Gravity… January 15, 2008

There are some people in this world that have what I call “gravity”. Its that little something extra that draws people to them, even though they may not really know the person at all. Its that spark that makes people want to be around them, and love them, and be with them.

 I definitely think my second born has it. I am constantly amazed at the way people are just drawn to her. She has that little sparkle that makes people constantly want to hug her, and kiss her, and take her home with them; and if she isn’t around, they ask about her and how she is doing.

I know that not everyone has gravity, but I think that the ones who do are blessed; and I am thankful that with all the hardships that my daughter has had to endure healthwise, that she is fortunate to have this.

Good Morning Kisses… January 3, 2008

Being a mom definitely has its perks. I think my favorite are the “good morning kisses” that I get from my son. Every morning he crawls over to me and gives me kisses to wake me up. It makes me appreciate the fact that I am a stay-at-home mommy, and that I don’t need to rush off to get ready for work and leave him with a sitter all day.

Dear Shit Talkin’ MF’er: Part 2 December 20, 2007

DISCLAIMER: As in part 1, there will be swearing…so turn back now if you are easily offended.

Dear Shit Talkin’ MF’er,

Perhaps you haven’t had a chance to read my previous post, so let me say that when I said I was done with you I meant it. What makes you think I would waste my breath by speaking your name?! You are DEAD to me. In my world YOU NO LONGER EXIST, and I am a much better person for it.

The basis for your latest accusations have no merit! The people who you think I’ve been talking to, have not heard from me since I left almost 2 years ago. So quit being an arrogant asshole, thinking that I’ve even wasted a second of my time thinking about you.

In case you didn’t hear me before, let me say it again:

YOU ARE DEAD TO ME. YOU NO LONGER EXIST. YOU MADE THE CHOICE TO BE A SHIT TALKIN’ MOTHERFUCKER.

All I can say, is that karma is a mean ol’ bastard…and one day all of your misdeeds will come back to bite you in your fat fuckin’ ass.

So fuck off. Fucker.

I’m Gonna Eat You Up! December 19, 2007

The other night, I got my son dressed up to go to his older sister’s hula recital. He looked so cute in his little khaki shorts and aloha shirt…like a little man. So I proclaimed, “OMG you are so cute I just want to eat you up!”. I turned around, and a split second later he was wailing. He had the faint outline of a tiny bitemark on his cheek, and his middle sister stood there with a slightly guilty look on her face.

“Did you do this?!” I asked, and she started to cry while nodding to indicate that she had. Then *FLASHBULB*! I put two-and-two together and realized that when I had said that I wanted to “eat him up”, she had taken it literally and tried to do just that.

It took me quite a bit longer to calm her down than it did her brother, and I realized that when it comes to kids…you really have to watch what you say! *ROFL*

Dear Shit Talkin’ MF’er… December 11, 2007

 DISCLAIMER: There will be a lot of swearing going on in this post, so if you are easily offended then don’t read any further.

Dear Shit Talkin’ Motherfucker, 

 Seriously…if you are going to talk shit don’t talk shit to my best friend. Are you fucking retarded? Do you think she’s not going to tell me? Or is that part of your sick plan…you tell her these things knowing that it will come back to me?

I really believed you when you said that I could count on you no matter what. And that if there was no one else in the world willing to help me out, that you would be there always. How fucking stupid was I to believe you? For once, I let my guard down and look at where that got me…back to square one thinking that when it comes down to it, the only person I can depend on is ME.

So FUCK YOU. Lose my phone number, forget my email address, and don’t ever think about having anything to do with me again, because this time I am writing you off for good. And trust me when I say that I am not bitter about any of this. I am PISSED OFF AT MYSELF for allowing you to mislead me in this way when I KNEW BETTER.

Fucker.

I Am Not A Freakin’ Bus Service December 11, 2007

Yeah, another hateful post (2 in 1 day, YIKES!), so turn around now if you don’t want to be offended.

