tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43624859988185987972024-02-19T04:51:18.693-05:00Confessions of a Potty Mouth Mommy...Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-40823746353403401662013-04-10T12:30:00.002-04:002013-04-10T12:30:06.259-04:00TANTRUMS...ugh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcbStZAg0jXb_H8LI7QBzPIV3OL81yyRoyokDg4Dg0PLTugTL1VUycQ_ov1f9DmfgvAxucdeZXQ4M__x3RX1eIPaxZNuB3jq_MV8ba1hXV7_hcXimsT1M_7ktaKKlYQqjgPkMPvYcfq_Z/s1600/IMG_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdcbStZAg0jXb_H8LI7QBzPIV3OL81yyRoyokDg4Dg0PLTugTL1VUycQ_ov1f9DmfgvAxucdeZXQ4M__x3RX1eIPaxZNuB3jq_MV8ba1hXV7_hcXimsT1M_7ktaKKlYQqjgPkMPvYcfq_Z/s200/IMG_0095.JPG" width="200" /></a>Is this a phase? Why the fuck does my kid think throwing his body to the ground and yelling "mommmmy mommmmy" will somehow get me to change my mind? "Oh... you are on the ground screaming mommy? Ok... go ahead and stay outside alone, you are almost 2. I bet you can handle it..." Um NO....<br />
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The best had to be the other day at the Outlet mall lol. Of course my mother is here visiting and we decided we needed to get some things from the outlet mall. Pretty much shoes for my spoiled man-child brother, and some stuff for Js bday.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRq0PWSFtvNMymtWve29Q9QheMDF1TmE3QcIRH2HuNJLLs8QNU3hWSNtg0EkJ69l-trDYnMzya2x_W8pn0xYjRV141CevWLsvdE64KYYxfnaK-qIYeQfG4iHSlMFDOtbin1yIB6y3CDISl/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRq0PWSFtvNMymtWve29Q9QheMDF1TmE3QcIRH2HuNJLLs8QNU3hWSNtg0EkJ69l-trDYnMzya2x_W8pn0xYjRV141CevWLsvdE64KYYxfnaK-qIYeQfG4iHSlMFDOtbin1yIB6y3CDISl/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>After we shove everyone in, and are at the light to turn in, i have a revaluation. THE STROLLER. WE EFFIN FORGOT THE DAM MUNCHKIN STRAIGHT JACKET! Now my nerves are completely shot. I have his leash but I know how well that works. Gray will walk just fine on his "monkey leash". But he will only walk the way he wants, and leave a path of destruction worse then hurricane andrew.... FUCKING DOUCHETASTIC... gotta love toddlers.<br />
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So we finally find a parking spot, untangle the passengers and leash up the devil child. We walk. So far all was well. A couple with a stroller walk by saying how much they wish their little booger faced spawn would walk so nicely with a leash. I just smile condescendingly.<br />
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Hot dogs. Sounds like a good idea since no one has eaten and the man children weigh about 50 pounds if you smush them on the scale together. Thats when g gets restless. Waiting for some pimple faced kid to dish out 4 hot dogs and 4 drinks for almost 30 dollars was time consuming. He wanted to walk! We get them, he screams, we sit, he eats, sucks down moms lemonade and we continue. Yep lemonade. Home made... extra sugar.... fml.<br />
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Next we hit the pretzel place. Is this seriously how we are shopping? Yes i would like to spend 50 <br />
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dollars on a brand new fat roll please. And add some salt and extra sugar to my toddler please. Grayson, there, throws his first full body spasm fit. My mom is holding him and people are staring. The shrill screaming coming from such a little body is quite amazing. How can you not stare?? Ugh.... ok moving on. And avoiding ice cream and doughnuts of course, we decide to send andrew to journeys and hit the childrens place. ACTIVATE MELTDOWN IN 5, 4, 3.....<br />
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Ahhh the childrens place. I can spend a good 45 min in there every trip. But my mother is already at her limit and totally regretting ever spending countless skype time yelling at me for scolding my "sweet little innocent baby". Oh dear mother, welcome to my world. At this point i have picked up about 50 dollars worth of summer clothes and I am trying to decide on a swim combo. Monkeys or dogs? Hmmmm... they are both cute. I hear something distracting me though. Its the familiar sound of my other talking through her teeth... hehehehe.<br />
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American eagle. I needed to get J a few things for his birthday also. So we make an unexpected stop <br />
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We make it to journeys, andrew buys way over priced shoes. Grayson throws some things on the ground and we pile back into the extremely hot truck. Annoyed... not done shopping, and sweaty as hell in mere april.<br />
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This is what an outing is like for me on a daily. My mother thinks he is a sweet innocent little baby, i think this trip has changed her opinion forever. Good job little chunk, you will soon be known as little devil... and gogo will be buying you less presents for the rest of your life! LMAO<br />
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<br />Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-77648979915501565322013-03-28T12:32:00.002-04:002013-03-28T12:40:07.648-04:00Its been a while.... <br />
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I have not blogged in so long that it feels foreign. Between baby sitting and watching 2 toddlers and also my call of duty addiction time seems to be running low for publishing irrelevant blurbs on the internet. Not much has changed in the past few months. Still enjoying my son, enjoying our new house, and hating republicans lol.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbfaIzrmBh7aTqEmYNTOjBjfEN-YiNBz4rd3-qUAgwwlYdO0v76Y_Gz-z6Y8kTOqrcimECiIBnu6P0jx1prziKrFSOtlwgmfQxF7n2Qu7OXZtlQaKBR8AvFx8SJrtbheGPatk_2mdDM8K/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbfaIzrmBh7aTqEmYNTOjBjfEN-YiNBz4rd3-qUAgwwlYdO0v76Y_Gz-z6Y8kTOqrcimECiIBnu6P0jx1prziKrFSOtlwgmfQxF7n2Qu7OXZtlQaKBR8AvFx8SJrtbheGPatk_2mdDM8K/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a>The newest issue being for gay rights. Why are these even issues? It will never seize to amaze me on why people give a crap whether others are happy and in love. I mean are you really that homophobic? The amount of people i know who are uneducated on politics scares me. Yes they have an opinion on mainstream issues, but to them, they are not political lol. Ok... however you want to see it is fine by me. But when it comes to politics in America, i see them as <br />
issues for every single citizen. Especially civil rights. Anyways....<br />
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I have also had some recent updates on "Ned" lol. Seems he is back into drugs publicly, resulting in surgery for an infection in his arm. To quote him "Yea so what, after 6 years i relapsed". Um... really ned? 6 years... or six minutes? I don't know if any of his adult life has ever been sober. He also explained why nedalla makes him so very happy. Why you ask? Because he doesn't have to lie to her. She condones all his actions. Including the two most recent felonies. In which i have a feeling any lovin she will be posting on her facebook status updates will be conjugal visits... for Ned will be back in prison before you know it. Its just so sad... how can someone you planned to make a life with end up being such a scum bag. eww.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbbX8LushQTsEGoJFYnNGvk5YoCWTAiEnP5SxEra5Si8Tnvi-zClxc501jMBVuA2YGCkfk77EL8oeVGprlEwrLo0eGOuz20UYq1zWKNcoV7slZZgrmnVPistA6ZDdTQ6LT85aKnAFjDqR/s1600/1335217745679_6480837.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbbX8LushQTsEGoJFYnNGvk5YoCWTAiEnP5SxEra5Si8Tnvi-zClxc501jMBVuA2YGCkfk77EL8oeVGprlEwrLo0eGOuz20UYq1zWKNcoV7slZZgrmnVPistA6ZDdTQ6LT85aKnAFjDqR/s200/1335217745679_6480837.png" width="200" /></a>Rearing children has to be one of the most controversial debates around. There is always someone who believe their child can do no wrong. Or beats some sense into their kid. Or smothers them with love. Then there are some people who grasp from each parenting basket and form their own methods. Either way.... remember when you are done with that child, the rest of us have to put up with them and their behavior. I wonder if neds mother feels like a failure. She does have 2 children on drugs and another void of any emotion what so ever. Please... if there is a strange bearded man in the sky deciding my fate... don't let me be like her!<br />
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So not much to write about lately.... since i ridded myself of mommy board drama, fake friends, and creepy druggy exes, life is simply, purely, wonderfully, boring. Makes for a happy girl... and a boring blog ;)<br />
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<br />Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-26017432924826655232013-01-20T09:14:00.002-05:002013-01-20T09:16:08.054-05:00What is wrong with our society?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj9Zjau1HxwVgq6hWt8e_dhp9G0qep-MRMdgyd5zDJvdPHsExeCVOa-Qgyz9CKPeNUUlfXFVp6v9cr9htJ8fXPJNRK9BqkTybpNheqbVXzbBb1JoHkJEruw5VDyYRHP14YlxmHKpmlO9P/s1600/imagesCAMKV1HI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNj9Zjau1HxwVgq6hWt8e_dhp9G0qep-MRMdgyd5zDJvdPHsExeCVOa-Qgyz9CKPeNUUlfXFVp6v9cr9htJ8fXPJNRK9BqkTybpNheqbVXzbBb1JoHkJEruw5VDyYRHP14YlxmHKpmlO9P/s200/imagesCAMKV1HI.jpg" width="200" /></a>Since when did people stop raising their children? Since when did morals become replaced with religion and guns? Since when did the safety of children need to be defended by armed guards? <br />
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Our society is so disgusting. Sometimes just my facebook news feed can scare me enough to lock my front door. I never knew how much danger lurked within people you know. Drug dealers, drug users, religious fanatics, and right wing activists scare me. Whether it be gay marriage, gun laws, or wayward teenagers, some people are clueless band wagoners. Wake up and inform yourselves people... because it gets tiring correcting all of your babble. When did just being a good person, and not injuring other people (verbally or physically) become far, and few between. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNdBTTgKvnfol0h7V_WDNsmUQNVqGdqEMjNekldCjdgsLgiPDhWc0Qg3K4SF2nRVeCfx7X_anAhH4f98Vxj2YJcFAgjocklbjHEdaQoAWnWw1ljOOYFhpryvsRWv7gf3BDjTny-mpELRb/s1600/imagesCA6YYO1N.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNdBTTgKvnfol0h7V_WDNsmUQNVqGdqEMjNekldCjdgsLgiPDhWc0Qg3K4SF2nRVeCfx7X_anAhH4f98Vxj2YJcFAgjocklbjHEdaQoAWnWw1ljOOYFhpryvsRWv7gf3BDjTny-mpELRb/s200/imagesCA6YYO1N.jpg" width="200" /></a>I just wanted to go to the county fair. I should be able to do so without fear of gang violence. Someone decided to take that right from me, yet they did so while boasting THEIR RIGHT to the second amendment. Currently via social media, there is a picture of a memo floating around to local law enforcement stating a threat on our fair with gun violence. Why would this be ok? Who is lacking morals so badly, and so full of evil they would want to harm strangers in a petting zoo? The fair is a place to take small children to make memories, not to wear their first bullet proof vest. You should be able to ride the ring of fire, without fear of gun fire. You should be able to eat a greasy sandwich without fear of a knuckle sandwich, or pistol pudding. Since when were the cheap rides not your biggest fear at the fair?<br />
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I guess being anti-gun, pro-gay, and almost communist can leave you questioning the hate in others. Who is raising such horrible children? What exactly are they putting in the milk? Who cares about little girls with boobies at 12.. I am more worried about little boys with guns and bandanna's. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuujfFos7nIuWimDEK4YgarVYQUKepaf7xjKawYZiW4_NB26iGQ2j3G2n8f8towTZV996qdJvVSZXixxtlOAGvd6A_pgP1ve_PPB0nZK0MODExDUAR0PLu7p5mPfFTxUwqYo6jmXu1m08g/s1600/imagesCAWLJZ6E.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuujfFos7nIuWimDEK4YgarVYQUKepaf7xjKawYZiW4_NB26iGQ2j3G2n8f8towTZV996qdJvVSZXixxtlOAGvd6A_pgP1ve_PPB0nZK0MODExDUAR0PLu7p5mPfFTxUwqYo6jmXu1m08g/s200/imagesCAWLJZ6E.jpg" width="200" /></a>No matter what anyone has to say about the right to spout off hate at the mouth, shoot polar bears, or condemn people on government assistance, I will never change my outlook on life. The outlook of bettering this country for my child to grow up in. For continuing the war on drugs, and or the fight for equality. Does this make me a bad person? My beliefs are different than yours, so obviously I am the issue right? If so, I would get out the mirror, a bible, and the daily show and revise your morals accordingly. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibK0O59DogFjBz-k7_pOitKipTiLl5RTB_XzYA7DfU9u8FBZs5zhOp2x1tgDnIuK4sp5EP5_NqoKQorTDCRqmFEfUEXEd2NZ_b35TLrhrY0c22NUv_6BibXKspQ9xJAPn485VI_7G-W0sg/s1600/imagesCARSCPJ7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibK0O59DogFjBz-k7_pOitKipTiLl5RTB_XzYA7DfU9u8FBZs5zhOp2x1tgDnIuK4sp5EP5_NqoKQorTDCRqmFEfUEXEd2NZ_b35TLrhrY0c22NUv_6BibXKspQ9xJAPn485VI_7G-W0sg/s200/imagesCARSCPJ7.jpg" width="200" /></a>My brother showed me a "tweet" that was posted by another high school student claiming to be the one who placed the threat to the fair. This "tweeter" found this amusing? How sad for his parents. To think your child could be out there right now, making false threats to the police, and joking about gun violence after our nations random shooting history, is sick and pathetic. Is this how the bible raised your child? And the biggest laugh comes from the fact that we allowed this child's parents to get married and procreate a little monster, but god forbid 2 men should marry and mind their own fucking business. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBPINCYnVyl8SnNS3bJGLdNjW_lgeet3y0To3YA-HVLOsS3uKxRxQAT0J-U5Zbii4Yo8FYGEJutjm35-sktkB6MOp_NG6J6QaqscZc4Jyvfy28deCAGaveLBOIRIIBEJcmGYkN3hLha6V/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBPINCYnVyl8SnNS3bJGLdNjW_lgeet3y0To3YA-HVLOsS3uKxRxQAT0J-U5Zbii4Yo8FYGEJutjm35-sktkB6MOp_NG6J6QaqscZc4Jyvfy28deCAGaveLBOIRIIBEJcmGYkN3hLha6V/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a>I can only hope to be there to monitor all I can for my child, but in good faith not need to. To hope he is raised to love people equally, not judge others, and have the morals of his liberal mother. Having morals does not benefit others, it benefits you. And seriously I am starting to wonder if they should make a "pill" for that. I mean, they have a pill for erectile dysfunction but nothing for a "lack of empathy". Maybe some one should get on that.. pronto. Or maybe parents need to go back to giving their kids a "good old fashion,passionate, ass whoopin". Please parents.. raise your children right, because the saying is true. Society has to deal with them when you are done. <br />
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So I guess I will be visiting the fair, with hopes of only damaging my arteries with fair food and not bullet holes. Fingers crossed right? <br />
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Peace, Love, and gun regulations from president Obama bitchez !!<br />
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Ps- my thoughts on gun laws, gay marriage, and women's rights go far beyond this post... this post is about wanting to go to the fair. Please, by all means, do not comment if you are in need of an education... because you better be your bridges sonny that I can go all day long ;)<br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-3771469072096655552013-01-18T13:15:00.002-05:002013-01-18T13:15:13.488-05:00Ned comes back from the dead...ugh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once upon a time, a girl met a boy. And the boy met drugs. Her life was ruined... But she moved on and left him in the bottle. "Why wont he stay there?" The girl asked. No one answered her, but she understood, there was no answer. The girl downloaded an android app, put him on call block, and went on with her life. But not before she blogged first. The end. <br />
