Thursday, July 20, 2006

A Meme Virgin

No more!

1.How old do you wish you were? I'm 33, and that's good enough for me.
2. Where were you when 9/11 happened? Driving down the road, 8 months pregnant with my second son. They announced on the radio that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and I remember originally thinking it was probably some small, single engine plane. It wasn't until I was home and turned on the TV that I realized how bad it truly was.
3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Beat the crap out of them.
4. Do you consider yourself kind? Mostly, except when I'm not.
5. If you HAD to get a tattoo, where would it be? The small of my back. I went to get one when I was in college, but I totally wimped out. Ever since I had my first son sans epidural, I've thought I should go get one, but...
6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish.
7. Do you know your neighbors? Yes. We don't hang out or anything, but I know my neighbors on each side of me.
8. What do you consider a vacation? These days it wouldn't take much... just some time to myself to read and relax.
9. Do you follow your horoscope? No.
10. Would you move for the person you loved? Yes, although I've always told him that I'd follow him anywhere as long as it doesn't get cold there, then he's on his own.
11. Are you touchy feely? Only with my husband and kids. Everyone else needs to keep their paws to themselves.
12. Do you believe that opposites attract? Yes.
13. Dream job? I think I'm doing it... a meaningful job out of the home working with kids and an even more meaningful job of being a mommy to my own.
14. Favorite channel(s)? TLC and HGTV.
15. Favorite place to go on weekends? No where, I like home.
16. Showers or Baths? Showers. I can't sit still long enough for a bath.
17. Do you paint your nails? Just my toes.
18. Do you trust people easily? Oh heavens, NO.
19. What are your phobias? The ocean. Ick! I love to be near it, but never in it.
20. Do you want kids? I have plenty, thanks!
21. Do you keep a handwritten journal? I've started many, but lose interest.
22. Where would you rather be right now? Sitting on a nice warm balcony overlooking the ocean with my husband.
23. Heavy or light sleeper? It depends on how tired I am.
24. Are you paranoid? No, I don't have time for all the thinking that requires.
25. Are you impatient? Yes! Patience is a virtue I have no time for.
26. Who can you relate to? I have a couple of great friends with my same twisted sense of humor... they "get" me.
27. How do you feel about interracial couples? It's all good with me... and they make beautiful children.
28. Have you been burned by love? Well, yeah.
29. What's your favourite pick up line? I don't know any pick up lines.
30. What's your main ringtone on your cell? Zippity doo dah.
31. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping. I'm wild like that.
32. What did the last text on your mobile phone say? That my payment is now due.
33. Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine.
34. What color shirt are you wearing? Brown.
35. Most recent movie you watched? Failure to Launch rental.
36. Name three things you have on you at all times? Lip gloss, sunglasses, kids.
37. What color are your bed sheets? Floral... lots of colors.
38. How much cash do you have on you right now? Not much. I never do.
39. What is your favorite part of the chicken? Breast.
40. What's your favourite town/city? Estes Park, CO
41. I can't wait till: Bedtime.
42. Who got you to join myspace? I haven't.
43. What did you have for dinner last night? Burger and fries at my sons request.
44. How tall are you barefoot? 5' 6”
45. Have you ever smoked heroin? No.
46. Do you own a gun? No, but I come from a family of gun slingin' folk.
47. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? My drug of choice... Coffee, coffee, and more coffee.
48. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? I quit trying to lure in the opposite sex after I met my husband 13 years ago, so I don't really remember.
49. Do you have A.D.D.? No, I've got my own issues though.
50. What time did you wake up today? 7:15.
51. Current worry? Selling our house, my "baby" starting school in TWO freakin' weeks.
52. Current hate? Stupidity and racism.
53. Favorite place to be? In my bed reading.
54. Where would you like to travel? Anywhere and everywhere.
55. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs? Well, at the rate I'm going, not far from where I am... working and still raising 2 boys.
56. Last thing you ate? Burger.
57. What songs do you sing in the shower? Cool Rider from Grease 2... odd, now that I think about it.
58. Last thing that made you laugh? My son.
59. Worst injury you've ever had? Well, let's just say it involved giving birth to a big headed baby.
60. Does someone have a crush on you? If so, they haven't mentioned it.
61. What's your favorite candy? When it comes to candy, I'm not picky.
62. What song is stuck in your head? Right now it's the stinkin' Cool Rider song from Grease 2, for crying out loud.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Come on down.

