Sometimes I see peoples statuses online about their moms, or hear them complain about them in person. It always makes me glad that my mom is my mom. I got pretty lucky as far as moms go. Sure, she made her mistakes raising me, but every mother does. I can share anything with her, I can go to her with any problem and I know she will always be there to help me any way she can.
We may fight, and the bitch may steal my clothes from time to time, but I fucking love her. She has never turned her back on me and never would. Even though the kids and I drive her batty sometimes living here with her she is (usually) never really mean or anything like that. She is going through the change though, so she has a tendency to be a little moody. Even on her worst day though, she's still not that bad.
She makes up for the fact that I grew up calling a complete douche "dad". He recently tried to come back into our lives again but true to his usual form, he disappeared before he even physically came around. Goodbye and good riddance!
I am a part of a very large and diverse family. Many names, many bloodlines, all brought together by love. I consider my first father in law, mother in law, and sister in law to still be my family. Jacob's father and his wife are a part of our family as well. Birthday parties for all of our kids are always interesting! It takes a village to raise a child, and we have a pretty good village here. My children and I are surrounded by love and support here. We have a good church family that truly cares as well.
For once in my life, I'm glad to call this place home.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I'm more of a sinner than a saint.
Aren't we all? It happens. I had to go for a bridal fitting to order my dress for whit and jd's wedding tonight. 9 of us went to the Dallas area to get tuxes and dresses then go have dinner together. There were some highly inappropriate jokes made (are you surprised? No? I didn't think you would be) and a lot of laughs had. Even though we had a lot of fun, there was still an underlying sadness there for me.
Some days are harder than others. I miss him more. I can be surrounded by people and still feel so completely alone. Tonight was like that. All day really. The next several months wont go by fast enough for me. I had plenty of snarky and witty things to say for this blog, but once I sat down, sentimental seemed to suit better tonight. For now anyway, I make no promises as to what the next few paragraphs will hold.
Last night is another night I wish that Case had been home. It was time to bathe the dog. For those of you who don't know, I have a great dane. She isn't even full grown yet. I decided to bathe her in the bath tub but she had other plans for me. One paw was all it took, down came my shower curtain rod, which hit the towel holder and knocked it down, which bounced over into the shower and knocked all my soap and shampoos over. The best part of it all? My dog gets the runs when she's nervous...she shat on my foot. Nothing major, just a little bit. I started to smell something funky and I looked down and saw the stuff on my ankle and was like "WTF?" And then it dawned on me...bitch shit, on my foot. ON. MY. FOOT.
Some of you may read this and laugh because you think I deserve it. I laughed when it happened and I still giggle when I think about it now. Laugh away, that's the intention I had when I decided to share this story. I guess I couldn't stick to sentimental. I have no acid tinged barbs to hurl in this blog. No one has really pissed me off lately, I let stupid people and their ignorant acts roll off my back a lot better now. If you had any idea what I went through this summer, you would know why I decided to let go of everything that happened between May and August.
My best memories of this summer were made with Jamie in Virginia. Sure I've had fun since then, but she was my saving grace for a month of it. I don't know what I would have done without all those nights on the deck with the captain and jose. I miss her, James and the kids like crazy and I wish circumstances were different, but I was needed here in Texas. Life threw me a curve ball but I still managed to smack it out of the park. Im making it just fine, contrary to what some might think. Life will be perfect as soon as he is back home with me.
Your advice for the day:
The key to a nice-looking lawn is a good mower. I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless.
Some days are harder than others. I miss him more. I can be surrounded by people and still feel so completely alone. Tonight was like that. All day really. The next several months wont go by fast enough for me. I had plenty of snarky and witty things to say for this blog, but once I sat down, sentimental seemed to suit better tonight. For now anyway, I make no promises as to what the next few paragraphs will hold.
Last night is another night I wish that Case had been home. It was time to bathe the dog. For those of you who don't know, I have a great dane. She isn't even full grown yet. I decided to bathe her in the bath tub but she had other plans for me. One paw was all it took, down came my shower curtain rod, which hit the towel holder and knocked it down, which bounced over into the shower and knocked all my soap and shampoos over. The best part of it all? My dog gets the runs when she's nervous...she shat on my foot. Nothing major, just a little bit. I started to smell something funky and I looked down and saw the stuff on my ankle and was like "WTF?" And then it dawned on me...bitch shit, on my foot. ON. MY. FOOT.
Some of you may read this and laugh because you think I deserve it. I laughed when it happened and I still giggle when I think about it now. Laugh away, that's the intention I had when I decided to share this story. I guess I couldn't stick to sentimental. I have no acid tinged barbs to hurl in this blog. No one has really pissed me off lately, I let stupid people and their ignorant acts roll off my back a lot better now. If you had any idea what I went through this summer, you would know why I decided to let go of everything that happened between May and August.
My best memories of this summer were made with Jamie in Virginia. Sure I've had fun since then, but she was my saving grace for a month of it. I don't know what I would have done without all those nights on the deck with the captain and jose. I miss her, James and the kids like crazy and I wish circumstances were different, but I was needed here in Texas. Life threw me a curve ball but I still managed to smack it out of the park. Im making it just fine, contrary to what some might think. Life will be perfect as soon as he is back home with me.
Your advice for the day:
The key to a nice-looking lawn is a good mower. I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless.
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