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Family Ties

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 15:07:56 GMT

Family, it's a funny thing isn't it? I'm not talking about the families that we make for ourselves, I'm talking about the ones that we were born into, the ones that we can't help but have to deal with from birth to death. My family is a piece of work to say the least...it never fails, when push comes to shove they are NEVER there for me when I need them most. I mean I have kids and they mean the world to me...I could never imagine abandoning them when the needed me most, but for some reason that is just what my family seems to do. As an adult I've figured out that in this world there is one person, and only one person I can depend on...ME! But it makes me sad to know that the people who are suppose to stick with me through thick and thin don't, it makes me sad to know that my family insists on holding things against me that I did when I was in my early 20's and too stupid to realize I was on the wrong path, and it makes me sad to know that my family will never truly know the kind of person I am because they don't care to see. You know what though...I've made it 29 years without depending on them to help hold me up and I'm pretty sure I'll make it through the rest of the way without them as well!

Change please!

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 17:49:57 GMT

So I've heard it a million times, hell I've even said it a million times, you can not change someone who isn't willing to change! I mean sure you can try to make your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife be someone else, but there's a pretty good chance that they are not going to change and an even better chance that they will end up resenting you for trying to make them.

This whole thing got me thinking about relationships and why people stay in situations that they shouldn't. Before I go any further let me say that I am guilty of this. As an adult I have never been single...I seem to go from one bad relationship straight into the next. I'm constantly staying in relationships that I have no business being in and I don't know why that is. It's not like I secretly believe that my fiance is going to wake up one morning and be Prince Charming, I know he'll never be everything I want him to be, hell he'll probably never even be close to what I deserve. But why do we stay in relationships like that? I mean of course there is the obvious fear of being alone, but chances are most of us won't end up lonely old ladies with 40 cats. But besides that fear of being alone what makes us stay in relationships that are not good for us? Why do some of us seem to always sell ourselves short and settle for less than we deserve? Answers are greatly appreciated as I am currently seriously contemplating life and why mine sucks ass all the time!

Case of the Ex

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 04:13:16 GMT

Alright so recently (very recently) an ex of mine...alright that's not fair to say, because he was "the" ex, the first guy I ever really loved and the one I used to measure everyone else against, and I reconnected via Myspace. When I say reconnect it's only as friends...you know we message each other sometimes just to see how things are going and all that safe stuff. But it really made me think...can you ever truly be friends with an ex that you were once in love with?

Too old to play in the snow?

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 01:06:08 GMT

Its official… winter is here to stay! Yesterday I saw the 7 day weather report and it was not pretty…as a matter of fact it was ugly, very ugly, and COLD.

So today in the midst of hanging more Christmas lights I happened to look out the window and I noticed that it was snowing…for a moment I stood there mesmerized by the blinding white flakes as they poured from the sky…I guess my son was worried that mommy had taken a moment for herself, because he very loudly and with much authority screamed for my attention. I tore myself away from the window (sadly) and went to attend to him. It was in that moment I realized two things…One…I was old…and Dos…It wasn’t fair!

When did I become so old that I couldn’t enjoy the site of new fallen snow? Where is the rule book that states that parents aren’t allowed to enjoy the same things as their children? Feeling just a little perturbed and more than a little rebellious I decided that I didn’t care what my kids, or anyone for that matter, thought I was going to go play in the snow.

My oldest daughter realized it first, it’s funny how that works, and promptly questioned why I was putting on my snow boots. “I’m going to play in the snow!” I told her with conviction. She laughed…I mean not some small little chuckle…she full on threw herself on the floor and started rolling as she laughed. When I asked her what was so funny she informed me that “Um you’re too old to play in the snow. I mean you’re a mom.” [Just a heads up…you should never tell your mother that you think she’s old…at least not so close to Christmas, because she will remember that when deciding between the Wii you wanted so badly and the cheap knock-off that’s 75% less at the dollar store.] I ignored the insult and went back to bundling up to go outside.

