tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53592810791044647452024-03-08T00:09:40.897-08:00getting raised by my babiesThis is a spunky little bio of the life of a mother who loves with all her heart, and finds inspiration daily in her life, her friends, and in the lives of her children!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-91973197366268176292013-04-16T13:19:00.001-07:002013-04-16T13:19:08.621-07:00I Did It!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As you all know or have been aware of I had a bit of a rough start. I began the new life for me and my little one's with nothing. I wish I could say I had the ability to start off with a car, money in the bank, and a plan for success. But the reality of it is the latter. <br />
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The night that my little sister and my babies with the German shepherd in tow was well to say the least not a planned departure. It was a "Get the Hell Out of Dodge" trip. And for those of you that say I should have been a bit more prepared, I agree. But there are those changes in our lives that are not planned, or mapped out. This was one of those. <br />
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So after coming to a great little ski town of Red Lodge, Mt I was far from prepared for the challenges that would befall me and the babies. I was aware that working was a necessity and that the finding of a home was a must. But silly me thought in my little Polly Anna way that jobs would be readily available due to having 3 college degrees under my belt. To be honest I resorted to the first jobs that I started out with as a teen! Waitressing, Bartending, Cleaning Hotel Rooms, and being a Secretary. Ya for some odd reason my Advanced Degree in Forensic Psychology was not in high demand (except in divorce court)<br />
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Well I did what I had to do. I worked 3 and 4 jobs at a time, and I was always looking for the day when I could have just 1 job. This was my dream! To have a day when I came home and made dinner, ate with my babies, and didn't have to rush off to another job before they even sat down to eat. To be honest the first 3 years were the hardest I have lived through just because of the fear that engulfed me. I was constantly in fear of not being able to make enough just to get by, and with no help from the Frog Prince you can imagine how just having a little one come down with a cold could derail the small amount of money I made for 6 months. Having 4 children is well to be blunt expensive, and with out insurance it is the scariest thing EVER! <br />
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When I say that the money was hard to come by I mean it. I have had to depend on tips just to pay my rent. I have had my electricity turned off because it was so late, but when a mother has to choose food for the babies or heat its a pretty bad place to be. This was a struggle that I can honestly say I didn't face alone. There were great people in the town that literally were my glimmer of hope when the darkness had become so heavy it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other.<br />
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My children were by far the biggest strength that I had. I had no choice but to succeed for them. I couldn't just sit and cry about how unfair my life had become, or how I just wanted to give up. It has never been about me, it has ALWAYS been about them. I knew that they had lost everything that they had in their world. To see your children loose just the basics toys, beds, clothes, dressers, shoes, furniture to sit on, and TV. You are either lit by the fire to make things better, or you are going to just sit and wallow in the disaster that has become your life. I chose to make things better.<br />
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We started out in a great empty apartment. I had two mattresses on the floor in one of the bedrooms. No blankets, pillows, hell we didn't even have towels! But with hand me downs, kind hearts, and more hours of waitressing, cleaning, and typing then I can count we gradually worked towards normalcy. I had no kitchen stuff not a fork, plate, or cup! Forget about cooking I had no pots or pans! But when you ask you will receive! God provided just what we needed!<br />
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I still have hung on to the old pots and pans that a boss of mine gave to me so that I could make dinner's for my babies and even though they are far past their prime I still love to make food in them just for the memories that they hold of that first meal that I made in our little apartment. You see I found as did my children that the little things and I mean the really little things are what truly mattered. Heck when you go from washing your babies clothes in your bathtub because you can't afford the Laundromat you will cherish getting to have the luxury of washing your clothes in a washer and dryer!<br />
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Now though the struggles were numerous the blessings outweighed them daily! I remember getting the opportunity to apply for a job at a local Woman's Clothing Store downtown by a friend I had met through getting coffee. It was this chance interview that would change the course of my life far more than I could have ever imagined. <br />
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The job was a fill in position at first, so I added it to my other 3 jobs with ease. Then the position opened to be full time for the summer which I welcomed since believe it or not cleaning hotel rooms was not my favorite pastime(shocking I know! Its so glamorous ;) After starting the job at the store I fell in LOVE! The people were amazing, the girls I worked for were so smart, talented, and driven it was hard not to stride to be better and work harder!<br />
