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August 31 New Arrival!!This afternoon when I went to check on the birds, and make sure they had fresh water and such, I found instead of three birds and four eggs, I found three birds, a hatchling, and two eggs. I'm so excited! We have a baby bird! I thought at first that the baby bird was dead, so I poked him very gentley with a chopstick and he immeadiatly opened his or her little mouth wide! I'm so very excited! The boys were jumping up and down and yelling. After repeatedly asking them to quiet down, I eventually took the entire nest outside so that we could better see the hatchling. Toadman will get this bird and get to name him sence Sir Reginald (his bird) met an end here about a week ago. However, I have no idea where the other egg went but I have a suspicion. I looked all over the cage and havn't found it anywhere, but the inside of the nest has yellow nesting material where it was white before. Perhaps one of the eggs broke so the other birds at it. It's possible after all, the canabilistic birdie bastards. Anywho, can't wait for the other two birds to hatch!! August 30 Hurry Henny Penny the Sky is Falling!!!(this is take two of this entry, in my infinite wisdom, I deleted the whole damn thing the first time by accident, yeah I'm brilliant.) I am very picky about what my kids watch on tv. I don't even normally let them watch much of the news, because there is so much death and violence that I try to curb as much of that as I can. Once a week, I'll go through the yahoo "whats on tv" page and see whats playing for the upcoming week. I happened to come aross tonights 20/20 report of "Last Days on Earth," I thought this would not only be a decent program to watch but that it would be interesting to see what top scientists around the world had to say about it. The report gave seven possible ways for the world to end, I don't know if I remember them all but here it goes (in no particular order)
So as we are watching this program, Toad working on his homework and listening, Ally-tude playing with her little pink pig (her new favorite toy), and me crocheting my step'sister's baby blanket, I notice Doodlebug scribbling words onto a paper. He was making a list. I found it after I put the kids to bed. He said it's a list of things he wants to take with him, on the space ship that he's going to take when he leaves earth, that way he can survive. Spelling errors included, I have translated the best that I can.
From the mind of my six year old, he's going to save the world. Armed with bare nessessities, and his family. "Mom," he said to me "when I build my spaceship, I'm going to fly it all by myself, because I built it." I just smiled and tucked him in, he was sleeping before his head hit the pillow, but I looked at him, wondering. If anyone could build a space ship and save the earth, Doodlebug can. It's Hump Me Day!!!It's Wednesday. Half way through the week, the proverbial hump day!!! Downhill slope till Friday. Other than dealing with a physco exhusband on a every 15 minute basis, life around here is pretty normal. Allytude goes to the doctor tomarrow, may I love that little oriental lady. Great gal, really she is. We did BBQ last night. Anyone knows me that, knows that I can stretch a dollar farther than Stretch Armstrong's arms. So last night, with prep the night before, I made a pork tenderlion that melts in your mouth, a package of lemon pepper chicken breasts, a handfull of polish sausages, and a pack of hotdogs. Now I don't have to cook meat for a week! I also made a HUGE bucket of mac salad, and bought some potato salad (cause when I make it, it turns into mashed taters with mustard, mayo, and onion. yuck). This weekend is Sana Calagon days in Independence, I can't wait to go.
In different news, I'm still doing the S-factor workout. I had forgotten how much fun pole dancing was. As bad as it sounds, when I can't get out for my run, pole dancing is the next best thing that I love to do. Would I do it in a club? OH HELL NO!! Would I do it while the kids aren't here or behind closed doors? Sure why not, maybe someday I'll try it out for someone else. August 29 New Blog ChangesAs I have been living life and writing it down, I come across a section of my life that was not categorized. This new category will be called: "Idle Hands Beget the Devil's Work." I have a few hobbies that I would like to blog about at some point. Namely crocheting, old radio shows, origami, and sewing... to name a few. Also the kids hobbies will fit into this category. From Toadman's models, to Doodlebug’s contraptions. Ally-tude doesn't have alot of hobbies other than terrorizing the rest of us. Also, I have added in a few more people into my Who's Who of our lives. As well, I've also added some pictures into a few new photo albums. Ally-tude the Artist, and Sorta turns thirty. Thanks to all my readers, again, for making my blog worthwhile. The Fight to SurviveIf you watch the news or you pick up the paper then surely you have heard of Natascha Kampusch. She has been labeled "Dungeon Girl" which is disgusting in itself. She was abucted eight and half years ago, when she was ten, on her way to school. For the last eight and half years of her life, she has been dwelling with a man in his home, locked up in a hidden room in his basement. This room was soundproof and was accessable through a small doorway opening that had to be crawled through. In her statement released, she said that she will not answer "personal or intimate details" of her ordeal. She was reunited with her family for a breif time, and has only seen them once sence her release from captivity. She is in a "safe place" that is under protection, and away from reporters. She values her privacy and has every right to. Her captor Wolfgang Priklopil, threw himself under a train after the girl's escape, killing himself.
