree, he's got a name for just about every personality he believes isn't me. Well I am all of those at times, but that is what makes me, ME!
Well if you would like to know more about me, please check out my two main blogs
www.RamblingsOFaSAHM.com
Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mom
And www.RamblingsOFaSAHM.com/rants
This is where I bitch and moan and vent about dumb people
Well if you would like to know more about me, please check out my two main blogs
www.RamblingsOFaSAHM.com
Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mom
And www.RamblingsOFaSAHM.com/rants
This is where I bitch and moan and vent about dumb people
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