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Eventually the job started to change my life as well. I was able to cut down to 2 jobs, and I gained two very sweet and dear friends. These girls kept me grounded, in check, and well to be honest they wouldn't allow me to settle for anything! So with the love of these girls and the constant hand of God showing he was there just to help me get through all of the obstacles of life that often came my way. <br />
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I found that once I worked to try and gain in one area in my life there was always another challenge or two in my path. This was just well the way things seemed to work out. I know there are many of you who can relate. Its that slippery path of two steps forward three steps back. To say that I didn't end up having a constant battle would be a lie. Even when things would go good there was always those things to upset the apple cart. I struggled with this daily! <br />
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Then there was an opportunity that came to pass that to this day I never believed could happen! The store that I had grown to love, was offered to me to purchase. This folks is not something that happens to a girl like me. I can't tell you how hard it was to wrap my head around the plan. I was beyond scared! Heck it took literally a year of just trying to go through the motions of the idea to get myself to believe I could do it. My husband was beyond supportive, heck my boss believed wholeheartedly in me and my success. Me well believe it or not I was the one who just had backed myself into a corner of "What ifs", and to be quite honest I allowed Fear to engulf me. <br />
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It took a long talk in a car, and some stellar iPod music (wink, wink) to get me to see that I could bet on ME. I mean come on if I could succeed with nothing and get to where I was, this opportunity was bound to succeed as long as I bet on ME. So that's what I did. <br />
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On April 1, 2013 I purchased Sagebrush Sirens!!!!!! This was the first thing that I have EVER bought with a bank!!!! I have never bought a car, or even a home! You forget I didn't even have a check book! So with my Boss Miss Ryan Sankey, and my husband Joe Enos, I sat and signed papers saying that I could make this store a success! To say I was scared is soooooo a understatement! I was so shaky and nervous, the last time I felt this feeling was the day me and the babies left Wyoming during a snowstorm. But the difference this time? I know God has led me to this path, and that he has my back! I have an amazing husband who believes in me with his whole heart! And I have the skills, training, and experience with this business all because Ryan took a gamble that day and hired a mom of four who had no previous experience selling a thing, and who's resume was on one page. <br />
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So today I type this blog as a Store Owner! To those of you who think that you can never change the path you are on, I say this "You are stronger than you realize" I can honestly say that if you asked me in 2009 were I saw my future I would have been telling you that waitressing and bartending was what it was going to be just to get my babies taken care of. I never dreamed that in 2013 I would be here, and thank God for that! Though I took the harder path to were I am now, I am grateful for all of the lessons and life experiences that have brought me here and made me who I truly am. Sometimes we can learn more on a dirt road than we can in cruise control on the pavement of life. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-27772086147015272822013-03-15T10:18:00.000-07:002013-03-15T10:18:42.293-07:0015 with style and grace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well I knew the day would come that one of my minions would be turning 15, the problem was I was not prepared. You see when you hold those perfect little miracles in your arms you never imagine them leaving your arms.<br />
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I for one was not to thrilled with her growing up. Don't get me wrong, I am beyond proud of the amazing young woman that she has become but, well it wasn't supposed to be this fast! The day of her birthday I was excited, and apprehensive. Her aunt cried, her grandma cried, her daddy kept looking at picture's of the little girl he first met, and me well I was searching for the email or text from her asking permission to turn 15!<br />
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Apparently the older your children get the faster time goes. I still remember her only wanting her mommy, and her proclamation that she would always hold my hand and skip with me in public (which I must say she still does:) But now it has moved to Cheer leading, Track, BPA, School Dances, Face book, and Friends. <br />
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To say that I am proud of her would be an understatement. She is truly the self confidant, intelligent, morally sound girl that I wished I could have been at the age of 15! Rather than sneaking out, partying, and avoiding going home, she has taken her teenage years in stride and handles them with style and grace. She still tells me everything, she hides nothing from me or my husband and I think it is amazing that she has the trust in us to do this!<br />
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Rather than worrying about where she is we always know. She has a pretty lenient curfew because of the fact that she truly just isn't up to no good. Often her friends will come to our place and hang out and I must say I just love those kids! Plus nothing feels better than being the house that the kids feel safe at!<br />
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So I guess even though she is getting older, she still needs me. And that I hope never changes! I have recently ordered her a book and I think that you would all love to read it too! It's called "How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World" <br />