I live in the South, born and raised in the South. I am college-educated... of course, that was in the South too. I love the South. I love warm, no... make that HOT weather. There are fantastic and wonderful and quite intelligent people living all over the South. Why, oh why, must any Southerner ever shown on any Dateline, CNN, or the like, be the most idiotic sounding person below the Mason-Dixon line? I know the whole Southern accent thing... it can certainly make an incredibly bright person seem to lose a few IQ points once they open their mouth, but for crying out loud! I just wish that, at least occasionally, I would see an intelligent Southerner on the news. Although... the people I see on the news? the ones without their teeth? They are the ones standing around outside their trailers after the tornado has come and gone. Does make it easy for interviewing.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Time flies when you're...well...

I realized that it has been over a year since I first started this blog and my last post. I mean, I knew it had been a while, but I had no idea. I started reflecting a bit over what on earth I had been doing for the past year. And then... oh yes... my Jerry Springer, white trash family popped into my head. You see, shortly after I started this blog in March of 2005, my nephew moved in. He was 22 months old at the time. His mother (my step-sister... STEP... no blood relation, just so we're clear) lost custody of him because 1. she had been pulled over by a police officer and given a DUI a few months before and shared with the police officer that she had left her son with his drunk, passed out, white trash daddy (her baby-daddy) and 2.she decided to get drunk one afternoon and pass out on the couch while her 22 month old walked out the front door and down the very busy road she lives on. Nice! Yes, these were 2 seperate events on 2 seperate days... and not the only beer induced events that had taken place since the birth of her child. So DFCS took him away, finally, and we (my husband, two children, and I) brought him home with us.

My step-sister was put into a 9 month re-hab facility and given her "plan" that she had to complete in order to regain custody of her son. She spent the full 9 months there, but did get weekend passes on occasion where she would get drunk, but sober up before she had to check back in. And her first night out after NINE FREAKIN' MONTHS? drunk! Yes, she got rip-roarin' drunk to celebrate her graduation from re-hab. Hello? Is it just me or is this pure craziness? Her baby-daddy never saw the child the entire time and he hasn't seen him again since. What has this poor little boy been born into? DFCS still hasn't completely severed her rights to him and she completely refused to let him continue to stay with us... Apparently she thinks that I think I'm better than her... Well, frankly that's not hard to accomplish. Sorry, but it's true. So after being with us a year, we had to give him to his grandparents. He calls me mommy. I never asked him to call me that. My husband never asked to be called daddy. Sad.

Alrighty, well pop yourself a Prozac now that I've depressed the heck out of myself and anyone else reading along. Whew! Sorry about that. The good news is that I am SO able to find good in where he is and how he is doing. And I'm able to find a whole lot of sick and twisted humor in her very strange and pathetic life. It is sad, so sad that you just have to laugh, so you don't drive your car off the nearest bridge. HA!

Now I know why I completely forgot about this blog. I was up to my eyeballs in raising not 2, but 3 boys and all the laundry that goes with it. So now you know.

What a shame...

Well, I posted once and never came back... until today. I told you, I'm not good at following through, but wow! I thought I'd be better than that!

Life is a struggle and marriage is a struggle and parenting is a struggle and it just goes on. But it is also the most amazing thing ever and so worth every struggle and heartbreak.

We have our house up for sale. Now that can cause a girl some serious stress. I'm tired of waiting. I just want to sell this sucker and get on with life. Of course, there's always something, isn't there? So once the house sells and I think life is back to normal... well, there will be something new. I suppose it is about time that I learned to let go. I'm way too anal for that though. I'm a control freak, I have OCD, call it what you will... it comes down to stress all.the.time! I do it to myself. I know this. I just don't know how to stop it. It is what it is.

How is it that children can give you the greatest joy and the greatest frustration all at the same time? Right now, I can hear their little voices and they are so precious, but then the whining and the fighting starts (again!) and the preciousness is gone and irritation sets in. I love them both with every bit of myself... with more love than I even knew I had to give, but at the same time they can push me to the edge and seriously tempt me to jump! I know I'm not alone in this, but I can't help but wonder why?!