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I really hope its the end. How much Bs can on drug addict cause in my life? I know the answer to this question! "As much as I allow him to." Which is exactly why I decided to put him on call block. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vG96zxRIWfR0hYs2wYSMWjf8guqefTxPyl-8WLlF7axN-gqfVvnKtnPTmJpPlg8cfacHv77w10_NEDiteGH-SjBGMVHWOfiizuA7C0xoMjiKCfBp_4gV-u55kAsyxfpPpf5sKbb5kxQF/s1600/imagesCAQNSPC7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vG96zxRIWfR0hYs2wYSMWjf8guqefTxPyl-8WLlF7axN-gqfVvnKtnPTmJpPlg8cfacHv77w10_NEDiteGH-SjBGMVHWOfiizuA7C0xoMjiKCfBp_4gV-u55kAsyxfpPpf5sKbb5kxQF/s200/imagesCAQNSPC7.jpg" width="200" /></a>Do people really ever have a good relationship with their ex? I mean an actual friendship? Will there not always be a jealous new significant other, spiteful blame, child support battle, or broken promise? I don't think I know anyone who just decided they would break up and stay friends. Why? Why are people even apt to having a long term relationship after they have been burned so badly? Maybe we are all co-dependant. Maybe society pushes into our heads that we need to couple up and mate. Lol. But seriously, I don't know if I believe in "true love" or "love at first sight" anymore. I believe in trust,loyalty, and lust. But if any of that dies, or is broken, just move on. Because there is no recovering. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivG3ppLL1N-1QzrA2K5DAto8yTC7KcM4p1-e0g3ZmaxHE1lZ2BJfediUdzm4tHhXNudvFCQQ00qgM-DkmoaOeolmuBXJxnvi-TqMjqja0O5gtldCXJ1kSfQLeg43oTbTDNdziEKeMLminD/s1600/imagesCAQ0GCOZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivG3ppLL1N-1QzrA2K5DAto8yTC7KcM4p1-e0g3ZmaxHE1lZ2BJfediUdzm4tHhXNudvFCQQ00qgM-DkmoaOeolmuBXJxnvi-TqMjqja0O5gtldCXJ1kSfQLeg43oTbTDNdziEKeMLminD/s200/imagesCAQ0GCOZ.jpg" width="200" /></a>I hate having learned what I have, but at least I will never have to go through it again or put my child through it. Me and J have many issues, but our fights are mild. Fighting with j is like being armed with a marsh mellow gun. Fighting with Ned required an automatic weapon. J's lies are on the same lines of "no you don't look fat in those jeans baby!" as opposed to Ned's "No I didn't steal 300 dollars off your debit card, I only pawned our DVDs" . No matter what J throws my way, I never wake up feeling like an abused, white trash chick, in a wife beater. I guess I just wish friends would listen when I try to explain to them exactly what drugs can do to people and relationships... even if you are not the one addicted to them, and just addicted to the person who is.<br />
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So today will be a brand new day. I will pack up that wife beater ...maybe even burn it. I will try my hardest to give extra love to J, kiss my sweet baby, and be thankful for my little life. And lastly, continue to pray that friends will be wise instead of smart. For a wise woman learns from others mistakes, not their own.<br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-9059324124262190422013-01-16T01:21:00.001-05:002013-01-16T01:26:42.740-05:0028 going on 18...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Its been a while since my last blog. Trying to be a grown up is hard work lol... We finally moved into our new house...and I love it. But there is one huge issue.. we may be in over our heads. <br />
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Bills. They fucking suck. I know its a part of life, but life sucks too. When exactly did I get old? I know being 28 is not exactly old per say... But honestly, its a horrible in between age. Where shopping in the juniors section is embarrassing, and shopping in the misses is hysterical. Why is there no in between?<br />
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I guess I just do not realize that I am "no spring chicken". My body and mind have matured, but has my maturity matured? I know I am a completely different person than I was at 18. I believe I change more and more with each passing month. I am a great, and loving mother. In fact, that may be all I ever achieve. If so, I am OK with that. I have learned a sense of loyalty and friendship though out the years. And my sense in family grows greater with each passing day. So much, i wonder how one small organ can hold so much love. I mean, I love my family with all my heart, but my gut is bigger. Love really should come from the stomach lol. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20Sv4tAf9sMYnKDkuVSaI8cewEN0ougK0amSYgo9Igp_8CMypqo5WnQDq50yb-lHxnOeh6aeEQ411Chxb5EobetC4tIw0zWvZbMJCgHYg6t66GizN0yBYfDTrNpP24n4jsSr52e6hFcP6/s1600/imagesCA9HPB63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh20Sv4tAf9sMYnKDkuVSaI8cewEN0ougK0amSYgo9Igp_8CMypqo5WnQDq50yb-lHxnOeh6aeEQ411Chxb5EobetC4tIw0zWvZbMJCgHYg6t66GizN0yBYfDTrNpP24n4jsSr52e6hFcP6/s200/imagesCA9HPB63.jpg" width="200" /></a>So, why do I not feel my age? Other then creaks and cracks from my bones, I dont feel older mentally. I go places, and see young people, and don't feel much different then them. But tonight, after cooking dinner,sitting down with my family for a meal, and then cleaning up afterwards... I felt domesticated. Now, that word is totally not negative to me... but its definitely a feeling. I know I am on the right path while feeling it. But what if I am doing it wrong? What if I am aging wrong? <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn746twqp9IAuzOA_s8-sW9J3VwcqqGs8oejJuN6NnWsA7JN6y3rtymzdNs5995_8MGlrtbiFqrlh6BOhvtIE5IkzNufCVda4nCpIx4VHuhbJdAu1bRUgovieB617z-rHTxzTZDgerrFd/s1600/imagesCATPM5UV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn746twqp9IAuzOA_s8-sW9J3VwcqqGs8oejJuN6NnWsA7JN6y3rtymzdNs5995_8MGlrtbiFqrlh6BOhvtIE5IkzNufCVda4nCpIx4VHuhbJdAu1bRUgovieB617z-rHTxzTZDgerrFd/s200/imagesCATPM5UV.jpg" width="200" /></a>My parents had me young, but as a child I would have never known any different. Both my mother and father have always had a strong sense of responsibility... well at least when I was a child. ;) As I sit and look over my finances... I realize how much they had given me. I never knew what it was to worry about money. The electricity.. well it was just there. The water... it ran. I never even knew there was a <em>possibility</em> these things could be turned off. A bill? What the fuck was that? <br />
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As I grew older, and things well... fell apart. The money was never an issue. Even if it was, I didn't know about it. I can only hope, with the way things are going for my little family, Grayson grows up the same way. Having that sense of safety with your parents should always be an important issue with children. No matter what, to this day, I know my parents will protect me anyway they can. Regardless of my choices, actions, or mistakes. I like to believe they have a respect for my efforts and out of this a friendship has grown. Maybe I am wrong... If so... don't tell me guys lol. <br />
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So from now on ... I will continue to search for whatever will make me feel safe. I did that for so long with my ex, Ned. And even then I could see our issues so clearly. His drug addiction. Now... whats the issue? <em>Is there one</em>? Are these normal struggles? Am I sooo used to being with an addict, that even when I find a great partner, and have a beautiful son, my neuroses will come back to bite me in the ass? Or maybe, I am pushing too hard and not taking the time to sit back and enjoy? We always seem to "<em>want more more more</em>".<br />
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Whatever happened to just being happy. Not always achieving high expectations. Just getting a job, having a family, and making every day matter. I look around, and see so much competition. Everyone wants the best and the most. Does anyone ever just stop and be thankful for what they have? Do you need to spend 10 years of your life in college and then 20 years working 40 hour weeks to achieve 4 laptops, a mansion, 2 new cars and an iphone? What the fuck ever happened to family dinners? Going on field trips with your children's school? Having less then 100 presents under a tree at Christmas, but still being <em>super excited</em>? Greed. Our nation is so full of greed, so much that we judge others who care less about material things, and more about family and friends... Odd.<br />
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I am not about to become Amish. But I do believe I will stop trying to over achieve, while wasting valuable time with my family. I want to be comfortable, but not rich. Those goals are not for everyone, and hell... I have realized... <em>I am not special</em>.<br />
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Not special. Not a spring chicken. Not alone. Not ugly. Not scared. Those are things I need to remember. Maybe write them down ... <em>take a picture</em>. Maybe even a picture of myself holding a sticky note. <em>Maybe,</em> even 30 of myself, holding a sticky note, with a duck face,in THE BATHROOM MIRROR and share them to face book. Just for my haters ;) I am seriously annoyed with the feeling that I need to please people i seriously don give a fuck about. <br />
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So right now I need a job, I need strength, and I need security. But only I can achieve those things for myself. Those are 3 things that no one can give you. But I guess that's part of being a grown up. As my child and hubby sleep, I will sit here searching away on our one lap top. In our little home. With one used car parked in the drive way, and think of ways to be a grown up. But no matter what i change... I am NOT shopping in the misses section.... Good night all :)<br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-16355734623893954742012-12-21T12:11:00.001-05:002012-12-21T12:19:20.341-05:00its the end of the world as we know it kitteh....<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vvXSpg9uuf4" width="459"></iframe>bonus video ;)<br />
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BAHAHA JUST KIDDING.... bet you really thought i lost it! Lol. So other then today being the most annoying day in facebook history, its also friday. And I am seriously exhausted from this 4 am work shit for j. On top of all of that, i work, take care of g, and drive people and things around lol. <br />
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So the kittens are gone. 3 less mouths to feed, raven is sulking, gray is napping, j is at work, and gigi is barking. All is normal at the moment. Except this horrible fear that nothing will be accomplished, i have not played Santa, hell i don't even have wrapping paper, my house is trashed and not nearly packed enough, and money. Where is it. Obviously not here.... <br />
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So many changes during such a stress filled time of year. We are 99 % positive we have gotten the house in palmetto and are going to put a deposit down on it this weekend. The old man has slightly warmed up to us and I am hoping when he comes to our home to "interview" us he will not change his mind lol. Lets hope Giovanni does not bite his ankles lol. <br />
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Jeramie had his first day of work today. It was just an orientation but man was it stressful. I dropped him off at 10 am (<em>for some reason my fingers wrote 'doped' instead of dropped...wow h</em>) and then decided to go out and visit my grandmother. My grandmother is quite a character. She is a recovering addict and also a recent widow. Times have been rough for her lately but i honestly feel bad for her. She has taken a liking to my aunts ex-husbands family. (<em>How jerry springer are we? lol</em>) And for some reason this kind of disturbs me. Not because they are bad people, they are mostly very nice. But mainly because I can not fathom on why HER, of all people, gets to "choose" her family lol. I know this side of my family is 3 gallons of crazy in a 2 gallon bucket... and frankly I don't even really have time for this mess. But no matter what, I don't think i could ever just "<em>find a new family</em>". When it comes to our dysfunction, i take everything for what it is and just try to remember you only get one blood line. Lord knows on that side there are so many hateful comments still lingering, mis-trust and misconceptions, and down right denial lol. But its my family, my blood, and all we have left. It makes me truly sad to see the distance. </div>
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So after meeting with the g-ma, I got back into my truck and drove back to walmart. I mean, the 15 minutes i was there, obviously put stuck a toll on jeramies neediness lol. Holey shit, 15 missed calles and 15 texts saysing "answer now". Walmart needed him to have an updated ID. Seriously? Ugh... After going to the closest tax collector and finding out i needed to go home and get two bills, J's birth certificate, his ssc, and our lease, I had about had it. Poor gray was tired from puking all night and I hadn't even showered yet. Finally we dug it all up, got the ID and I drove the 15 minutes back to walmart. For the 3rd time. </div>
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I decided to finish up some shopping and get things done. J goes in and then calls me again. Seriously?? He has to wait until 130 now because the chick is on lunch. We wander aimlessly... Look at stupid shit... Get him shirts... Get gray some stuff... Stick my hand in puke. Oh yes. Puke. I decided to get stocking stuffers for grayson because, well, there really is no fucking santa clause. When I go to pick up some stupid bath toy from a cheapo deapo box, it was sticky. I immediately put it back and then did what any freaked out american in walmart would do. I smelled my hand. Yep. Fucking puke. Who pukes in a box of fucking bath toys??? Nasty... and only this would happen to me. </div>
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So, I am randomly buying crap I can not afford... Placing Items in my cart, and then trading them out for stuff I see and think i "totally need more". Truth is... I was living just fine without any of this shit. So now my thoughts are wandering, and my breast are being revealed by a whiney 1 yearold every five minutes. "Why heather, why are you buying this shit?... Put that back.... Ooooh I have been looking for one of those... Ugh would this kid quit doing that... 'Grayson, leave mommies boobies alone!'.... A blanket... mine doesnt match on the couch... 12 dollars?...no...oooh 4 dollars.... totally...which one?...i saw more in the middle... no ....go back...." Hours. HOURS have gone by. My kid is pulling on his shirt because he is hungry. Duh... Must get my shit together.... <br />
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So now i just have to get some food. Its 215... I figure letting grayson get some walking practice may help now. It totally does.. Until he gets over stimulated and starts acting like a baby jack wagon. We fight about which way to go, because obviously I am never in charge of my own direction. And why should i be, I just played the price is right for 2 hours in WALMART. So I put him in the cart and he starts screaming. Now its time to play supermarket sweep. Only in walmart,can you host multiple game shows where you are the star. So I grab crap. MSG? Check. Preservatives? Check. Carbs Carbs Carbs with a side of sugar? Check. Lastly, red #5? Got it. To the check out. While I am in the check out, J sends me a text. "Almost done, If you are home, come get me." F . M . L . I start to check out meticulously, I actually want this, not that, this this and this, not that that or that, and this. Oh... ANd that. Ok... Your total is 187.64. Really? Murder?? Yep. Not only have i been degraded in walmart but now i have been molested and then slaughtered at the register. I am seriously ready to leave. But I cant. I must wait.... wait for J. ....... :::sigh::::</div>