As I sit here captivated, reading through everything I can find about this little girl, I feel ashamed. That I'm digging into this child's life, even though she is 18 now. From everything I've read, this seems to be a human trafficing story. She was used as a sex slave, as well as a housekeeper. Several times I have seen the term Stockholm Syndrome. Curiously, I looked it up. It also seems to be what they call battered women's syndrome. I can very much see the relation between the both. The isolation and fear of life, hand in hand, with the almost love that they feel for their captor. This is very much apparent in this case. This girl had many opertunites to flee, but for some reason did not till for eight and half years. Even the end of this drama it seems the captor took his own life. I would go as far to say it was for one of two reasons. One he was afraid of the inevitable punishment for what he did. Things he did to that little girl, and he was afraid of what would happen to him, the second is that he was getting back at the girl for leaving. Punishing her in a sence for leaving him.
I say that this is a sex slave story because of the wish for Kampusch to call Priklopil master, which she said that she did not. Yet, after all this child has been through she still feel loyality to this man. Perhaps it is best the world does not know what is going on or went on with this girl. Perhaps it would be best, just to let her deal with things with time, patience, and the love of her parents and her faith in God. I can't imgion the lengths at wich this child suffered. I wish I could do somthing, yet I can not do anything. The last news story I read they are searching the house for more rooms, and are positive to find them. My guess? The will find a recording studio, perhaps a mini porn-movie set.
August 28 Pistol Packin MadeaIt seems I'm always a day behind blogging. Went to my little sister's house yesterday to watch movies and to see MyYourBaby!! On ther way to her house, we drove into a downpour and I hydroplaned on 635 right over the Missouri River bridge. The bridge is under construction, and I spun the car around three times. I was scared to death, and the kids were screaming. I pulled the car around right (finally) and got to the end of the bridge and pulled over, shaking so bad that I could barely breath. Finally, the kids had calmed down and so had the storm, and I carefully drove the rest of the way to my sister's house. How scarey was that!
We got to my sister's house finally, and played with the baby for a bit. Would you believe she's almost crawling now!?! I'm so excited! She gets up on her little hands and knees and lurches herself forward, always bumping her head ya know. It was just too cute, she smiles and gives kisses now too. So of course Aunt Sorta stole all her perfect little kisses, leaving none for that mean ol' mommy. We ate dinner and watched movies. We watched one of my favorites, Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Tyler Perry is a hella funny actor. Actually, I love all the Madea movies. Nothing like that pistol packin woman to set my day straight. YAY! We also watched Silent Hill, which I've been wanting to see for awhile now. I only seen the last half of it, so it was confusing, and I really didn't understand that end of it. Maybe I'll rent it and watch it again, maybe it will make more sence then.
So that leads me to Monday, which was just plain normal. Got the kids up and ready to go, so now I sit here sending out resume after resume, hoping I get a bite soon. I gotta get a job soon, or it's not going to be pretty in the Sorta house. August 27 Grouch, Death, MurderAfter the exciting drama Friday night, the kids and I packed up and went to SBG's house for the night. The boys played tons of vidiot games (yes, vidiot, video games turn your mind to mush) while Ally-tude played with TiTi. About 11:30 I decided I wasn't going to make the drive home, and I put Ally-tude to sleep on the couch while the boys and I slept on the air up bed downstairs in the basement. After most of the night, being bounced around that little air bed with both boys on it, I eventually got up and said "screw it, I'm up". So I got up at about 7:30am on a Saturday morning. Grouchy, bitchy, and just doing to well. Kids finally got up, in the same shape. I hate having to flee the house just to get away from the exhusband bs. UHG! Finally we got into the little Green Grocery Getter and trudged home. After the whole way of the kids arguing over nonsence stuff I was grinding my teeth to keep from yelling at them. We get inside the house, and the first thing Ally-tude does? Decides that she wants a snack while I'm going potty. I come out to find Ally-tude, a gallon of milk, and a carton of eggs. Needless to say? Ally-tude layed down for a nap, and the boys ran in fear. Enough was enough. Sometimes, I think the kids do things purposefully to just drive me completely insane. I can't even go to the bathroom at times without the kids reeking total havoc on my house!!!!