I should have realized when I was so bundled up that I could barely walk that it was a bad idea…but no not me…I stubbornly insisted on going outside to “play” in the snow. By the time I made it outside I was officially “over it” but there was no way that I was going to give my 3 children (who by this time were laughing at me from the window) the satisfaction of knowing they were right. So I “played” in the snow; I built a snowman (which was very difficult considering there was only about an inch and a half of snow on the ground), I caught snowflakes on my tongue (no matter what anyone thinks you are never too old for that one), and I made a snow angel (the looks on my children’s faces as I was laying in the front yard making that snow angel was priceless btw) I had proven my point and more importantly I had proven my oldest daughter wrong…I was NOT too old to play in the snow!

(Just a little side note: I really did have fun, and the satisfaction of knowing that I could still enjoy myself like I did when I was a kid was worth the aching body I now have!)

So all you moms out there…go out and make a snow angel…you’ll love it!

Never love a boyEDIT

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:07:02 GMT

When I was 5, I was sure that I would never love a boy. I mean they all had cooties, they always pulled your hair when you weren’t looking, and they never wanted to play “house” on the playground. I remember my mom always telling me that no matter how mean the boys were I had to be nice to them, but why did I have to do that? My five year old mind just could not fathom being nice to some mean, smelly, cootie infested boy! Yes I was pretty sure that loving a boy was not in my future!

When I was 16, I was adamant that I would never love a boy. Oh sure when you’re 16 everything is all about boys, in fact a teenage girls life revolves around 3 things; boys, shopping, and boys, but for some reason I just knew that I would never love one of them! I remember my first “real” boyfriend. My whole world revolved around him; I ate, slept, and breathed HIM, it was sad! And then we broke up, and what used to be this warm, happy, fuzzy feeling when I thought about him turned to this dark, hateful, terrible feeling! That was the nail on the coffin so to speak, and that’s when I knew that my suspicions were right…I was adamant that I would never love a boy!

When I was 22, I was fairly certain that I would never love a boy! Sure they were nice to have around, especially when the oil in the car needed changed or there was a huge, hairy spider to kill, but most of the time they were still the same smelly, mean, cootie infested boys that they were when I was 5. It looked as though I was fairly certain that I was never going to love a boy!

When I was 27 it all changed! I remember the exact moment that I did indeed fall in love with a boy…it was August 1, 2007, at 4:58 p.m. I remember seeing him for the first time; his hair all a mess, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and his lips trembling with confusion and fear. I remember holding him in my arms for the first time and looking into those big, beautiful hazel eyes; in that moment time stood still, the earth stopped spinning for a brief moment, and everything that was wrong in the world just melted away. In that moment I had done what I was so sure I would never do…I had fallen in love with a boy…my boy…my son!

I thought I'd add his pic to the post so y'all could see my lil man!

12 Days of Christmas game

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 22:18:15 GMT

Alright so every year my friends and I play this game via email and every year it gets funnier and funnier...so I decided to play the game Xanga style...don't be a party pooper, if you're reading this add some lyrics...it's fun to see what people come up with!

Everyone knows the 12 Days of Christmas song..or at least you've heard it....well the game is to change the lyrics to the song with something funny...they could be about anything (try to keep it non-pornographic please). Each person who comments will add one line, the next person will add the next line, and so on. I'll go first.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me.....a convertor for my analog TV. (Now I know you can do better than that!)

My Christmas List...with pictures!

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 20:47:56 GMT

My fiance has been asking me for weeks now what I want for Christmas and for whatever reason I keep putting off answering him. So I made myself sit down and write a list for him.

My Christmas List

1. A day off...no actually a week off. This means a week off from EVERYTHING; cooking, cleaning, changing dirty diapers...I could go on but you get the point!

2. A trip to the bathroom without one of my four children following me.(This one may seem easy, but it's been 9 years I haven't made it there yet without a kid tagging along!)

I really didn't think you needed a visual of that one!