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So Gray screams, and I sit. And wait. J comes out and we wander to the truck and he loads the "shit". He tells me that he has to be back that night/ friday morning at 4 am. WOOO---IEEE. That will be fun. Waking a 1 year old up at 4 am to drive daddy to work. I hide any sign of annoyance, just happy he is working. <br />
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On top of Christmas bs we are dealing with #GROWNupPROBLEMS.... Moving always sucks. I wish i was rich enough to have someone come pack all my shit up for me. I am obviously a horrible procrastinator lol. We have no set plan, and nothing packed. At all. In fact, my house is currently a disaster. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5QO3B9KxvPq8291ixZD1GMOU0sIbcgEATzVKWFKQXardAOJOD2S1VNxMBiA1WZgF_zL1wx8-IbBh5Lv1svXYlAUT5kTLHUH1mKFZOA1dS6amE2oycT4apLhKSfyo75L-3F9IHjJTiy5o/s1600/imagesCAL2LS1Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5QO3B9KxvPq8291ixZD1GMOU0sIbcgEATzVKWFKQXardAOJOD2S1VNxMBiA1WZgF_zL1wx8-IbBh5Lv1svXYlAUT5kTLHUH1mKFZOA1dS6amE2oycT4apLhKSfyo75L-3F9IHjJTiy5o/s200/imagesCAL2LS1Q.jpg" width="200" /></a>There are two options on our table at the moment. The first is a condo owned by a nice little family. It is 800 a month and they want first, last, and a 250 security. It is kinda far away from J's new job and from my current job. The condo is super nice and perfect for us, but its, well... a condo. I seriously need a Yard for the dogs and grayson. He loves to play outside and it will super suck not having that option. It does have a pool though.... even though its winter lol. And could you imagine going from one dinky bathroom with no tub, to two bathrooms that are huge and super nice?? Lmao. The condo HOA also says renters can not have dogs. The current super nice owners have gone to them and pleaded for dogs and tried to get them signed off by the neighbors. They are supposed to let us know tomorrow. They want us to move in like a week. There is an app and 100 fee for a background check... These are the pros and cons for option one. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERpWefwZPMNt1AUY4B8b92jI3R_yg24GwXc0bCmBRovkmnDRmlASKjx0EXA-qxJ05NEexIb9OCnaH4EemruDIiUKalf3wge1XQzsfSU1mEyCL4UrXElgiDB_lrcqCCdGyk68itPbz8SnR/s1600/imagesCASPGL8J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERpWefwZPMNt1AUY4B8b92jI3R_yg24GwXc0bCmBRovkmnDRmlASKjx0EXA-qxJ05NEexIb9OCnaH4EemruDIiUKalf3wge1XQzsfSU1mEyCL4UrXElgiDB_lrcqCCdGyk68itPbz8SnR/s200/imagesCASPGL8J.jpg" width="149" /></a>Option two is in palm-a-ghetto. Lol otherwise known as palmetto. Its not a horrible neighborhood close to a big park, and is a stand alone 2/1 with a yard and a fireplace lol. This option is waay closer to J's work and currently occupied by a friends parents. They will be moving the end of this month which would give more time to pack, but consist of moving after xmas. When i spoke to the old man this morning he seemed leery of us, but told me he would get a reference from the friends parents and call me back tonight. I seriously think this option would be best for us but i am afraid the old man wont like us lol. He made a comment about "partying" and asked how old we are. Um... we are super normal and have a small baby. We would never party... and if we did... i am pretty sure it would have a "yo gabba gabba" theme lol. I am hoping we can meet with him and hear back before its time to tell the other people but who knows... It is also cheaper to move in. First months rent and 500 deposit. Fingers crossed for these pros and cons.... <br />
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So on top of that the local hospital is trying to offer me a prn position. I don't think i want it. When they ask you in an interview "what will you do when a baby dies" it kind of makes you want to crawl in a hole and hide from this horrible world. The hours would be crazy and the interview process is going on week 2 now and they want me to take a test. Ugh.... <br />
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Today was quite a fucking shitty day lol. The brake locked up on the driver side of the truck, and i decided we will eventually have to move into another house. So after having it towed in and sitting down at my desk i realize my freakin boss is not here, and its fucking friday. Greeeeat. This means he went to the High school championshipy game, three hours away again. <br />
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The Bandwagon follower: We totally get it. You agree with the masses. Now please, go vote for our president before you hear any facts. And make sure on the way to the polls you ignore all natural signs that discourage you from writing in "mike the situation" for president... <br />
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The hungry man or woman: There seems to be a trend of instagramming your food. Is that even a word? Well if not, it should be. You will most likely always have at least one person on your friends who has to show us every meal they eat, that is not pb&j. My dad does this. I find it cruel. As a fat girl, who is at work, and hungry... cut that shit out lol. I don't care if you have steak when all i have is a slim Jim in my purse and a warm water. i will not be liking your food gram. In fact right now, i don't like you. Lol. ;)</div>
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Im sexy and i know it poster: Posts 20 pictures of them selves and then status updates about how they went to the gym twice and ate brown rice and broccoli for the past 42 days straight. Ugh. I get it. I look down at my gut, my checkers cup next to me, and my feet up on the desk and think... OK...you win lol... </div>
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The "photographer": Not only do they take pictures of themselves with their cell phone, but they also join the hungry man in attempts to photograph food or inanimate objects. Even instagram can not help some of those pictures. They are not professional. I am certainly not one to talk. I love exploring my camera and hoping one day i can afford to buy a REAL camera. For now... my dream will die and my photo albums will fill up :)</div>
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The ghetto king/queen: Now i wont lie, some people are removed from my news feed if they are yucky ghetto. Some stay and i laugh with them. And some i just accept for who they are. Obviously, i knew you were ghetto when we met, and i can spend "figh extra secz tryyin ta figa out watchu sayin dawg"... ;)<br />
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The optimists: These are the people who think they are perfect, and also their lives are perfect. "My facebook brings all the smiles to the world, and my life.. is better than yours.. damn right... its better than yours..." <milkshake tune="tune"> Lol. If you say you love your life on face book soooo much, that you actually have to shorten it to "lml" .... just don't waste your time. We can see your last post and the one before that... we get it. We just don't believe it lol. </milkshake><br />
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The happy day poster: Yes its Friday... yay for fucking you. Friday doesn't mean shit to me anymore. In fact none of the days do. So post away... i will keep scrolling. I also heard you like to post good morning pictures.. thank god i sleep in everyday and i don't have to scroll past those.... Happy weekday to you too and good night... <br />
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<br />Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-72737531936886893102012-12-06T23:42:00.006-05:002012-12-06T23:57:20.054-05:00another day...another Ecard... and a shit load of comments... <br />
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</a>I spent today getting shit done. Like a boss yo ;) . J got a new job and hopefully that will mean good things for me. When i got home i checked my phone and blog. Lovely ... more nut job bs The comment from some ignorant housewife, lol must have been pretty low and i am glad she decided to remove it herself. I can only imagine what she felt the need to say lol .<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxV07cgd616lH6D81Ba5Iv4SHY-2dZmrAdCTkpgaN_RBY-PncWYPyezqikSYAAZtM7IhczpeFFE2GnGo0tAshPvuHmqGspeIre0V9wT4oNculSz2pr_aJd_LrGsxQgOS_dOmNd4Sj7xg3/s1600/1334807385208_491273.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZxV07cgd616lH6D81Ba5Iv4SHY-2dZmrAdCTkpgaN_RBY-PncWYPyezqikSYAAZtM7IhczpeFFE2GnGo0tAshPvuHmqGspeIre0V9wT4oNculSz2pr_aJd_LrGsxQgOS_dOmNd4Sj7xg3/s200/1334807385208_491273.png" width="200" /></a> When will enough be enough for these girls? At this point i think my biggest thing is i have no room to even feel sorry for myself anymore. I am pretty busy feeling sorry for these middle aged women who spend their lives reading my blog. How many fucking times can one person comment under a different name? Lol... if you are curious ask casey casseel. Lmao. I guess maybe i should stop writing about them. It must be really hard to look back at your published comment and see that you had to remove it because even you thought you sounded like a donkey twat lol. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQWv44NkBeTAVPCk2yPpMdiw0PrqweK_HnSfFk0ySLVSyLHIiLQ1Jt6QXKbFm53CnYBEKpJe7uCxdCREwYygVvj0Qt77SB9cDZIafFoKL8Xzbs5sLCBr8ggDcJwF7v0zA_LzNdOf99N99/s1600/1334763536433_7175935.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQWv44NkBeTAVPCk2yPpMdiw0PrqweK_HnSfFk0ySLVSyLHIiLQ1Jt6QXKbFm53CnYBEKpJe7uCxdCREwYygVvj0Qt77SB9cDZIafFoKL8Xzbs5sLCBr8ggDcJwF7v0zA_LzNdOf99N99/s200/1334763536433_7175935.png" width="200" /></a> So if you need an apology from me, here is is. You can stop holding your breath. I am sorry i dont like homophobic chicken. I am sorry i told the girls you talked shit about, what you said. I even copy and pasted some. I am sorry i used your name in my blog that described what children you were and how you act like highschool dumbasses. I was right there along with you. But i admit my faults and i am moving past it. So if you want to play the comment game for weeks, or months like you did the shit talking in secret groups game... go ahead... you are just continuing to prove me right~!<br />
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</a>One of my biggest issues is moving. To move or not to move... that is the question. Our old landlord was super duper awesome, in fact the best ever. But the new guy who remains faceless lol, is another story. Not only does he want to raise my rent 100 dollars a month, but he also wants me to pay the utilities, and pay a deposit. I know the utilities thing sounds reasonable to most, but what gets me is that the apartment is rented above the garage, and it uses the hot water heater, and also the washer and dryer that are run on our electric and water from the house. So you are telling me that you want me to pay for someone else's bs plus give you a deposit?? Lol. Now the deposit thing super pisses me off. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdDp9XgnRcbn87fa7pt7nCvpRN9lEakMi3C672jwul5wCf0k56geGJxudTvGJI4n015nhBRznuq7kLi9c-z0xM6jxBq0KbPDHX2aTP5oKGkBYI0WxRijlI4OCXBP7cXLU9zWVCPusAabw/s1600/9a171653ed43791feb8dcf52483d631a3f.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdDp9XgnRcbn87fa7pt7nCvpRN9lEakMi3C672jwul5wCf0k56geGJxudTvGJI4n015nhBRznuq7kLi9c-z0xM6jxBq0KbPDHX2aTP5oKGkBYI0WxRijlI4OCXBP7cXLU9zWVCPusAabw/s200/9a171653ed43791feb8dcf52483d631a3f.png" width="200" /></a>When we first moved into our house, or took possession of the rental, the place was DIS-GUSTING. We, along with many good friends like Jaime, Solice, Kristen, My Dad and Deb, all went in a did about 1500 dollars worth of work on the place. So when we move out, no matter what he says, it will most definitely be in better shape then when we moved in. Why the heck should i pay you an extra deposit??!! My landlords rental management decided to inform him of this and get back to me, after telling me all would be well back in the beginning of November. What a bitch. She and him seriously just told me that, so they could cut it down to the wire and we would not have other options for moving. A really shady move.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3ktL2VmSWCiI5sUdW79TnOE2gIUkQ2rklN67Crx0sZMZimYQVpM3707WbE-N_mLxtKSgyYV39Xc5FcLq0Tl0W3v4bZRgBqZh2rXatAcRRFCjPTOnhc6XRn7Eu9etOaaVj-cIfGOZ2H90/s1600/Rottenecards_21338086_v28q32h79m.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3ktL2VmSWCiI5sUdW79TnOE2gIUkQ2rklN67Crx0sZMZimYQVpM3707WbE-N_mLxtKSgyYV39Xc5FcLq0Tl0W3v4bZRgBqZh2rXatAcRRFCjPTOnhc6XRn7Eu9etOaaVj-cIfGOZ2H90/s200/Rottenecards_21338086_v28q32h79m.png" width="200" /></a>Another happening is j getting that job. I am seriously hoping he will get enough hours for us to be able to afford to stay in the shit hole house, and still live comfortable. When he emerged from his interview, i asked him about the hours... and what do you know... He had no clue! Classic J! Lol. Hopefully all will work out and then i will have the best job ever and make my life seriously perfect... being graysons mommy full time. I will even bleach the whites J. Lol.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi54P6wRAx8Kz0sbMQcaVLZiyWj_tfPlEuAlPSrT6VXQ7hZt9RamPMYRyIJMBkVt6fKKHByaJUyjRDj7B2-X-ZUoUftzM_Rn6hrg6gufyPs_veWwiSvPXnf-QcWvSRb8dn4axWrln7GtA/s1600/1342316989609_3994435.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi54P6wRAx8Kz0sbMQcaVLZiyWj_tfPlEuAlPSrT6VXQ7hZt9RamPMYRyIJMBkVt6fKKHByaJUyjRDj7B2-X-ZUoUftzM_Rn6hrg6gufyPs_veWwiSvPXnf-QcWvSRb8dn4axWrln7GtA/s200/1342316989609_3994435.png" width="200" /></a>So other then that today i have learned quite a few things... First is, never trust anyone but your real friends and family. Chicks are crazy and bored and will stalk you for days ... anonymously lol. The second is always prep J before an interview. The third is make sure you plan ahead before the end of your lease and trust your gut, never a little woman named Olga lol. And the fourth is, when spending the last of your money Christmas shopping, Never, Ever let your child out of the cart in wally world. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhta5kGtEX1vyfuA3LdsUh8BBl7QnEPmO8uutZEXB0xj6szMUXpYctP0NHdgarUS74Fkf2q0J1jjLa9ISGAahj7zdQZ-RwjcBA1l9lADOAyZNhCfsujuunECkMefJ_0EBlMofCsLkX9SY/s1600/gooey-mothers-baby-niceleodeon-moms-ecards-someecards.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLhta5kGtEX1vyfuA3LdsUh8BBl7QnEPmO8uutZEXB0xj6szMUXpYctP0NHdgarUS74Fkf2q0J1jjLa9ISGAahj7zdQZ-RwjcBA1l9lADOAyZNhCfsujuunECkMefJ_0EBlMofCsLkX9SY/s200/gooey-mothers-baby-niceleodeon-moms-ecards-someecards.png" width="200" /></a>I will take one second to elaborate. While J was interviewing, and i was shopping for hours lol, Grayson really wanted down. I figured he could trot around for a while since we really had nothing to target shop. So after a few old people said "awww how cute" and smile and waived, i noticed a few people with dirty looks lol. I looked at the front of grayson only to see a puke spot on his shirt. Oy vey, making the page of people at walmart again G? Lol... so after holding him down to clean it up, he just looked like he slobbered. We walked towards the TVs. He was amazed at the flat screen display lol. I looked down at the Cd's for like 6 second, check back to g, back to the CD, back to g, and bam he was gone. I almost died. I freaked... he was one isle down and some lady said very rudely to me, "He's over heeeerrree" Um omg. Thank you. I would have been rude also. Never letting my child walk again. Ever. <br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-58563533029178215752012-12-05T13:35:00.002-05:002012-12-07T14:26:20.852-05:00Save the drama for yo mama... cunt ;)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2P7t_pDmP3Xx1wjXOcQSclsCSBtuMZxhEQ9LKVtNSejER-Ve_H6xdpnxQJIzXpHhpkO-RbbR46sF2dasay5urTr_ZvME69wmxS5M4vskzT38HUlljcWg8Hwsvnu05MZukBYPOcinkOvW/s1600/1329764871117_6847191.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2P7t_pDmP3Xx1wjXOcQSclsCSBtuMZxhEQ9LKVtNSejER-Ve_H6xdpnxQJIzXpHhpkO-RbbR46sF2dasay5urTr_ZvME69wmxS5M4vskzT38HUlljcWg8Hwsvnu05MZukBYPOcinkOvW/s320/1329764871117_6847191.png" width="320" /></a>I love how the psychotic July moms are still anonymously commenting on my blog post. What they don't know, is every time they view my blog, that is one more point on the ticker lol. ::happy girl :: <br />