Upon arriving we began our morning chores, taking out the trash, picking the clothes up in the bathroom, and feeding and watering the birds. On further inspection of the birds I found Sir Reginald hanging upside down from his nest. Lifeless. His foot had gotten stuck in some of the nesting material. Apparently he couldn't get free, and hung upside down till he sufficated. Poor little guy, he was the late Matilda's mate, and never really seemed to get over her death. We wrapped him in a plastic baggie, and Toadman took his little bird out to the dumpster. I asked if the kids wanted to bury him, but they didn't seem interested in another pet funeral. So silently, we disposed of poor Sir Reggie. RIP.
After the kids went to bed that night, I was just kinda floating around the house, I read up on my birds, and hoped that I wouldn't make the same mistake again. Out of the original four birds that we got from Zero, only one has made it, Harry Potter (Doodlebug's bird). Anora and Brew seem to both be mates to Harry Potter, Reggie would have nothing to do with anyone else after Matilda died. We had six eggs left, after the birds removed an egg from the nest that was unfertilized. So I had the brilliant idea of, hey I think I'll candle the eggs and see how far developed they are. So carefully, I took out the nest and I rolled the eggs out of the nest and into my hand. I couldn't believe how warm there were. It makes perfect sence of course, in order to be incubatedOne of the eggs was stuck in the nesting material, which means that I had to reach in and pull it out. On pulling it out, I noticed a little crack in the shell. No sooner did I pick it up and the thin fragile shell broke in my hand. Sending baby bird embryo and goo all over my hand. I was mortified, I had just killed one of the babies, in cold blood. The little guy/gal never stood at chance at being a beautiful little baby finch. Oh so carefully, I put the remaining five eggs back into the nest and even more carefully put the nest back in the cage, while the very noisy birdie mothers pecked at my hand, unmercifully. Did they know that I just murdered their baby? God, I hope not. I know it's just an egg, but when you watch the entire process from the beginning, it's really hard not to get attached. The birds also seem to be communal. They seem to talk back and forth together and work together to make nests and get food. They also seem to care for one another, ie Reginald and Matilda. Shouldn't be long now, though, till we have babies. Excitedly, we look everyday. The birds seem to be getting bigger, let's see it's been two and a half weeks sence the first bird egg was laid. It should be anytime now. August 26 Another Kid Friendly WeekendWell it's offical I have the kids again this weekend. I told their dad, The Smacktard, that he needed to provide the car seats for the kids in his own vehical. Both of the younger kids are under sixty pounds and in Missouri, they must be in a car seat to be riding. So I told him a couple weeks ago, that he should purchase his own. I didn't feel like I should provide those for him, he does have a job after all. A damn good one at that. He quit is job on August 1. He said he was tired of paying child support (dumbass). Anyways, so he said that money has been tight and he can't afford to get them car seats. You may wonder why I didn't let him use the ones that I did. Well it's simple. Once a week at least he calls just to remind me that he thinks im a "stupid fucking whore" and that he doesn't "want anything to do with those damn kids". Makes me sick breaks my heart, and I do the best that I can to just stear clear and avoid phone calls and all contact, well as much as possible. The kids watch him smoke pot constantly while they are over at his house. So in a way the car seat issue was a small one compared, but its the only thing I could think of to prevent the kids from coming over to his house. I figured the more the kids are not over there, the better that it's going to be.