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I think we can all benefit from aiming our girls towards style and grace regardless of what other's in society think.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-8529952064510598032013-03-08T07:38:00.002-08:002013-03-08T07:38:44.797-08:00Parenting Alone: You Can Do It!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Many of you know that I went from a well to say the least Bad Marriage to being catapulted into being a mommy of 4 little ones all on my own. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, and quite frankly I would never recommend this path if you were able to in any way avoid it. But often like most challenges in our lives some things happen for a reason.<br />
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I have had the awesome experience of budgeting on a shoe string budget even though I worked 3 jobs, I have had my phone turned off, my electricity shut off, oh and the awesome experience of having bill collectors serve me with papers! These believe it or not were minor compared to the fear that encased my daily thoughts on whether or not my children were going to be ok. The fact is when you leave someone as only one person it is a pretty simple straight forward procedure. You leave, you make that decision, and other than having the awkward moments with his or your friends you pretty much get to go with little to no tie's bringing you back.<br />
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When you leave with a little one this is a entirely new ball game. You are often required to deal with the other person by law. Rather than getting that clean break you are forced to see each other on a weekly to bi-weekly basis. I have seen couples do this arrangement with ease, respect, and a mutual understanding that it is hard for both. I have experience on the other end of the spectrum, where the other party is not so kind and the exchange was painful, abusive, and fearful for the children.<br />
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I have often been asked why or how and what helped me make the decision to leave. This would seem like a pretty thought out plan to most, and it would be something that other's would even say had been discussed. I can only say that it was more of a "Fight or Flight" scenario. I left with the 4 babies, one German shepherd, and my little sister all shoved in her car. I had not packed clothes, or money, and well it was what had to happen. <br />
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Did I think of leaving? Often, to be quite honest, but the same things would hold me back, I didn't believe I was strong enough to leave. Fear was a paralyzing factor, and I allowed it to hold me in a bad situation for a long time. I was so afraid of the unknown that the idea of venturing out was not even realistic. So for those who say "You are so strong" , well I thank you, but the reality is strength was a learned thing for me it did not come to me naturally and to be quite honest I still struggle with it. <br />
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There are those moments as a single mom that I wondered if I was spending enough time with the children, felt guilty when I had to work long hours, felt guilty when I had to give them quarter's and dime's for lunch money, felt guilty when I had to hand wash their clothes in our bathroom because the laundry mat was too expensive. But through all of that we became so so close! <br />
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Our struggles brought us closer together! My children went from a fully furnished home to a bed in a room of a two bedroom apartment, and a rocking chair. They went from dance, and hockey lessons, to instead going to the park. They went from TV's in every room, to one TV and no cable but a dvd player with only a couple of movies. The fact is they went from a copious amount of things to the basic needs. <br />
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What has the loss brought us? Well we still don't have cable, we watch movies together, eat together, talk and hang out together, and we get to know that we can make it through ANYTHING TOGETHER! <br />
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You know those earth shattering, time stopping moments that you have as a parent? Often these can be brought on and caused by numerous issues often the worst is when you get the sinking feeling in your stomach and it is because one of your little one's is struggling in school! <br />
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Any parent will tell you we can take an onslaught of attacks from all directions and yet when it comes to the development of our little monkeys we tend to react like King Kong in Hong Kong! The ape jumping, grunting adult temper tantrum which causes our children to look on with disapproval. Well you see it has been a touch and go time with my youngest in school.<br />
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He is probably one of the sweetest, caring, boys in the world. But the poor little guy was not "Testing" well in Kindergarten. You see it was one of those awesome conferences that the teacher tries to tell you how happy and sweet your kiddo is all the while just trying to prepare you for the fact that the test results show that your little one may not be able to mutter the "Would you like to Biggie Size your order?" Key phrase for the position's that will be available to him with the way he is testing. This is discouraging to say the least, but the worst part is when you know the teacher's and the tests are right. <br />
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This is what we had to succumb to last year and decided it was to the best interest of our son to have another year in Kindergarten. The worst that could happen was he would be sad about not moving forward with his buddies but the fact remained he really was not all to concerned with that. <br />