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It will never phase to amaze me how these dumb cunts can sit in front of a computer and tell me how much i neglect my child... Because i am sitting in front of a computer. Lol. Hmmmm.... Interesting... <br />
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Or How about how immature i am starting drama. These women have come from facebook, while i have them on block, hunted down my blog, and then secretly commented on it. Now to be fair, they only had something to say about my most irrelevant post, ya know, the one about them lol. But to search me out from block, open up my blog, read about 2000 words, create an account to comment, and then not even say who they are... is ....well.... uber pathetic! Lol... Thank you dear mommy cunts, for without all your bs and effort i am pretty sure i would not have had nearly as many views on my blog. Probably about 200 less actually lol. <br />
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So now on to the topic of your concern. It amazes me that you, the person sitting on a facebook group, complaining about how your husband wont fuck your fat ass, can sit there and make assumptions about the welfare of my child. I can get up right now, and look at my sweet little man snuggled up in his crib, in his decorated room, and sweetly smile. He is perfect, my life is perfect, and i can honestly say i do not worry for 2 seconds about my sweet little man! Too bad you spend so much of your time reading what i have to write, wondering about my free time, judging my choices in parenting, or trying to decide how mature I am. BAHAHAHAH.... yes... you should seriously be worried about me....<br />
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So Casey, shawndah, candy, mergrissa gergetti (lol), jennifer, tiffany, whom ever feels the need to sit around and stalk my blog... you are seriously pathetic. I will put your name wherever i damn please... And if you don't like it, maybe you should learn to shut your krispy creme hole and get a hobby, a job, or a fucking life beyond a mommy board...or write your own fucking blog. I can guarentee... I wont be reading it ;)<br />
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Ugh... I have an interview tomorrow. I must admit I am slightly nervous. I have always been pretty good at getting a job... but after these last two i am severely worried about making any rash <br />
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So seriously, I really got off topic lol. But this is the kind of people i always end up interacting with. Maybe I am the weird one. Maybe i should get drunk and start wearing socks. For some reason i don't think that will help me any. <br />
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Well it looks like i have many "private" blog viewers. My "mommy board" post has had like, 300 views. Sad part is, most of the people willing to sit and read like 2000 words about drama, are the drama. But one person in particular, seems to think it is all about them. Seriously? I have made many blog posts and they are certainly not all revolving around her. Maybe this one will be... maybe not... I'm still mid-blog and have not made up my mind lol. I have so much going on right now, that i seriously don't need all this high school drama. </div>
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I have recently received texts from this person claiming i have been posting about them for months now lol. Um, not all of my pictures or posts are about you, or your drunk friend. A few were ;) But i have seen just as many, if not more, between you and this chick about me. Obviously, bashing others is the only bond you seem to have with people these days. If it is not my aunt, then its me, or someone else who has seemed to piss you off this week. Your horse is not that high. It kind of reminds me of those midget ponies you see on the way to hunsaders. So why not just let this shit go already? You send me things saying i play the victim... hmm... what exactly have i done to you or any of your little followers? I voted for Obama... that <em>could</em> possibly get me weeks, maybe a month worth of ridicule... but come on. Its getting old. Why not focus on a friendship with someone that is not based on hate? </div>
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When I last left you all, i had just finished reminding myself why i should no longer drink and "get low" in the club. How horrible was that hangover! Even though my hangovers last 3 days now that I am almost 28, this one had an even longer lasting effect. <br />
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STREP YO! I got strep throat! How the fuck did that happen??? I could tell you, but then i would have to kill you. Lets just say my BFF sent me some love and tiny white patches to the throat. She first told me she was sick on Monday. All I could think was that maybe she caught graysons viral throat inf. ... NOpe. I then noticed my throat was swollen and sore on monday night after working til 1 am. Fuck sdbfwjkbfwjk. The next day I called into work and decided to go to the dr. <br />
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Now i call this place "Little Mexico" because no one speaks English. All the forms are referenced to Spanish. I dont understand why I am the only one who speaks English and also gets sick? Very odd. I will be talking a "further your education" class to learn Spanish... if for any reason, so I can receive proper care at the Dr.. I have no problem what so ever with Spanish, or Spanish people. But i just find it odd that they are the only ones who go to the dr.<br />
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So 4 hours later, my Spanish Dr. comes to get me and then in very broken English tells me "ya oo have da uh strepha throat" .... "I know, i told you that before you violated my throat with your oversized popsicle stick dude..." I replied. "Ya oo take a penicillin for six day and be ok" he then informs me.... "Um ok, please send it to Walgreen's on 43rd" I tell him. "28th and manadee?" "NO.. Manatee and 43rd st!" I say annoyed and slightly over exaggerated. Which is probably why he sent my RX to 26th and cortzez. Ugh fml.... lol...</div>
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So after 2 days of fever, chills, horse pills, sleeping,coughing, and sweats I was working through my horrid strep throat punishment (from acting like a fool in the bar). lol . I went back to work still feeling like shit on Thursday but had no clue what i was walking into! ....</div>
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My boss said because i was 2 minutes late on that Thursday that he didn't think i was coming in. "According to Jim" i have never been late before so why should he have believed otherwise. Lol, well Jim i am glad you decided to take this first time to reprimand me for 3 minutes. Eye roll. So as I am sitting there I see on my schedule someone had written "Fake sick" on my Tuesday. Hmm... Nice. Why would someone do that? And why was my boss being an Uber dink? I call the other girl in my office also named heather, or as i call her, "H1". She tells me she doesn't know who wrote fake sick on my schedule but that all was fine and Jim was not going to fire me. Just then a Driver comes in, and I make a joke about the possibility of Jim putting my job on Craigslist. He then tells me "I think i heard him say something about an ad yesterday..." Greeeat. </div>
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I went back at 5, and Jim was out of town at a game. WHEW. I am guessing i dodged another bullet. The only thing that sucked about this was that due to him driving 3 hours to a foot ball game, was he had to watch the game and drive back. This meant i was stuck at work until 1 am. Ugh. My baby was asleep when i got home and all I could think about was Jeramie calling me at 12 and Gray getting on the phone and crying when he heard my voice. My sweet baby wanted mommy... and he obviously considered me worth more than minimum wage ;( . </div>
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I had the next day off and decided to try and get my phone fixed after being pissed off by my bff. I wont even go into that because frankly, i myself am tired of reliving this hell week. I went to the sprint store and those fuckers wouldn't fix my phone, but they did try to sell me a 2 year contract, 200 dollar phone, and 50 dollar case for it. I told them to shove it and will remain S.O.L UNTIL my next upgrade... who knows when that will be :( .... </div>
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During all of this shit I am realizing I am broke, trying to find insurance and arguing about a title for the truck, receiving certified threats via snail mail from some skanky bitches lawyer concerning the truck, fighting the illness from hell, listening to j complain that he is sick now, trying to spend time with my baby, buying and decorating a christmas tree, working at my shit hole job, not sleeping at night, having stupid, drunk, intense skanks speak of my social suicide on facebook (that made me giggle though) and worrying about the fluids light in my shit hole car. When will enough be enough? Lol </div>
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I guess this is why i have been putting off blogging. Even though you can not tell by my horrid spelling and lack of grammar, i am somewhat of a perfectionist. Not with small details but with the big picture. If i am going to spend time blogging, I want to get everything i say out there in the most detailed way. I want to be proud of anything i do and if i am not i will obsess about it. I want to get the best deal for my money. Look the best i can when going out, and so forth. So with all this drama going on, i couldn't just pick one lol. I know. I am seriously Neurotic lol . But even this blog will eventually annoy me until i take it down lol .</div>
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-51819730803714652182012-11-25T16:23:00.001-05:002012-11-25T16:23:26.816-05:00Drinkers remorse...<br />
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Last night was supposed to be just a normal night lol. Me and my bestie didn't even "get ready" and decided to go out and have a few beers for her birthday. Every single year, her birthday gets us in trouble lol. Last year was when we got drunk and she made out with some weird guy from NC. The year before she shut her hand in the car door and called me a whore. The year before that I don't even remember lol. Last night there were many moments of shame for us both. <br />
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Katie and Holly are two friends I have not gotten to enjoy in a long time. I have seen them separately, but we never seem to all be together at the same time. We picked them both up and reminisced in the car about old times from high school. It was so weird to think of all the hysterically funny shit we did back then. We had no clue we were going to add a new night of immature stupidity to the list of memories...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2dxcfDpO5kuyt2I8PS2qoYO8qd3bwc5vFtdbU5SWFfqvvFARip_Po32ZqAEqL0ayHMFH264jD6yOr33oHBsWvdMha3shNjubA-UHWjhjP6gd5Bg8ck9WOlkEaEiZdeOTAAyexbWeDE4Q/s1600/DSCF0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2dxcfDpO5kuyt2I8PS2qoYO8qd3bwc5vFtdbU5SWFfqvvFARip_Po32ZqAEqL0ayHMFH264jD6yOr33oHBsWvdMha3shNjubA-UHWjhjP6gd5Bg8ck9WOlkEaEiZdeOTAAyexbWeDE4Q/s200/DSCF0069.JPG" width="200" /></a>Badda Bings. Worst bar in bradenton. I seriously think it is like "Plenty of fish" in real life, and at 2 am, when the lights go on, men scatter like cock roaches looking for someone to pick up. Fortunately we were not there long. But i must say, because it was besties birthday, they announced it over the intercom and Katie poured a bucket of ice over her head lol. They wanted to pie her, but i knew she would kill us if we messed up what little make she had on lol. So we drank, talked to weirdos from the past, and then took a retarded photo lol. It was a little crazy even if it was a blast... until... <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnlIVgh5Tt45LR0a0ebUau2psYop_CjDe1Ssl1Jj1Z11Zyyt9CiHrXyVexxZWLYg22qiFM1ZXe-mRXK9RcauTTnoEh2r-OdIIDTFMPtMJTwA0vf9TNo2nsSsBWSbs6X2WN3F8u_4CuZ4v/s1600/DSCF0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnlIVgh5Tt45LR0a0ebUau2psYop_CjDe1Ssl1Jj1Z11Zyyt9CiHrXyVexxZWLYg22qiFM1ZXe-mRXK9RcauTTnoEh2r-OdIIDTFMPtMJTwA0vf9TNo2nsSsBWSbs6X2WN3F8u_4CuZ4v/s200/DSCF0046.JPG" width="200" /></a>Who ever suggested the "cellar" ...sucks. Lol i hate that bar more than badda's. We get there and i am already pretty drunk. The music is blaring, the bar is packed, and we are dancing. Why god WHY, do we think we can dance while wasted in the hood at 1am????? I swear to god, if anyone saw me that night (other than the affiliated people i was with) your best bet would be not to mention anything that happened in that bar. Considering i only remember bits and pieces of this crap, which i am sad i do, i do not what to remember what i blacked out lol. <br />
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While at the cellar, and dancing, i obviously had reached my limit. I needed to go home. I called j to come get me, but i had the keys and he had the kids.... I asked bestie to leave like 5 times... she didn't want to go and it was her birthday... I tried to convince one of the others to go home but one of the guys was stuck outside and the rest were enjoying the hood. I was screwed. Finally i got bestie aside and said "I have to go home, NOW"<br />
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When i awoke, I was alone in my bed, naked, and had definitely vomited the night before (in the toilette.. i guess that could be pretty gross if i didn't explain lol). The immediate feeling of death crept upon me and I had to get up and do a purse check. Phone? Check. Keys? Check. Card? Check. Camera? ugh.... check... <br />
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So I had not lost anything but my self respect, my friends, and one earring. I guess that wasn't that bad. Dealing with the hangover was probably the biggest down fall. And scarfing a hangover cheeseburger.... Ugh... So maybe now that i have my blog, before i go out next time, i can re-read the stupidity of what i did last night. Lol....ouch<br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-29050271857298743822012-11-22T19:31:00.003-05:002012-11-22T19:35:02.875-05:00Turkey turkey gobble gobble ...dead rat... Happy turkey day everyone! It has even been some what of a good day for this "miserable" chick ;) Here is a description of turkey day by heather, the potty mouth mommy!<br />
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Me and my dad, step mom and brother on turkey day!</div>
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Thank god grayson decided to sleep in this morning. Too bad my bff was up at 7am tackling kid toy mountain in her living room. Because she was up so early, and obviously felt accomplished by 10 am, she decided to wake me up. I coulllld have slept til 11, just sayin. </div>