So he showed up at 5:00pm to pick up the kids, and I had arranged with the police to be handy in case Smacky got froggy. I knew he didn't have a drivers licience to begin with and no insurance or proper tagging on the vehical too. So the police stopped him coming out of my apartment building. They made him sit on the tailgate of his truck waiting for the Officer Bullhorn to get out of the car. After several minutes another officer showed up and they had him lay down on the concrete face down, arms and legs spread eagle. I had to admit, I felt a little bad, but not to bad considering. Ally-tude was in the bathtub, and Doodlebug was laying on my bed on the opposit side of the building, listening to headphones. The police came up and talked to me, I told them the kids would not be going anywhere in a vehical where they wouldn't be safe. The cop went as far as to tell me "Well, you mean to tell me that the kids can't use their own car seats in their dad's vehical?" I said "That's right, and you don't know the half of it, that will come back trashed if they come back at all. No way." The officer went downstairs and within another five minutes, Smacktard was in handcuffs and being patted down. Within another five minutes, he was being taken away in a police car. Luck would have it that Doodle (the daddy's boy) got out of my room quietly and was looking out the window about the time that they cuffed his dad. Man did I feel like shit. I didn't mean for his dad to get arrested. I mainly just wanted to keep the kids with me, while their dad was on a down swing (he's bi-polar. When he's good he's awesome, when he's on a bad swing? It's a living hell, literally).
Toadman remembers, remembers what life was like with Smacktard. He hates going over there, and I told him that he has to talk to his dad about that, I can't let him stay home without his dad's permission. After being married to Smacky for seven and a half years, I've learned I can't change him. He's a jerk and he will be till he gets away from the dope. However, the kids don't quite understand that. Poor kids, I wish there was somthing I could do. Right now, all I can do is document, and save it up for a day when I can use it, to show the judge what a poor influence he is, and hope that somthing gets done this time. August 25 Sorta's Bunch Hangin OutLast night was Ally-tude's last night of Tumbling at the local Tumble Cheer chapter. For a child that has no grace at all, she sure can tumble. She trips over a spot on the carpet, but is more than willing to do flips and rolls on the trampoline. I was amazed to watch her do all her little stunts. I watched the older girls doing backflip after backflip, huge tricks on the bars, and even flips on the balance beams. I wish I could keep her in it. I think that when I find a job, maybe I'll try to put her in it again. The boys want to do it too, but I think that it would be a waste of money. Maybe boy scouts or karate would be better for them. Anyways, pictures below of Ally-tude on her last night in tumbling.
After tumbling we went on our run. We go to the boys' school and do our running there. In the playground is a fitness track and it has sit up sections and other types of things you can do to build strength and endurence. I'll post a separate blog entry about that another time. The kids play on the playground there while I run, and I don't have to worry about them getting jumped by a group of other kids, and I don't have to worry about them running away. The entire area is fenced in!! So I plug in my headphone, get some music pumping through my brain, and just move my feet. Run away from they day, run away from all the feelings that I shouldn't have. It felt good just to run. I only did six laps, which I was way disappointed in myself. I could do nine on July 4th, but I can't seem to get back up to that point. Maybe I need to change my music a bit, and that would help. I went from metal to country, and country is not workin out so great. Get some Godsmack or some Tool pumpin, I'll keep ya updated on how it's goin.
Last night, we got home about 9:00pm, which is about thirty minutes after little Sortas are supposed to be in bed, and I immeadiatly ran them through the bathtub and right into bed. By the time it was all said and done, it was quarter till ten. I finally headed to bed myself, thankful that I was so tired I couldn't think, and I don't really remember my head hitting the pillow. Blessed sleep, it felt so good. August 24 My Little MenI have two boys. Toadman and Doodlebug. Toad is nine now, and in fourth grade. Doodle is six, and in the first grade. For being brothers, I don't think these two kids could be any more different, yet so alike in things that they do. Toadman loves models and painting, he took third in the distric art fair last year for the entire third grade group in our entire school district. I think there are five elementary schools. Why did he rank so high? Toad took many different colors and spent hours coming up with the right color that he wanted. He talked another kid in class into giving him some glitter from her notebook. Literally, scraped all of it off so he could sprinkle it all over the fish. For the base of it, he used a regular color, but painted it to where it looked like it had a shadow across the bottom of it, giving it a 3-D look. All in all it was an awesome effect. I was so proud of him, I still brag about it to this day, obviously.
Doodle is a child of completely different making. Doodle loves to make contraptions. Once he rigged up a contraption to get dressed. He sleeps on the top bunk of his bed. The contraption fixed to the side of it, holding his pants to where all he had to do was slide right down into them. His shirt was suspended in the air so that all he had to do was sit up tall and reach up for the arm holes. He made these things out of yarn. With a million little knots, which required me to have to cut it all apart to wash the sheets and blankets. He was so unhappy with me. Doodle loves to draw. He doesn't draw the normal puppies, or cats, or stick people. He draws designs. In kindergarden last year, he designed a tree house, complete with how long each side should be, and how many planks high he wanted the walls to be. The teacher last year saved it for parent teacher conferences, I was so impressed. I took it to my dad's house and showed him, he was equally impressed. As Dad and I walked out of the garage, Doodle was trying to take apart the tractor with a wrench and hammer. Wonder how impressed he was then, LOL.