 Aaarrrgghhh! Just because I drive a vehicle that seats 8 people doesn’t mean I want to have 8 people sit in it. The only people I want to drive around are my 3 kids and hubby. Yet, for some reason I get stuck with my friend’s daughter at least 3 days out of the week.

I know, I should just get the nuggets to tell her to pick up her own daughter. But how can I put it to her nicely? I mean, our kids go to the same school and we live in the same town. I have no reason not to pick her up. But gawd dangit, I am NOT a freakin’ bus service!

Rain, Rain, Go Away… November 30, 2007

Normally, I enjoy the rain. I also love the rumble of thunder and the lightning flashes. But I have to say that on the third straight day of rain, I’ve had enough. On top of that, there was a landslide 2 days ago right at the entrance road to my daughter’s school. After driving through the red dirt mud twice a day (and thereby having to wash my WHITE vehicle twice a day) it’s getting a little old.

Too Damn Busy! November 9, 2007

It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to sit and blog…and let me tell you, there are a LOT of things that I’ve been wanting to blog about…but there is just NO time. Between taking the girls to school, running errands, entertaining my son, and working on my online class I’ve had ZERO blogging time.

I’m actually getting screamed at by both daughters (at full volume of course) while I sit here…so I am off to tend to them. Hopefully I’ll get some blogging time soon…I need it.

My Ol’ Girl… October 22, 2007

For some weird reason, my sister-in-law decided to ask me about my ol’ girl this past Saturday. “How’s your old dog?” she said, to which I replied “That ol’ girl is gonna live FOREVER!”. Little did I know how wrong I was.

Sassy was 15 years old, which is 105 in dog years. I can still remember bringing her home when she was a puppy, I was 13. When I got my license, we’d go to the beach together or I’d take her to visit my grandparents. Then it was off to college and my parents kept her, because she was as much a part of the family as any one of us kids were.

After dad passed away, and my family and I moved back into the house my husband made a feeble attempt at talking me into giving her up. “Forget it!” I screamed, “She’s got more seniority at this house than you or the kids!”. I guess after she bit him, which was his fault anyway, he was nervous about having her around the kids. So I taught the girls to be respectful of her…not to pull her ears, or her tail, and to leave her alone when she was eating.

Although she was arthritic and going deaf, I think she had a few more years left in her. Unfortunately, on that fateful Saturday I forgot to close the gate when I got home from running errands. I didn’t notice that she had ambled over to the neighbor’s house, which she knew she wasn’t supposed to do, and I went inside to put away groceries and relax.

About half an hour later, I heard someone calling me outside. The neighbor’s friend had accidentally run her over with his truck while reversing in their driveway. Neither one of them had noticed that she was sleeping under the truck.

So now my ol’ girl is gone. I hope her spirit is young again, and that she has met up with our other family dogs that have gone before her. None of them were as special to me as she was…and yes I know it’s corny to eulogize your dog…but she was the last tangible remnant of my teenage memories, and thus she will be missed.

Door-to-Door Religion… October 9, 2007

I am not a spiritual person by any means. I am not even sure if God and Heaven and the Devil and Hell even exist. I mean, I’m sure there is a higher Being out there that kind of oversees us all…but I don’t believe that Being has the power to intervene in our lives and meddle in our affairs all willy-nilly.

That being said, what is up with people knocking on your door peddling their religions? I mean, if their religion was so great in the first place they wouldn’t have to recruit, people would be knocking down the church doors trying to get in!

Yesterday, I had a visit from two young men that attend the same church that my mom does. They had found out that I had previously taken their “lessons” but chose not to be baptized, and they wanted to try and convince me that returning to their “faith” would be in my best interests. I wanted to list for them all the reasons why I thought that their religion was a joke, but I restrained myself. Of course, I don’t want to call that particular religion out here, but let me just say this: any religion that can make up it’s own rules as it goes along, is DEFINITELY one that I don’t want to be a part of.