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After being woken by the bestie, i went into my little sweeties room and rustled him from under his covers and changed his diaper. Poor little man had a turkey day diaper rash! :( I felt so horrible... after spending 15 minutes searching for rash cream i got him fixed up and fed him some muffins and milk for breakfast. What? Its a holiday, and i was being lazy. </div>
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After his breakfast I turned on the parade and he climbed all over me for about 30 minutes until he finally went down for a nap and i sent daddy for pumpkin spice coffee.The 711 pumpkin spice latte is my addiction~!! After chasing down a half of diet pill from my secret left over stash, i was ready to take on the day. </div>
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Why is it when you are in a rush, a hot shower is always so addicting? I just didn't want to get out... but it was already 12:15 and i had to rush and get ready if i was going to make it to dads by 1:30. So, I drag my ass through the cold house and into my room to dress myself. This shit is never fun.I try on like 20 shirts, even model some for j. It all looks like shit. Finally i decide on jeans and a sweater. I give up on looking like anything other then a tired mommy lol. Knowing that my step mom wanted us to take pictures today i atleast was going to straighten my hair. </div>
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Blow drying took me about 20 minutes. I have like no hair left... so wtf? Why does it always feel like i am standing in my underwear with my head turned upside down for a good part of my day? And people wonder why i never want to get ready to do anything! I am all dry and go to straighten. ::jeopardy theme song:: ... Straightening is in progress and all i can see is static electricity fucking up my straight locks of multicolored hair. When on earth, will i be able to afford to re-highlight? My hair has just been a freaking mess lately. All i can do is try everything i can to get the static down. First try is hair spray.. Nope. Lotion? Kinda.. Face make up that is left on my hands? That is about as good as i was getting it. My hair just seemed to be lacking any appeal though. What if i re-cut my bangs, since they have grown out? I start snipping away.... OMG.... horible! Why do i do this shit to myself? And why always when i am in a rush?!! I eventually end up clipping them back behind a black flower and finish up with my make up. I am now late. And pissed... </div>
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I decide to fix graysons appearance, re-brush my teeth and jump into my bungee corded car. Thank god that shit was over, and i didn't forget my camera! (I always either forget the camera ll together or i leave the memory card in the laptop.. never fucking fails!) At this point it is 145. I am definitely late. Fml. So now i am trying to call my dad and step mom, but no one will answer. Why! I am late! What if i was broke down or injured? I am the last to show up, but all is well. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJbTUUkgHkj33N-Qxh2DRmAZO84sd3_NBUPA2gX6E4wGUqB5yTObyvXI0S_qlf7kirurHlClekALeW5ODMpy2ndnPxnDM2k-iKnxFM76AqoBB_eprOQfMXNY4NtQE4xGDnmbbD4aQ7gmB/s1600/republican-president-debate-dinner-thanksgiving-ecards-someecards.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimJbTUUkgHkj33N-Qxh2DRmAZO84sd3_NBUPA2gX6E4wGUqB5yTObyvXI0S_qlf7kirurHlClekALeW5ODMpy2ndnPxnDM2k-iKnxFM76AqoBB_eprOQfMXNY4NtQE4xGDnmbbD4aQ7gmB/s320/republican-president-debate-dinner-thanksgiving-ecards-someecards.png" width="320" /></a>We have an amazing dinner/lunch at my dads. Turkey, stuffing, ham, potatoes, yam casserole, green bean casserole, bread, and corn. I must say, my step mom did an amazing job. I have never been one to really pig out on turkey day but it was sooo good. Grayson even enjoyed it. Only problem was, grayson was being such a brat lol. He was poking himself with the fork and eating with his hands, and spending the rest of the time playing peekaboo with the fall themed table cloth. Lol. Nothing with a 1 and a half year old is ever easy! So i barely got to eat. But guess who got to stuff himself? Yep.. Daddy... ASSHOLE! Lol...</div>
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After dinner we all sat around and then decided to take some pictures. Why on gods green earth did i even spend any time getting ready when i could not even get on decent picture with my child and j??!! Not only was he running around wildly, but he was soooo exhausted. And j was pretty much doing the same thing. I tried my best to get pictures but was surely disappointed in the results lol. It just never can go smoothly!</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIATNh6m4Hy_CaWz9FmCSz2LoOPoQIv8EEAhh7INFRPENiUhWXpRPq0Vb-pHGjZolTh7QAg3e6vSYM81h_A9Ueb3QpefDaIhDyJQV9KWG36YTqLYr6BfqwOU8yBuq3BPOLsGL2fw2_wNkm/s1600/1338347443198_4012117.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIATNh6m4Hy_CaWz9FmCSz2LoOPoQIv8EEAhh7INFRPENiUhWXpRPq0Vb-pHGjZolTh7QAg3e6vSYM81h_A9Ueb3QpefDaIhDyJQV9KWG36YTqLYr6BfqwOU8yBuq3BPOLsGL2fw2_wNkm/s200/1338347443198_4012117.png" width="200" /></a>After that we drove home. I was so thankful for my wonderful dinner, and my son and j. It definitely felt very moving to look at all i have on thanksgiving. I couldn't ask for more. Well i could, but i wont lol. Dropping j and grayson off broke my heart though. Why oh why must i have to work on turkey day? And I'm not even getting paid time and a half. It really sucks romney balls!</div>
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So i drive to work and hear that song "thats something to be proud of" ... It kind of put things into perspective. I have all i do in my life, and it is most definitely something to be proud of. One verse speaks of your minimum wage job putting food on the table for your family. It struck a heart string. Thank god i can provide for my beautiful family, and that most certainly is something to be proud of. We really dont want for much at all, ever. At that moment i unlocked the gate to my work and felt a sense of pride for being there on a holiday. Well at least i did for a few seconds... </div>
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I get out of my car, bungee up the door and get out the keys to unlock the office. As soon as i open the door i remember why i had such a horrible wrenching feeling about going to my job. I open the door to the putrid smell of the gross dead rat in the wall. My grief came rushing back. Why today? WHY!!<br />
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So now i am sitting here, smelling dead rat, and looking at all the things i wish i could buy on black friday, but will not have the money until payday... next regular friday. I wish i was at home right now counting my hundreds or camping with my family infront of a best buy. Instead... me and dead Ted the rat are chillin in the hood... happy freakin thanksgiving ya'all.... ugh <br />
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So from the beginning i knew i would eventually hit the hot topic of "Mommy Boards"... This subject is always a painful one for me lol. Some how, Some way, i got caught up in the Mommy boards from hell. My story is a long one, So unless you are constipated and waiting to poo, taking a long bubble bath, or reading this before bed, I am sure most of you wont get to finish it lol. <br />
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With the rule that no one would be bullied, or censored, or "mommied" in this group, and all would be accepted to join, we grew the group to well over 200 members. In fact i made a post personally and recruited many of them myself. Candy and Aimee were wonderful friends and pregger buddies to me in that group. We shared everything. Jokes, belly pics, sonogram pics, hot topics, annoyances, craving, sexcaspades.. you name it. It was wonderful and we stayed in that group until our babies were born. We each had a belly buddy and awaited every ones arrivals. Mine was Savannah. She was pregnant and having a girl. We became super close. Along with a buddy i had kept from the original group, Lisa. She ended up having her son on the same day as i had Gray. Everything was so great and i couldn't imagine never speaking to these wonderful strangers again. <br />
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Our babies were growing rapidly and so was the group. Some how it had gotten out that we had such a tight nit awesome group and people were joining well after the babies had been born. One in particular was shawndah. I really liked this new girl who also had a son that shred graysons birthday. One of the originals, ellen, and i had become close also. She was amazing and always there for advice or a raunchy laugh. Melissa was another who eventually i became close with. Her son was born in the end of June but she had also been there since the beginning of the mommies groups and remained in the original mommy fb group and the spin off. She would randomly skype with me and we became super close also. There were many women who i would claim at this point were amazing great people who i very much respected. Andrea, Casey, Savannah, Lisa, Sarah. Jordan, Daniella,candy, Aimee, Tiffany, Shannon,Kristin, Lacey, shawndah, nurit,Melissa, Ellen, carol,amber, holly, Crysta, and a few more. But those i was very close with. Out of all i only talk to about 6 of them. Things went spiraling down hill... Fast...<br />
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After all the new additions to our spin off group, a few of what were called "original mommies" were severely peeved at one mysterious caller. To this day, i have no clue who decided to pick up a phone and block their number, and make an obscene judgmental phone call to a mommy. Somehow, somewhere, i seriously swear kellyanne is probably to blame lol. But it happened.. so one of the "quiet" mommies decided to form a new group. This new group was made so we could "protect" ourselves from all of these horrible other mothers who cared enough about their babies to join a mommy board. The new group was called "JULY MOMMIES <3 background:="background:" class="goog-spellcheck-word" yellow="yellow">goog</3><br />
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Now our babies are like 5 months old, and shit is getting real. Anyone who knows me knows how avid i am about my opinion. I was completely 100 percent always honest about my thoughts when it came to hot topics. I have never been one to agree with the majority to "be cool". A lot of mothers believed in different ideas of safe parenting, including co-sleeping. As someone who had known the mishaps involved and has been completely neurotic their whole life, i believed co-sleeping to be 100 percent unsafe when it came to newborns. I understood where these women were coming from, but nothing you did or said could convince me this was a good idea. That is when shit hit the fan. Women started to post articles or googles about the benfits for co-sleeping. I didn't care what blossom said, i was not going to change my mind. This was my child's life, not a game of monopoly... i am not taking any fucking chances. I did have some friends who were able to agree to disagree, but all in all a lot of the mean mommies would not accept that. The first "secret private" group was formed here. In this group i was a topic. My outlandish attempts to explain why i felt the way i did about co-sleeping, formula feeding, and having 19 kids was a hot topic for them. Eventually uni got a big head and tried to implement the "email warning" rule like the first group. My thought were as such, "I have a mommy, this group was created to stray away from people like you with the incessant need to control others. I do not want to be a part of a group that is dictated by mean girls". Uni then deleted me from the group. 50 percent were in outrage, 20 percent were happy, and the other 30 percent really could care less and stayed in the group but joined the new one... the next spin off... "THE DRAMA FREE JULY 2011" group.... <br />
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The "drama free" immediately became a wonderful heartfelt close nit group. The mommies there were supportive, funny, raunchy, intelligent and pretty much drama free. We had mommy meet up and girls night out via chat rooms with web cams. We were not afraid to tell everyone everything, to post pictures of ourselves naked, or tell our biggest secrets. This group had an amazing sense of loyalty and was created by who i thought was a wonderful friend. Andrea, who had the cutest little boy and a sometimes over reacting need to post about her step son. No one seemed to care what anyone had to say or chat about because our loyalty and hate for the "heart group" was too strong to break. Until the next fight.... Shannon. <br />
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Shannon was a military wife and kind of a nut job. We always had a frenemy type of relationship and she always knew how to take things to an inappropriate level. Shannon got into a fight with candy one night over a comment she had made about age. Candy was slight older, always wiser, and a wonderful mother. But sometimes, she would let little petty actions slip. Most of the time we all respected her right to wig and ignored whatever was taken offensively. After all, candy was the momma bear and we enjoyed the respectful peace she radiated. at least then. Shannon had left the group for about the 4th time and swore she was not going back. She then created a new group. The "original bitch group" spin off. Now in the bitch group she had 3 members. Myself, herself, and Melissa. Melissa had somehow become a staple in every group. She actually became the butt of a "group whore" joke and didn't seem to mind. She always seemed to be online and available to chat, therefor she had an awesome relationship with a lot of mommies. When this group was started by Shannon, it was only the 3 of us... a place to rant and chat without any offense to other mommies. And then one day it started to grow. All the "popular" mommies who liked inappropriate jokes and strong opinions joined in to the bitch group. We chatted about everything under the sun and other mommies. It really was not one of my more "proud" moments. We found a hot topics group in which we entered only to reak havoc and be kicked out of lol. At that point Shannon and i started to really embrace the enemy part of our relationship. Some of the things said in the group got a little bit too mean for my taste and i started to feel uncomfortable. I took a step myself. <br />
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"RANT BITCH AND SHARE TOO MUCH" was then created. I myself wanted to stray away from the shit talking aspect and have more of a place to vent and share horrible ecards with the word cunt in them lol. This place took off and i invited people to ask real life friends with or without kids to join. It did and things went well for a while. Lots of laughs were shared here.... until. <br />
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Shawndah and Savannah start fighting. Savannah, my belly buddy and the mommy of grays pretend gf leaves my group. Ok i can live with that. Things remain calm and friendships are still had. Now some of the mommies in the drama free group, mostly the highly religious, or too sweet and innocent are not invited to this so called "bitch group" or rant and share too much. In fact Melissa had taken over the bitch group and it was still top secret. I abided by the rules... who wants to be the negative Nancy who tattles on everyone? Not fucking me! Loyalty is important! So when i made my group, which stemmed from that one, it also had to be secret. In order to protect the feelings and secrecy of the bitch group. <br />