My boys, as normal boys, fight like you wouldn't believe. Toadman is fast to hit Doodle, while Doodle instigates the fights normally, then whines loudly for me to come "save him". Anymore, I just let them fight, but lately it has been driving me absolutly crazy. To the point of setting them both apart from each other and making Toad's bottom bunk bed, into a fortress that only he can go into. And Doodle's top bunk into a loft bed that only he can go into. Just when I thought things were going well in there? Another fight broke out. Frustrated and having lost all my patience I sent the boys outside to play. I live in a low income place, so going outside alone is a treat for them, there are alot of drugs and violence here, and I seldom allow them out. I looked out and didn't see any other kids, or any "bad guys", so I opened the window and let them play in their boundries. I went to the bathroom and came back out, and Toadman is getting jumped by four little black kids, two of them bigger than Toad! Furious I raced outside, leaving Ally-tude in the bathtub to fend for herself. I get out there and Doodle has the biggest kid from around the neck, while kicking him in the kidneys. Doodle is literally suspended in midair with his only support this kid that he's choking the life out of. Toadman has another one of the big kids down on the ground, beating the crap out of him with his bare hands. I grab both my boys and with one under each arm, we walk back into the building and to the second floor to my apaprtment. By the time we got to the living room, both boys were limp in my arms. I had never seen them fight anyone else like that, they had always beaten the hell outta each other! Come to find out, another kid had come up to Doodlebug and knocked him down, breaking his glasses. Toadman had come to Doodle's rescue, to save him from this other kids. Thats when the whole tribe of other kids started in. It was a 7 on 2 fight, and the boys were struggling to hold their own. I was furious! I know that boys fight, and I know that sometimes you have to fight even if you know that you're going to lose. That still doesn't make it any easier though for a mom. Not much I can do about it though, because the boys have to learn how to stand up for themselves, and I'm sure the last thing that they want is for mom to come and save the day, leaving the other kids to think that they are just momma's boys.
Regardless of all of the fights between my boys, I'm glad to see though, that they stand up for each other. So this morning, I walked the kids to the bus stop, and I seen a group of the same little boys, waiting for the boys. After all the kids got on the bus, I talked to the bus driver and explained what was going on. Her responce? "What do you want me to do about it?" Somtimes? I wonder what the point is.  August 23 Yay, My Blogger is Fixed!!Well after four days of messing with this damn thing I think I got it up and running again. Too much has went by for me to catch up, so I'll just pick up from here and go on.
Today was Ally-tude's first day of school!!! She started preschool today! She immediatly went to bed last night when asked, the first time, which totally shocked me. Normally, she needs a few drinks of water, a couple extra hugs, and don't forget Becky! Becky is her favorite doll right now. So when she immidatiatly jumped into bed, and was sound asleep in less than five minutes, I was completely floored. She was so excited about going to school. For years now, she's watched her older brother trotting off to school on the bus, or going with me to the school to eat lunch with them, or do some type of school activity. She's become my best helper for room parties and PTA functions that I've had to set up or go to. So now that it's her turn to go, she was so excited she could barely contain it.
She was up at 6:30am. Normally, she doesn't drag her happy little butt out of bed till at least 8:30 or so. Gave her a bath, blow dried her hair, put it up, and brushed her teeth. She picked out her favorite dress the night before and laid it out, then changed her mind at the last minute and started tearing through her closet. I have absolutley NO idea where she gets this from, I never do that (yeah right,you should see me get ready to go out, it's a mess. Yet I digress). So after several outfit changes I finally sit her down, re-do her hair, just as the boys are waking up and getting around.
The bus picked up between 7:15 and 8:00. Which left me and Ally-tude outside for the better part of fourty-five minutes. Leaving the boys in the apartment alone to fend for themselves to get ready. Normally, I sit there and read to them while they get ready for school, so without me right there to stop any play time, things ran amok. Before I knew it Doodlebug was coming to me whining how Toadman hit him, and Toadman on Doodlebug's heels telling me how he had every right to, and that Doodle should have done this and not that.... or somthing like that. Hell I don't know, they fight so much, I wanna smack them both half the time (they are actually great kids, all the fighting drives me insane somtimes). Anyways, so all of us are sitting on the front porch waiting for the little yellow school bus. Ally-tude sees the bus first and runs to the end of the sidewalk where the school bus picks up, and she's the first one on the bus.