3. A clone of myself (yes I realize how controversial this may be, but having someone to do all the dirty work would be awesome!) Heck I'll even settle for an extra pair of hands, I'm not that picky!

4. A magic wand to turn all the mess to money...then we'd be so rich and then we could hire someone to clean up both the money and the mess!

5. A nice dinner out.....and by nice I do not mean eating in @ McDonalds.....I also do not mean for you to attempt to cook, the last time it was disastrous and I can still smell the smoke!

I realize that the contents of this list are nearly impossible for you to buy, wrap, and put under the tree, so I'll stop holding my breath, and I guess instead you can buy me a new Chanel bag (I've included a photo for you so that you can't possibly pick the wrong one...though I do realize the probablity of you still picking the wrong one is greater than the probability of me actually having you help me with the things on my list, so in the interest of saving you time and a lecture later just give the picture to the sales lady and wait) or that 3 carat diamond ring you nearly lost your lunch about when you saw the price tag...honestly my list is cheaper, and we both know how much you like a good bargain...just think about it!

Side Note: The probability of me seeing a Chanel bag under my tree this Christmas greatly increased when my fiance saw this list, mainly because my list was my way of telling him that I need his help...and let's face it we all know that isn't going to happen!

Interracial Realtionships

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 04:57:08 GMT

I was having lunch with my fiance's sisters yesterday when we started talking about our children and dating. Now none of us have teenagers, but we all have children that will be teenagers in a few years so of course the topic of dating is one that we will be having to think a lot more about way sooner than any of us want. One of his sister's asked me how I would feel if any of my kids ever wanted to date outside of their race. This is something that I had actually never even thought about before, maybe I'm naive but I guess I just always assumed that they would date within their race. Now before I go any further let me say that I have dated outside my race both in high school and as an adult so I personally think that there is nothing wrong with interracial dating, but I was shocked at how iffy I was about my own children doing it. When I actually thought about it I decided two things; 1. That I always want my children to be happy in their lives....and...2. That I always want to protect them (no matter how difficult that may be.) I know from experience how difficult it can be to be in an interracial relationship, especially when you live in a small town with small minded people who were raised to hate people who were not like them...unfortunately I happen to live in one of those small towns and even more unfortunate is the fact that there seem to be an abundance of those small minded people here as well. One can argue that hate is everywhere from small towns to huge cities, but do I really want my children to ever be on the receiving end of what hate like that can bring? Of course I don't, but I do want them to be happy, so in the end my answer to the question was that I wanted my children to be with whomever made them happy, no matter what color!

How would you answer that question...be honest!

This test is brought to you by...Nike?

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 18:55:43 GMT

I just read an article on USA Today's website about a teacher in San Diego that was frustrated by budget cuts in his school district, apparently some of the budget that was being cut was for his copying budget so he decided to sell ads to be placed on his tests in order to supplement the budget cuts. Now I'm a mother and I think this is crazy..our children are already bombarded by a plethora of ads everywhere they look, why should they have them placed on their calculus tests? Makes no sense to me, but maybe I'm overreacting!

Here's the link in case you wanna read the story! USA Today article. Let me know what you think!

I received a Blog Award!

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 17:54:29 GMT

I received a blog award! Go me...lol! Lyla over at It's Five O'Clock Somewhere sent me this wonderful award! I am now the proud owner of a beautiful Portuguese award to start my trophy list! I'm so happy to get this award, because it means that someone has been reading and liking my blog. Now here's the English translation of the award...

This blog invests and believes, in ‘proximity’ [meaning, that blogging makes us ‘close’ - being close through proxy]. These blogs are all charming and they aim to show the marvels of friendship. Let’s give more attention to them! So with this prize we must deliver it to seven bloggers that in turn must make the same thing and put this text.

Here are the blogs I am nominating today:

Go Graham Go!

The Power of Housewife Word of Mouth

Jolly Mom

Java Mommy

Great MOMS Think Alike

Queen-Size Funny Bone

So Not Mom-a-licious