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One day in rant and share too much, someone brought up an annoying chick attempt at photography. This girl had made a post in drama free about starting her own business as a photographer. She went out and bought a camera (dslr) and took some pictures in a practice photo shoot. The picture she posted and ASKED FOR OPINIONS on was of a girl, sitting in a cave, holding what appeared to be a Dorito next to her face and smiling. The lighting was horrible, the picture was posed, and it had no feeling or depth. This is what she planned on using to get business? Lol ...um ok. She asked for opinions and i tried as nicely as i could to mention that sometimes you should just let pictures happen on their own. Not pose people ...or chips... and expect a good picture. Well she was not happy with my advice and made it known. Next thing you know chips were a hot topic and hilariously funny in the bitches groups. Andrea, who was friends with the chip girl Brittany, decided she was going to make a huge post in drama about how mean girls were making fun of said chip and beating a dead horse. In that post she happened to make a reference to "sahm's" or stay at home moms. This put everyone in an uproar and the next battle began. Andrea became the new uni. She was then taking control of the group and deleting whatever posts she liked. Everything was chaotic and crazy. Shawndah and Savannah started going at it again. Putting me in the middle. I refused to take Savannah's side and said i liked them both and they would have to battle it on their own. This caused Savannah to be pissed and leave the group, but not without first tattling about the bitches group. Drama free was no longer drama free. <br />
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The next wave to hit was epic. Andrea and Brittany then made friends with majken who was a severely quiet strange girl. Majken saw this as her time. The moment she had been waiting for. She was going to be a mommy board somebody, and she was going to take me down to get there. I had met majken 3 times. Once we flew to SC to a mommy meet up at Ellen's house where we met shawndah also. This was a wonderful trip but majken was welll, just a little "off". I actually felt bad for her because i could tell she was a little socially "different" and tried my best to protect her from shawndahs shit talking. Shawndah was the ultimate mean girl .She knew her shit when it came to alluding others into believing she was your best friend, and the bashing your shoes coat and mommy abilities behind your back. So when all the drama hit, majken decided to create her own group. The only rule was this, you could not be friends with heather lol. Um ... are we 5? Because i seriously felt a pig tail pull with that move! Next she tried to blame me for stealing from one of my most favorite mommies, carol. <br />
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We had a mommy meet up in may, a few weeks prior to the drama and a few weeks after the South Carolina meet up. Carol was one of my favorite mommies, i would have seriously given her my last dollar if i had to. She was an amazing real woman, with an awesome smile, sense of humor, and amazing intelligence! So when majken brought her to the meet up, i was sooo excited. Carol had brought her Ipad with her and before she left i told her, and i remember, "don't leave that ipad on the table because i can not drive it back to you" lol. She took it and went on her way to the car and put her things in her trunk. Now carol is positive she put it in the trunk. She and majken drove hours back to majkens house where carols car was in Orlando. Majken made some shady moves and unloaded all of carols things from her car to carols. When carol got hom, the ipad was gone. She immediately called majken and asked her to check her car. She could tell right off the bat that majken was a little odd sounding and knew something was up. Right after majken calls me, and tells me to looks for it. I of course knew carol had taken it and explained so. After all of this the drama occurred, majken made her move to create the new group, and then told everyone i had stolen carols ipad. To this day carol will tell you that she is positive majken took it and i would never steal anything from anyone. Just goes to show you that you can meet some major crazies in a mommy board. I blocked majken, and she blocked carol and her group died one day later. Congrats on that btw... shortest lived group ever! <br />
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So while majken is having group failure, Andrea decided to take Savannah and a few others and turn them against me. It was heather apocalypse number 2 lol. And all over a fucking picture with a chip. I am sorry but who really gives a fuck? Has no one ever heard of a block button? One push and the drama is gone lol. So in this group a friend of mine decided to bring me up negatively and the aftermath was crushing. <br />
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People can say a lot of things about me, but dont ever say that i am a bad mother. The things some of these ladies wrote about me and grayson were purely disgusting and sick. All of them went on block and i spent my first mothers day in tears. For once they hit me where it really hurt. They won the battle but not the war. From that day forward i really trusted no one, and that was a good thing... because the real backstabbers were still lingering by my side... <br />
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A few months go by but nothing is ever really the same. 75 percent of the group has blocked majken and the others and the rest are awfully quiet. 50 shades of bitch club then rises from the dust. It was my group. I invited who i wanted and we had some fun for the last time. It was all good until homophobic chicken got involved... <br />
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Now everyone knew who i was close with and who i wasn't. But i did make a few mistakes on choosing my allies. Melissa was one who had been there since the beginning. When her son had no crib set, i bought her one with my tax money. When she decided to come last minute to Florida to visit me i cleaned and opened my doors to her, bought food and gas and her airplane ticket, and arranged to drive 3 hours to a mommy meet up for her. We had an interesting time, but something was off. Melissa complained about everything. And at the end, never even said thank you. After that, we stayed close, but never like we were. Casey and i were close also, i truly thought of her as one of my best mommy friends. And shawndah had become more than keeping her close to stay safe, i really respected her and thought i had been wrong. All of this went on until one day when chick fila announced they were against gay rights and donated money to many anti-gay charities.<br />
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Being the daughter of a gay woman, having gay friends, and having half a fucking brain to know that hate was wrong, the chick fila nonsense really bothered me. I posted on my regular page countless pictures mocking the stupidity of this christian company and also made it very clear i would no longer be spending my cash there. One of the girls in "50 shades" the newest group decided to get into a confrontation with my mom on my personal page and said some really ignorant things. I was outraged! This prompted me to make a post in my group, 50 shades, about the said drama with my mom and how i did not appreciate that. Well next thing i know, shawndah and casey are full fledged bringing it on about chick fila. I said lets just agree to disagree and thought that would be the end. Nope. They then followed into multiple groups (wte) (drama free) and (bacon) provoking this stupid shit about chickfila. Just trying to get a rise out of me. I left each group one by one and decided enough was enough. But Melissa made a new group and asked me to come back. <br />
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After that a lot seems blurry. Many people chalked it up to "my drama" again. It didn't matter how i tried to avoid it, they wanted to be in the popular club and would agree with whatever shandah and casey spewed to them. I was not there to tell the turh... and i worked all day. I didnt have time to beg strangers to be my friend. Thos who still cared, stayed. But then shit got even worse, melissa got involved with casey and shawndahs shit. It was made very clear i was pushed on the outs and they were forming their own gang. I simply didn't care. I blocked them all and went on. <br />
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That group stayed small for a while, and 50 shades continued on without me. Even though i created it, from what i had heard shawndah and casey were more than happy to take over. My real life friend "erin" had been in there. She took my place and everyone was happy to kiss her ass lol. Fine by me. Life went on and on and they continues their shit talking without me... I was happy and moving on... until... <br />
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The election. Again, it was my personal fb wall that caused an argument. First argument was with erin, her constant romney posts drove me insane. And the cryptic status updates got old. I knew that she was kissing ass and getting it in return with shawndah and casey, so i just let it all go. Who needs enemies with friends like that? So time went on and drama reared its ugly head one more time. This was the last time. Through this whole journey i had been friends with a few people and had never ever fought. One of those was jordan. I still love jordan to this day and consider her a real life friend. Also amber and sarah and ellen. But jordan and i got into a snidbit of a fight in the last remaining group i was in. We had just opened it up and thought enough time had gone by to introduce some old and new members. Things were great and really active. Until mel and shawndah came in. Jordan for some reason had touched a nerve with me and i her. We had a small fight resulting in her making a ridiculous post about me in my group. She then knew it was wrong and apologized to me. But that didn't stop all the texts and private messages she had gotten the minute the fight hit the airwaves. Shawndah, mel, jennifer (who was the worst) and ale (who pretended she was my friend) all made horrible nasty messages or comments about me. Shawndah and mel were a given. I mean lets face it, they showed me "the light" a long time ago. But jen and ale pretended to be my friend as of 2 hours ago! and now they are saying this horrible shit about me? How sick and childish... it was on. <br />
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I will say i went out with a silent bang. I let everyone know the true colors of these crazy freaks who i thought were once my friends. Since when did i become such a lonely pathetic stay at home mom drama freak? This was all absurd. Erin who was still in the groups lets me know how much our friendship meant to her and that she would drop those "wacko's" in a heart beat. But the weird thing is... she didn't. She created a whole group for them to secretly talk crap in. And then named it "shiny happy people". How ironic. These women have shown me a lot. They have shown me that whether you know someone online or in real life. They will most certainly fuck you over, even if it is just to gain Internet popularity. They have shown me that standing up for yourself is important, because others will lie about you faster than your head can spin. They have shown me that women can be down right nasty. Way worse than any man could dream of being. And they have shown me that having a true friend, will be proven through many trials and tribulations. Ther will most definitely be that someone who will stand by your side even if it means being different, or facebook blocked. It mean that there are people who can sit back and laugh without having to make everything so fucking complicated. And it shows that even though some people are completely scandalous, it doesnt mean they are 100 percent at fault. Looking back at some of the things i may have said or sone, i feel bad. But not nearly as bad as these people should feel. The grown up in me wants to remember the stories they shared of their sisters death, or husband who might be gay, or strange obsession with their husbands job or friends...Just so i can possibly give reasons to why they would be so deranged... but its not worth it.... whats worth it is to know i am better than mommy boards... <br />
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So when i wake up, and check facebook, i know i have real friends. When i open my door and take my kid to the park, im enjoying real life. When i pick up my phone and see a text, i don't have to wonder if that person just got done shit talking. I have all of this because the people still in my life have proved they are real... and not psycho's sitting at home with a lap top and bon bons lol ... <br />
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PS- i also want to make it clear that not all mommy board people are nuts. I miss some of them a lot. I have also been a part of a normal functioning non affiliated july mom group for a few months now. It is less intense and totally actually drama free. Im lovin it ;) <br />
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xoxo- heather <br />
<br />Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-4659962246702763672012-11-21T14:46:00.000-05:002012-11-21T14:46:07.704-05:00Its only stalking if you wont admit it... This is no joke, I have become a Full Fledge Facebook Stalker! I can not help it.. I like to blame the lack of activity at work. And also my lack of interest in "family guy", which happens to play for hours when I am home with J. Why must we watch the same freakin episodes over and over? "I haven't seen this one, I swear" j will respond to my protests. "Um, really? Well how much do you wanna bet that Peter and Bill Clinton become best friends, smoke pot, eat a live pig, and then fight because Bill fucks Lois?" I respond to him with an eye roll. "You saw the preview for it..." J will tell me and honestly believe himself. I swear he lives in his own little fucking dimension lol. In this dimension every episode of Family Guy is brand new and the last time I cleaned the house was 2010 lol. <br />
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Anyways, I am straying from the point. I have so much time on my hands, and such a face book savvy brain, that stalking is easy... and addicting. You can only status update, blog, and post ecards for so long before you are bored. So my mind starts to wander. hmmmmm...... <br />
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<em>"NED : <span class="userContent">Our don't u love the ones that says ewww look
at them our they fat our they ugly shit half the time u ugly u fat our
way to skinny and u hate what u see in that mmirror but its u and u look
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<span class="userContent">Dear god, where do I start??? First of all, "OR" is the proper spelling, "OUR" means belonging to both. And since when did all punctuation just fall off the face of this polluted earth? These status updates rarely make sense, and rarely have a comment or a like. Sometimes I wonder if they are about me... but this time... I have a feeling it isn't. Previous posts have shown the drama did not stop with me, and has continued with "NED-ELLA".... Speaking of nedella, her posts are usually equally annoying and forthcoming. If you are having drama, why do you need to inform the entire town of bradentucky? Why does your second cousin once removed need to know you and your boyfriend will be "doing the dirty" for your one year anniversary? (Also known as NEDS prison release date)... This is obnoxious, to say the least, but also highly entertaining to your "HATERZ" as you call them. Them being me lol. But I must say, whenever you reference me, call me names, speak of my relationship with NED, or even post your obvious jealousy of the above mentioned... It still amuses me. Any time I see my predictions for your pathetic life come true, the little immature skinny girl inside me smiles. But no matter what you post, the fact that you are proud of your "ghetto-ness" seriously makes my day, every day. Here was one of my favorite posts geared at me, with a lovely picture to go with it... </span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><em>"Nedella: <span class="userContent">Lol, I must be bord... thanks H sincerely