She gets on the bus, and she sits next to the neighbor's little girl, and looks out the window. I think at that moment she realized, I wasn't going to school with her. She started to struggle a bit, and the bus attendent calmed her down and gave her a hug and Becky (her favorite doll, that I had snuck to the bus driver while Ally-tude wasn't looking) and then walked away. Ally-tude was looking out the window and she looked so sad. I felt terrible. A sigle tear rolled down my baby angel's face, and my heart broke. I had made up my mind that I would take her to school, and if she didn't like it, she could come home with me. After all, it's only preschool. Right then, the bus started to pull away. Leaving me with my hand in the air, waving to my little girl as she went off to her first day of school. The second the bus turned the corner, the tears came. I'm such a big cry baby at times, especially when it comes to the kids.
About 20 mintues after Ally-tude left for school, the boys were on the bus and on their way to their school. Leaving me all alone int he house. For those who don't know, ever sence I decided that I married a worthless piece of shit, oops I mean the kids' dad, I dedicated my life to my children. I've been a stay at home mom for 7 years now, and my life revolves completely around my three babies. I've let go of everything else, just to make sure they have what they needed.
Growing up, I lived in a kick ass house. The house rocked, was an old victorian style that my dad and my step-mother renovated over the years. As far as love and hugs and kisses though, I was severly lacking. I grew up having a very low self esteem, and never seemed to fit in anywhere. My dad drank alot at the time, and was very abusive towards me. His favorite wepon of choice was the belt or his fist. I hid it well I think, but I think alot of the grown ups knew. My step-mother was cold and indifferent towards me, but I didn't know any different, because I didn't meet my real mother (Gramma Beano) till I was an adult. Anywho, I digree. My point in bringing out the history book, is to show how much I love my kids. They are my everything, and in turn, I am there's. I give them 100% of everything about me.
So when I turned around to come inside my apartment, I realized for the first time, in a very long time, I was completely alone. Most stay at home mom's would have jumped for joy I think. Completely, happy-excited-thrilled to have some private time. I wasn't though. I sat at the kitchen table and made out bills, and found myself crying. Wondering if I was doing the right thing, and hoping that I hadn't made a mistake sending Ally-tude to preschool. I know in my heart it was the right thing to do, but it was still so hard. I thought I'd lay down, take and take a nap. I had sent out fifteen resumes and cleaned the house. As I laid down, I felt myself falling asleep, then jerked right back awake when I heard the trash man coming by to pick up the trash. I thought I had over slept and missed Ally-tude getting off the bus.
By the time Ally-tude got home, the quiet was about to drive me mad. I was there when she got off the bus, camera in hand. Her smile was so big, that she was the Chesire Cat. She was absolutely glowing. She had had a great day, and was so excited to share all her songs and adventures of the day. She came upstairs wiht me, ate a snack, and then fell asleep at the table, tuckered out from her morning of school. I picked her up and carried her to her bed, tears flowing again. This time because I was glad she was home, and even though she was asleep, at least I could look at her and keep her my baby angel for a little bit longer. August 22 TestingOk, here goes the first blog from an email
address. This is a test, only a test, from the Sorta's Busy Bunch
broadcasting system...... this is only a test. MSN Spaces Sucks ArseWell, I can't get into my blog from my house, so here I am at SBG's house and can finally update. It's been days now and I still can't upload an entry or even post a picture. It is starting to tick me off enough to go to BlogSpot. Anyways, thing are progressing normally at the Sorta household. School has started and Ally-tude starts school tomarrow. My baby angel is growing up, it breaks my heart. She leaves me at 7:15am in the morning. Inspections all this week, again. HUD loves to come look through things.
Last night we went to the laundry mat, all four of us. We were there till probably ten, and wouldyou believe all the kids actually helped to get the laundry done? The boys even carried it up for me this morning before the school bus picked them up. I was so proud of them. While we were at the laundry mat there was another mother, with her two children. Both were boys, and they seemed to be about Toad and Doodle's age (nine and six). They were completely running wild. They were running around screaming at each other and literally knocking things off the table. While my kids sat, Toad read us a story from our Dragon book series that we have been reading (second time around). I worked on my baby blanket for my step sisters' babies. I have to admit I was damn proud of my kids. They were so well behaved.
I never could get the pictures of R-town to load to this blog for Lil' Bit, so don't look for them to be posted. Hopefully, I can get something accomplished to make this better soon. On that note, apparently, someone thinks he has lost his mind. I'm guessing it was about me. Never seen anything wrong about someone trying to help someone who used to be a friend. Maybe, I shouldn't, last thing I want to do is cause problems. People grow and people change. Ten years ago, things were different, I guess to some they never change. I am thinking somthing happened after I left, either that or as a teenager, I was terrible, and I have to admit, I was prolly not the best kid in the world. I had issues, like every other teenager. Who does't! It's ok though. I've grown and changed. Not sure why it bothered me to read "YES I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!". Perhaps, I just think to much. Enough about that.
I can't wait for my blog to be active from my house. I miss my daily rants. Perhaps it will be up soon, and I won't have to drive to Independence just to blog. I've got it set to email publishing, maybe that will help. August 20 Blog for Lil' Bit --sorry can't upload pics please stand byI have an old dear from over in the "sand box" of the world. Iraq to be precise. Back in the day, when he said he wanted to go into the service it scared me to death and I wouldn't even talk about it. Of course this is before the big "Oil War" broke out. Last I talked to him, he wanted to do it. Now that he's a grown up, I guess he went and did exactly that. Lil Bit is truely a war hero. In his third tour, over in the desert, trying to live life and get by. He's an inspiration to me, when I get upset, I think of all of the things that he must be going through and the horrors of war. Especially in the medic feild. I have alot of pride for him, and I'm so proud of his accomplishments, and I'm sure his children are and will be also.
In the hopes of trying to keep his spirits up, I made this entry for him. Maybe some snap shots of R-town, the place where we both grew up, will help him to feel a little better, make him not so homesick. So here ya go, Lil Bit, just for you my friend. Keep up the heroic job and just keep breathing. We'll all be here when you get home.
edit: Ok so i'll try to make a page just for R-town pics and such. Spaces is being a pain in the ass. Sunday RamblingsNormally, I don't post on Sundays. However, the cartoons are still going and I finished another square for the blanket I'm making. However, the squares me be used for placemats. Eh, who knows. I also have a small book shelf that needs some loving care. Right now it's just primered, sitting in the corner holding up the candle holders. I'm thinking about painting it a black semi-gloss, I don't think I want anything flat. However, I have wood stained in my living room, so I'm not sure how good black is going to go. There was an idea that RiRi had, to get some bamboo looking wallpaper and afix it to the sides, like you would paint. Rearrange my fake flowers to make it look like a huge plant!! I could do that I guess. Maybe, we'll see.
The bird eggs still havn't hatched yet, we are coming up on a full week sence the first one. Usually the incubation period for these eggs are ten days. That means only a few more days until we have babies!!!! On better news, I got my test results back from the Endchro. No cancer. Yay!! Three years cancer free! Viva La Sorta!! Had a weird dream about a haunted house, would you believe it was the house that I lived in as a child? I've lived in a haunted house before, it's scarey yet exciting at the same time. More later on my fascination with the paranormal. OOOOooooooooohhhhhhhh spooky ;) August 18 Good-bye Annie, Hello Lil' BitWell I was so excited about trying out for Annie this year at the Theater Park in Gladstone. I have been practicing and singing up a storm trying to get my voice back into shape. Would you believe audtions were Tuesday!! I was really bummed out. I figured they would be till sometimes around Christmas. I guess they did auditions early because of all the kids that will be in the play. So looks like I won't be auditioning for the play, as much as I wanted to. However, there is always the year after, and they do need help with the sets and things of this nature. I'm just gonna have to bide my time, keep practicing and wait! UHG!!