from the bottom of my heart for givin me the best thing that ever
happend to me. I for once in my lyfe can be so appreciative to a bitch I
dnt even know."</span></em><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span><br />
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Oh skanky Nedella, you are sincerely welcome. And I thank you, for the severely bi-polar posts you make on a daily, that remind me why I left Ned in the first place :) . I have never had the best memory ;) These posts are some of the mild examples of the ups and downs. I see it go from "my disny princess women" (lol) to "why cant u just love me even though I fuck up everyday please come back". Face book soap opera lol ... js.... <br />
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So you see, there are many people to occupy my bored moments and to stalk via facebook. New ones pop up everyday. I must admit that visiting peoples pages that you actually "like"... kind of sucks. I don't want to see someone I like fight with their significant other, or hear about the long line at the dmv... I wish good things to my actual friends and family. So all in all... I have absolutely no shame in facebook stalking. It occupies me in times of need, helps me realize I have made the right decisions for me, and confirms the fact that my haters are still obsessing. I guess I am just purely comfortable with my "unhappy" life and fully confident in my need to fill the boring moments with other peoples bs... So keep writing, and I will keep stalking :) In fact, I invite all my haters reading my PUBLIC blog, and looking at my public posts on facebook, to continue to do so :) As ned-ella says... Keep Hatin bitchez ;)<br />
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I find it very odd that there are a few things in life that seem to simply defy the laws of physics and well... disappear. (Eraser dust.. where the fuck does that shit go??) First we will talk about socks, everyone knows that socks disappear. But, where the fuck <em>do they go</em>? Even though j loses his, my worst issue is not socks, since i own 0 pairs. What's to lose? </div>
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My biggest fucking loss seems to be "HAIR TIES". I am a hair tie wearing fuckin freak. Just to CLEAR UP any confusion, a hair tie and a <em><span style="background-color: yellow;">SCRUNCHY</span></em> are two very different things. Now yes, they both kind of "do the same job",but a scrunchy is purely for washing your face or staring in a new 90's sitcom... You can not, and NEVER will be able to fashionably wear a scrunchy... yuck... <br />
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So... I seem to have an obsession with the lazy way out. On work days, I wake up, do my thing, take a shower, throw my hair up, apply make up, and then haul ass to work. The thing is, I will seriously buy a pack of hair ties, and within a week, they are gone. Is there some weird dimension full of fucking hair ties? Or, what if the underwear gnomes from south park really exist? If so, they never take my "draws". I am pretty sure i still have a thong from high school in my drawer. So maybe they only steal men's undies? Like, skid mark search parties? </div>
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WHAT IF , they steal J's underwear and my hair ties to bundle all of them into one collection with our address on it? Weird!! I just don't get it... Now, I used to have a theory, that my cats stole the hair ties and then played with them. All the time I would find my hair ties in the cat food bowls... and then I would reuse them lol. Gross? Who cares!? I am sure you have put worse things, in worse places... (I.E your mouth mmmhmm)... So mAYbe.... My cats were killing the underwear hairtie gnomes, and now that I have locked her in the garage, she can no longer save our unmentionables and lazy wear :( ... And, if she is in the garage now, does that mean she might attack the dryer with the land of missing socks? Can we make up for hairtie underwear losses on J's socks? I should sooo be a problem solving loss prevention adjuster.... Just some random thoughts.... My own version of conspiracy theories... You have your Obama Muslim shit.. and I have underwear hair tie gnomes... </div>
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-62924784320697446432012-11-18T16:03:00.006-05:002012-11-18T16:30:55.559-05:00PMS VS. PPI'S and FML'S... What a day from hell. HELLLLLLL. Is this really my life?<br />
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Lets start with last night... I am scheduled to midnight, but get "lucky" enough to be released from my prison at 11. I lock up everything tight and then go out to my car. Whenever I am leaving I always know the exact spot to roll my tires to, so I can shut the gate at night. The spot is just over the hump from the drive way at work, to the street. I park over the hump, lock the gate, and hear my shit hole people mover stall out. I get back in, look at my gas gage, and immediately know the incline is to blame as much as my empty bank account and almost empty gas tank. After about 10 min of pushing my car into the street I finally get in and start home. I realize while I am driving, I lost my cell. Searching frantically and trying to navigate the hood, I finally find it and leave my bestie a horrible message. "How dare you not answer when I called 3 times and was stranded in the hood. I HOPE WHEN THEY CALL YOU TO NOTIFY YOU OF MY DEAD BODY, YOU GET THAT CALL! click".. How dare she not answer to her bff at almost midnight. Lol. Prettty sure, i can blame that one on the PMS.</div>
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12:20 pm... Drunk fucktard number 3. This guy calls beforehand, curses at me on the phone and then proceeds to walk in with his skanky girlfriend who looks rode hard and put away wet. His first statement is as follows... "This is fucking ridiculous, I have been parking in that lot since I was 21 and have never been towed, when the fuck did they start towing from there?"... THAT WAS IT. IM FUCKING FED UP! My response "Sir, they have signs posted everywhere in that lot explaining the right for the owner to have your vehicle towed. Next time try going someplace where you will have no trouble finding a parking spot and will not be towed from, LIKE AN AA MEETING, now GOOD DAY!" </div>
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Its now almost 4. Things have slightly calmed down some, but I did just get a call about a jumpstart I must have overlooked, from 1pm. :-O .. and i finally got some food thanks to my wonderful friend and blog follower Jaime, and lastly the calls have somewhat regulized. But i just cant help the want to fucking bawl... Is it PMS? PPI'S? FML'S? I dont know... but im seriously ready to go home. This is what it is like to be me for a few fucking hours... </div>
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-68410827823108739292012-11-16T20:10:00.000-05:002012-11-16T20:10:04.355-05:00"Thanks for calling Little land of drama, this is heather...."So you would seriously think my job would be cake. I work with one other chick for about 5 minutes a day and the rest of the time I am alllll alone. NOPE. My job is the most dreadful place I have ever been. Ever heard of making a mountain of a mole hill? Well I am pretty sure my boss has mastered making dinosaur manure out of a mouse turd. Never, in my almost 30 years, have I met a more dramatic group of middle aged, or old, men. Each one of them has their own little quirks and peeves that is special just to them. For the most part I get along with most of them. But I must say, out of 6 of them, 2 of them really piss me off (not including the boss man). Like , piss me off more than an "under the skin on the side of your nose pimple". I will never understand why the drama is so necessary to them. <br />
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I always seem to land these jobs with the most unfortunate stipulations. Lol, boys and girls, college is definitely important! I come to work everyday and do what I can. I take calls when they come in, and I dispatch them. Collecting a bit of info and shoving it in to the dinosaur program seems like a cinch. If only. Somehow, someway, no matter what, something goes wrong. Now, I understand that in a perfect world, I would only be blamed for thing I do wrong personally. Not here... someone could fart into a leather seat before my shift, and if it still smells 3 hours later, its my fault. <br />
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Boss: "Well what the hell heather? Why the hell did you give him that fuckin call? Didn't you ask what he had for lunch first? Don't you tell the driver they need to fart outside the fuckin trucks? Now I have to hear this whiny little pansy ass complain about inhaling nose poop! God dammit, cant you do anything I fuckin tell you?!!!" ... <br />
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Me: "I'm sorry boss, I will make sure I let him know where to fart next time. :( :( "<br />
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30 minutes goes by and my boss has yelled at everyone in the office, changed four guys schedules, and locked all the bathrooms and taken away toilet paper. That is just one freakin hour at my work is like. Now the subject matter of farting was just an example. He has never actually blamed me for someone elses flatulence, but I have been blamed for things that are clearly ridiculous. Such as a driver wanting to take 2 hours off to eat dinner with his family. <br />
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I walk in to my shift 10 minutes early. My boss has hands flying, his sidekick is grinning, and the other girl is packing her shit to haul ass. Really? Fucking wonderful... I sit down and immediately am bombarded, screamed at, and then robbed of 2 of my scheduled days. While confused, and trying to get to the bottom of the screaming , I then find out what the issue was and dig a pretend hole in my chair and hide. All i can think during the screaming is WHY?! Why is this my fucking job... why cant he just chill the hell out! Is it really that big of a deal? And why the hell is it my fucking fault what someone else does or needs to do? After he screams at me again for being silent, he then tells me I will be fired shortly... not because of anything I have done, but because the effect this driver will have on business. After this driver has eaten his meal, business will just simply vanish, and then he will no longer need to pay me minimum wage to sit alone in the hood at night (secretly blogging to you all). I am pretty used to this by now and I can fight my need to cry or freak out. Once he sees that he is not having any effect on me, he will just try harder. So I have to gravel to him. It is not always easy, and sometimes doesn't work. I am usually pretty good at schmoozing anyone i need to, but this guy is a piece of work. I pretty much could tell him any damn compliment I could think of, only to have him pick out one fucking word and flip it allllll around on me. It is scary. And frankly, just poor business.<br />
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In fact, scared should be my job description. I sit alone at night in a dark towing building filled with rats. Yes... Rats. They are in the walls... the garage.. and the dumpster. It is super freakin creepy,l and almost as disgusting as the constant harassment from my boss. <br />
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The rats are not even the worst part though, and not the only ones scavenging for food. The homeless barefoot grown men wandering the hood drunk, are far more scary then a dumb rodent. I have to venture outside every once in a while, and we carry no cash, but behind the locked doors and gates... IM STILL SCARED! I seriously have never been one to enjoy chillen in the ghetto. <br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-7985970963640606942012-11-16T02:36:00.005-05:002012-11-16T02:44:24.217-05:00"That one friend" ....Facebook in a phenomenon. Some people wake up daily and check their facebook before they even pee and make pancakes. (Separately I hope ;) It almost seems to be a slight addiction. I love my facebook almost as much as I hate it. I mean how many times can you fight on a mommy board before you toss your lap top at a feather pillow? Even worse is attempting to status after a night of drinking. No, I must the worst part of all would have to be the "mobile app"...did that fucking thing ever work??? But then again, dear old facebook provides me comfort when J plays video games, when I am in an awkward situation and refuse to text the bestie, or even when I feel the need to surrender to adhd during a poo. Yes, that's correct, I have stalked you from my own bathroom. (Don't act like you haven't done it lol!) I must say though, the best part of facebook has to be "that one friend". You know exactly who I am referring to. <br />
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Time flew by and I watched "that friend" struggle with addiction, crazy 5 min relationships, and a persistent issue pertaining to "friend boundaries". Anyone who has ever facebooked me, can attest to the fact that I always respond to an IM or PM. It may take me a while, but, I always get back. The biggest annoyce had to be that this guy asked for advice more than Mitt Romney asked for campaign money! Me, never being able to say no, tried my best. I tried for quite a while actually to keep my "advice" friendly, mildly sarcastic, and genuine. But then one day I was just fed up. I point blank told "that one friend" that they were, well, "my one friend". They were actually the person who posts the most ridiculous shit to facebook <em>I</em> had ever seen! I must say,I MYSELF post some ridiculous shit on a daily... but this kid had me beat! here are some paraphrased examples....<br />
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<em>That one friend: Went to work today, made an extra five dollars, any fine ladies wanna jump on my bike and fuck me while I pedal? We could go down to Sarasota, and have a good time. I love life and everything is perfect today! ahhh come on?</em> <br />
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ME: <em>"hey 'that friend', no girl wants a guy publicly posting that he wants to fuck whores on bikes and that he is proud of a five dollar tip he received at his minimum wage job. If you ever want to move out of that room you are renting from the old lady with serial killer eyes... i suggest you delete that shit and concentrate on fixing your life.."</em><br />
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<em>That one friend: These are the nights i really want to snort a bunch of blow and walk around this mansion i am squatting in naked. I really love my life, any ladies want to keep me company and give me a ride to work tomorrow? I also am with an old man who will pay women to show titties.. i think we could really bank on this!"</em><br />
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This was horrible on my part. What if I get into a car accident? Lose my job? Gain 40 more pounds? What will make me feel better? "That friend"and the constant crazy status updates ar exhausted in my book... Guess I am S.O.L...LOL.<br />
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I have a theory. After having a baby you can use your "get out of fat free" card for so long. My theory consists of pin pointed time periods and ridiculous over exaggerated excuses. </div>