Thats the end of this weeks blog fest. Welcome to a new reader....... Lil' Bit. Sign up and you can blog right along with us. Don't worry man, I won't tell anyone where ya got your name. Old radio shows, Old birds, ......Being single again has it's many downfalls, however it has alot of good things too. I have been getting out more with the kids, and we have been having a blast. Ally-tude had gymnastics last night. I swear that child is part monkey. She's already walking on the beam above the "foam block pit". Last night, she did a roll, stood back up, rolled again, then jumped off. I was in shock. I'm 30 years old, and to be honest, even with those foam blocks there in the pit, I still would have been terrified. Not Ally-tude though, she just keeps on pushing the limits and boundries, not only mine, but hers as well. Toadman bought a new model last night, he worked on it till prolly ten, saying all the while "Just one more minute mom! I'm almost done!" Finally at ten, two hours after bedtime, I forced him into submission. It is a snap-together plane model that he redid the paint scheme on. He's so proud of it. Doodlebug brought home a book yesterday, and read it to me. Not that he couldn't read before, cause he could, he read one of Toad's favorite books from first grade. Moonbear. He really seems to be liking first grade.
Every night, instead of TV we have been listening to old radio shows. This weeks set is the "Ray Bradbury Theater". Has a ton of sci-fi stories from Orsen Well's War of the Worlds to Dimension X or X-One series. At first the kids thought it was pretty cheesey, but the more they listen to it, the more they seem to enjoy it. While listening to the old radio shows, I have been working on blocks for the new blanket (I think) that I'm making. I've had to put down the other blanket for awhile, it was litterally driving me insane. The same color over and over and over. With the blocks though, I can connect them to make a new structure. For now though, it's fun to make the blocks, and I really think this is gonna be the better way to make a blanket.
Oh yes there is more news, I noticed that the birds have started to lay more eggs. I am up to seven eggs in one of the nests now. I think both of my females are laying in one next. While Sir Reggie won't let anyone else in his/Matilda's (my poor dead bird) nest, that leaves all three of the other birds to nest in the opposit nest in the cage. Which makes Harry Potter a stud. What man hasn't dreamed of two women to call his very own. *wink*. It's been a week sence the first set of eggs was laid. I can't wait to see how many hatch.
(censored..... for those that have already read it? EEK!) August 17 Sorta: Emotional Wreck or Self AnalysistI know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe, and someone said I was a snake, I'd think, no, actually I'ma giraffe.
- Richard Gere Today when I signed online, I seen this quote on my google homepage. As much as I could care less about Richard-Dick Queer I have to admit I really like his quote. I have a problem trying to get people to understand what I am saying, and try to get them to accept my way of thinking. Somtimes this is just a huge pain in the ass, and other time, it drives me completely crazy. Especially with my exhusband, he's kind of a lunitic anyways these days, but he never fails to tell me how worthless and invaluable I am. From little things like Ally-tude starting school next week to big things, like he quit his job so he didn't have to pay child support. I won't go onto a tirade about him right now, I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that later on down the "blog" road. Sometimes, I have to force myself to calm down and to think rationally. What exactly as you trying to prove, and what good is it going to do to prove it. Will it cause me more head/heartache than it's worth? Or is this somthing that is completely out of my control to begin with? I'm trying to learn to be more patient and understanding that not everyone thinks and believes like I do. I think it's the ever-present need to be accepted. Even though, I shouldn't care what other people think, sometimes the things that others say hurt me deeply. To the point where I start to question my OWN self worth and values. The most I can do is try to always remain calm. My worst fear is being so non-emotional that i damage the kids self esteem. I don't worry about flying off the handle in a fit of rage (normally). I very seldom get that mad. I internalize alot of the feelings that I have. I've always been like that. That's why I like blogging. I get to let it all out, and just be me. I'm not constantly getting a drink of water, or kissing a boo boo. Somtimes, I just need to be me. I guess that's why I like this quote so much. Even though no one else may believe in me, or stand behind me, as long as I believe in myself, I can accomplish great things. August 16 School DaysToday was the first day of school! So of course the boys were up at 4:30am getting ready. UHG. Luckily, they are old enough to get themselves dressed. I finally got up about 5:30am, and we read our dragon book, we made our lunches, and double checked that we had everything ready. Finally at ten till eight I could hold them off no longer. We walked down to the school, and I let the kids run all over the playground for a bit, to run off some of that energy. The boys were so excited, they were jumping out of their skins! I managed to wrangle them all in, so that we could go into the school. With my camera ever present, I began snapping a whirl-wind of pictures. I'll add them in my add photos, but I want to set up a photobucket account. I just havn't had time.
We went to each of our new classrooms and took a picture and even got a picture with Dr. To-Ward our favorite principal. Hope ya get a kick out of the pics, I had a blast taking them! |
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