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Warning: this is total self loathing bullshit that helps only you get through the day... <br />
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<em>The day you give birth:</em> The day you give birth will always be joyous. That extra 30 to 80 pounds you have gained is jello down a pot hole after you see your precious babies squishy little face. Your first shower can be joyous, and leave you feeling refreshed and ready for new mommy hood (or returning).I mean lets face it, when that sweet little angel blessing comes out, so does some pretty nasty shit. But in my own experience, no matter how great you feel, you should never look in the mirror or step on a scale. For some <em>god awful</em> reason, that 8 pound baby, 7 pound placenta, and 10 pounds of water and BS may have left your body.! And the scale says you have only lost 4 pounds! How is this possible?!!!! Is this republican math?<br />
<em> MOMMY EXCUSE:</em> swelling!! You can blame it on swelling for at least a month, a c-section may even buy you 3... its hard work giving birth! <br />
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<em>3 months a mommy:</em> Most of you have been sitting at home enjoying a maternity leave for about 3 months. The weight may be packing on and breast feeding just wasn't for you. No matter what anyone tells me, I remember scarfing down 2 egg sandwiches with a leach attached to my breast. (That scary moment when you hope you don't drop egg yolk on your offspring's head is never graceful..)<br />
<em>MOMMY EXCUSE:</em> "I have been stuck in the house and getting no sleep. How many hours do <em>YOU </em>get a night??! I am going on a total of 6 in 3 days!!! I am <em>way</em> too tired for exercise and need to get back to working and having a purpose before I can shed my baby weight! Plus.. I wear yoga pants everyday... "<br />
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6<em> months a mommy</em>: Things are finally getting back into a groove. You are enjoying your baby and may have even shed a few of those extra pounds. In all reality you probably wouldn't notice a difference anyway because you are still rocking those yoga pants and your boobs have gotten a little smaller... But remnants still linger... </div>
<em>MOMMY EXCUSE:</em> "I finally get to sit down and enjoy a good meal. But unfortunately, I can not go out very often, I am a mother! Finding time to exercise is just as much work as actually doing it." It is also helpful to point out what a change balancing work and mommyhood is. Thus the reason you just cant shake your extra happy weight. (Csection mommies, dont forget to explain to others how they cut through your core muscles to pull out that baby with the giant head. )<br />
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<em>1 to3 years of mommy-ness:</em> This is the hardest time to make excuses for your weight, you have had ample time to make some changes in your lifestyle. You finally broke down and bought bigger pants and simply forget what it was like to be your normal self. There comes a point in time in life when all women must stop shopping in the JR'S section, this just may be yours ;)</div>
<em>MOMMY EXCUSE:</em> "My child never eats all their food. I must do my part and save the earth. Cleaning up whats left on that plate just may be the only civil duty I have time for anymore." Then, immediately start trying for baby number 2 lol.<br />
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All laughter aside, I have always struggled with weight and image. No fucking lies, I like me some food. Preferably fried. But after having Grayson, I found myself to be the largest I have ever been! How does it just creep up on you? Thank GOD I found a magic diet full of unhealthy drugs, starvation, and seriously fucking painful shots to the blubber. I lost a quick 20 pounds in just one month and now its slowly coming back lol. Don't you hate being that person who wishes they were as skinny as they were when they thought they were fat? Diet and exercise will always be the cure all! I could receive at least 20 comments about diet restrictions and exercise plans that will "totally work". But come on guys... I'm fat for a reason, I like food and hate exasperating movement! lol. I do have a dear friend, actually multiple friends, who have tried those "it works wraps" and honestly... they work! Or so I have seen. I know it sounds crazy, but there <em>is </em>magical cure all. Did you not see that I lost 20lbs in one month? (<em>whoo hooo magic white pills!!)</em> So, I am seriously thinking of trying one of these wraps and then blogging the results. I will be also offering one to try for free to one of my lucky blog readers also. For those of you not struggling, THANK YOUR LUCKY STARS! Weight issues in today society are so extreme! And even if you dont have a weight issue, there is always some flaw you see and think is 9 million times larger then it is to others. Kinda like my ass, or ego. Lol so keep reading you all... And I will keep writing while bored at work! Hope you all enjoyed my fat girl excuses :) Keep on Eatin on ;) XOxo-h</div>
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-78035894964890763612012-11-15T11:40:00.003-05:002012-11-15T11:58:10.646-05:00If the past calls, im letting it go to voicemail...Sometimes I think my past may still be defining my present. It may be a positive and a negative affect, but for some reason it still lingers in my head.<br />
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I know many have misconceptions about my past relationship with my ex, lets call him Ned. He definitely deserves a horrible name like Ned. Now let me start with explaining Ned's horrible addiction to drugs. Not a day went by when I did not have to count my money, find out what was pawned, or check the cell log. I lived day to day with fear of my life, at which that time I believed was out of my control. I wanted to work, pay my bills, and start a family. All of these things are completely possible for any young woman in America, well any young women who is not in a relationship with a NED. I am pretty sure I picked that name because he "needed everyday drugs" to survive.<br />
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Pills have to be my biggest fear for my child's future, after spending 10 years with a pill head who was in and out of jail. The unbelievable amount of friends, family, and loved ones I have seen affected, makes me want to vomit stomach bile. The affect of these people in my life have left me with some of my "bitchy" characteristics and fears within every relationship I have. Like lying, i have an over exaggerated fear of liars, ending in my mistrust in everyone. The need for security, which I have also learned I must provide for myself to make it through any day. Incessant need to control my surroundings, control is what keeps me from flipping my wig about little problems with potential to become big ones. All of these fears and qualities have followed me to my new life, from my past. It is kind of sad, and something I work on overcoming every day. <br />
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I have said before my life is far from perfect, but, having all of these issues that stem from my past does not come with some positives also. I have an unbelievable gratefulness for my child. Having pcos, an ex with druggy sperm, and two miscarriages, has made me realize everything I went through brought me to the most perfect gift I could ever imagine. Grayson. Thank god in heaven for unanswered prayers. I waited and put up with the most horrible gut wrenching situations, so I could be brought to Grayson. No matter what ever happens, how I am portrayed, or where I end up, I know I will have my son. Now, I know I am not the only one who has ever battled being the "other woman". The most important woman being the drugs in my ex's life. I always said he was cheating on me everyday, with drugs. I sit and look at many of my friends who are battling what I have. I wish I hadn't and I wish they were not now. But what <em>can</em> I say to make them realize that there is more to life than fighting someone elses battle with addiction. I guess nothing... it didn't matter what anyone told me.<em> I loved this guy</em>. He was my whole world... bla bla bla. He convinced me I was his whole world also, and he needed me. I <em>had</em> to stay with him no matter how much he caused me to fail, cry, or die inside. He was my drug, and I was not his. He told me no one would ever want me, and I would end up alone... At first that statement was ridiculous, like he could seriously chase away anyone in my world. But eventually, my world got smaller and smaller...The fear of being alone became too rational for comfort. I stayed even longer.<br />
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It took his last embezzlement and a punch in the face for me to let go.<em> Why</em>? Why after 10 years of being violated, lied to, cheated on, disrespected, verbally abused, and degraded, did it take him being incarcerated for me to move on? I guess a part of me can see that as 10 years wasted, or a seriously<em> long</em> lesson! But today I am stronger, in fact, i reach new levels of self respect and strength everyday. I have a beautiful son and a "j". Lol. I have my own mind and thoughts and feelings that I will never hide. I have found these inner strengths simply because i have an amazing since of pride. I know what you are thinking.... how can I have pride after 10 years of mistakes? I have pride because I broke free and rebuilt the life I wanted. I stayed stronger than the addiction to him, my addiction to drinking that followed, my depression, and my need for this dysfunction that came with NED. <br />
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When Ned was released from prison, a piece of me was curious. I wanted the "I'm sorry" that I felt I deserved after years of horrible pain from this fucking prick. Now lets get this clear, I had finally seen the light, and was not even this smallest bit attrected to ned, but i did try to form a friendship with him. Many were skeptical and believed I would attempt to go back to him. Why? Did the Nazi's return to the war camps? No! I did not want any further torture from him, just an understanding I guess... I wanted an adult friendship. I wanted one tiny bit of maturity and adult behavior from 10 wasted years of my pathetic life with him. I couldn't get that from him though... why? His new girlfriend.... who we will call Ned-ella... She did not want any part of this. To her my need to have a friendship with this "boy" was sexual, loving, and adoring. Let me set the record straight, it was anything but those things! My phone would ring, and it would be him... or her... and drama would follow. Now after everything is said and done.... I have come to the conclusion I don't need an " I'm sorry".<br />
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In fact, I don't even need an answer to why, I seriously don't need anything from these people. A goodbye, and knowing that no matter what, I am a good person and can look in the mirror is enough for me to get through any day. My son is enough to prove I am blessed. So if my phone ever happens to ring again... and I see its my past... I will be hitting the fuck you button... and letting its nasty ass go to voice mail.... <br />
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The purpose of sharing this is that I do have many friends struggling with addiction or as a partner in the same kind of relationship... just know... determination is all you need, let all that other BS go to voicemail.... XOxo-h<br />
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Mommy has a potty mouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025877931585025888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4362485998818598797.post-53873171282690662822012-11-14T21:52:00.000-05:002012-11-15T01:05:20.843-05:00Toddling in wal-mart.. Well since my first blog was explaining my need to blog, and so forth, I am going to go ahead and address one of the pains in my ass lately. No, I am not talking about J knocking at the backdoor. Anyone who knows me will attest to that door being locked and the key tossed into the ocean. I am talking about taking grayson to any store. 16 months has to be the hardest age so far. The tantrums my child throws just may surpass my boss finding out Obama was re-elected. This came to my attention on Monday. I decided to load up the car and head out to the local wally world and do some grocery shopping and money flushing before work. Gray had his nap and his lunch, any mother reading this will know exactly the importance of that statement. I am thinking I should be golden, right? NOPE. There is no possible way to keep my child happy in a store, or to control my need to call him "asshole baby". I try to use visualization, ya know, going back to those moments when he first smiled, first gave me a hug, or said his first cute little hewwo when picking up the phone. None of those moments could cure the pits of hell in walmart on that day. I believe it was the exact moment he screamed bloody murder, wiped a giant red stain of nutrigrain bar on my white shorts, and ran down the isle into a sea of old people, that I knew the terrible twos were real. Now, I was skeptical when it came to this horror. When you don't have children all you can think is that this person, who's little terror is ruining your monday nutrition adventure, must have created this evilness by lack of parenting. THIS IS NOT TRUE. I am beginning to think there is no real answer to the terrible twos, tantrums, or shopping with the above mentioned. They exist, and my child is living proof. No matter what you do, someone is going to get hurt while you are deciding what kind of cereal to buy. Sometimes I stop and wonder if it would be easier only taking one child to the store. The other child being an almost 30 year old man. Now I will gave j some credit. He finally realizes mommy has had a breakdown, and she is about to pummel an old man in isle 3 for staring as she rips opened the food she has yet to pay for, in hopes to shut up the demon. Or that he keeps his mouth shut after the 90 year old woman tells grayson to stop crying or he will never grow boobies, because mommy was ready to pounce. Since when would I want my SON to grow boobies? And is it ever acceptable to tell a stranger in the store the sad story of your own discipline attempts? Between the old people staring and offering "advice", and the single men not at work at 2pm on Monday shopping for one, I didn't know who I wanted to assult first. When did society become so blatantly rude? Finally I gave grayson to j and they walked off. A few minutes to myself was long enough to stock up on frozen chicken and frenchfries and haul ass towards the sound of a screaming toddler. No matter what store you are in, how many children are present, or what noises are surrounding you, you can always hear the sound of your child screaming. This sound should be compared to the sound of a ticking clock during a midterm you did not study for. You are simply fucked. Suddenly I hear quiet, and in "rolls" J. Grayson is quiet, and they are in a motorized chair. Really? As if people were not already staring? Now we are riding around in a motor chair like lazy fucks, with a basket of frozen chicken, french fries and diapers, and a terrible toddler covered in something red. Picture all of that next to a mommy spouting off profanity at the mouth. No wonder people stare... is this real life? Yes ... and just a few short hours out of one fucking day in my life.... but heres the sincher...I wouldn't trade it for anything... except maybe a winning lottery ticket and a date with that wolf kid from twilight.... jk... ;) ... kinda... <br />
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