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So this year we repeated Kindergarten. And let me tell you what a difference!!!! You see instead of coming in for the conference and hearing how he may or may not be Forest Gump's predecessor, we instead heard what a little prodigy he has become!<br />
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Yes folks he went from being on the bottom of the testing scale to literally trail blazing off of the charts!!! And if that was not enough, it turns out he is possibly as talented as Rain Man when it comes to math!!! And just so you know that is pretty flippin sweet!<br />
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We have learned that sometimes when you allow your child time to grow, and develop they will often succeed, and even exceed your goals for them. I am not saying he is perfect all around (tho rumor has it that he is) but I will say that the large challenges of last year have been nixed. Now the only concern is keeping him stocked in Lego's, books, and domino's!<br />
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Ah, that first glimpse into the blank slate of a New Year! <br />
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It's so fresh, and so clean, clean! (Sorry I sometimes break out into spontaneous song, don't judge it happens). I for one have been well the one who often has spectacular plans for new diets, work out routines, cleaning plans, you name it! <br />
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But you see I have AADD when it comes to resolutions. I am easily sidetracked, and often don't even realize I am off track till I am half way into a tub of Chubby Hubby by Ben and Jerry's. I also well have issues with telling myself "NO". Ya both super quality's to have when trying to change one's life!<br />
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So as you can imagine the results well are not as planned. Example's? Ah yes I have some just for you!<br />
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Remember the whole we are going to get fit if it kills us trend? Well it starts up around the last week of December brought on by the guilt of the extreme gorging which we partake in during the Holidays. This is often when I will get a "Fabulous Idea", I will have decided to start or join a class to work out. And folks lets just say me working out with a group often ends well bad. I for one am not really all to much of a coordinated individual, and following a group at a fast pace while trying to appear as if I am "OK" is not a great situation. <br />
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I have entered into Spinning Class to "Try It". This resulted in me spinning the pedals all sorts of awesome during warm up, but once we got the class going I ended up completely scraping my shin with the pedal that went astray when I lost my balance while trying to wipe the sweat off my face. This resulted in me bleeding, cussing, and oh did I mention making the rest of the class look on as if I had just lost a limb? Folks this was after just being in the class for 8 1/2 min.! And yes I count that last 1/2 of a minute because I am positive that was the time I spent trying untangle myself off of the bike!<br />
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Now why did I for a second think that I would be super amazing at a Spinning Class when true story I almost died on a 10 speed? I will tell you why, it was that whole Ooooh Ahhhh It's a New Year high that I was on! See this is my issue! I get stoked over a crazy idea, picture myself doing it with grace, and am positive I can do it.<br />
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There was also that one time I thought I could do a "Cleanse" it seemed easy enough, water the first day with only fruit, Second day water and vegi's , and the Third day was a water/tea concoction. Now due to the fact that misery likes company I recruited my little sister to join this sweet idea! We were going to do this, and work out, and fly, and find a unicorn! Oh ya we were going to do oh so many things while becoming Super Healthy!<br />
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Mistake number 1: My little sister is Hypoglycemic, as am I! Oh ya so copious amounts of sugar albeit natural sugar can and will cause the following side affects: headaches, dizziness, passing out, oh and shakiness! Not a problem because remember we are soooooo going to do this and oh so much more!<br />
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So as you can imagine Day 1 was GREAT!!!<br />
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It started with a gleeful trip to the grocery store! Oh berries, apples, oranges, and water lots of water! Ya we ate that fruit and talked about how amazing we were going to look do to this great cleanse!<br />
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Our day was well spent working and then reality started to set in when we were both feeling sick and had headaches. We didn't work out, cause we both had hella headaches! We didn't do anything but complain to each other and fall asleep at 9 because we were exhausted! But heck ya we were getting "Healthy".<br />
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Mistake number 2: I have to cook for a family of 6. Ya minor oversight. You see I for some idiotic reason thought that I would blissfully cook meals for my family with no issues, while drinking my water and eating my cucumber chips with out a care in the world! I mean because everyone knows you would never want a steak over a cucumber chip!<br />
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Day 2 REALITY: I was dying! I woke up with a migraine which was explained away by the psychopath who created this damn Cleanse as a purging of my "Toxins". Cooking? Oh ya that was super stellar! I was able to make my little family breakfast with some skill due to the fact that the room was moving and for some reason I could not stop spilling the juice, cereal, milk, ya I spilled everything! It was like a horrible inner ear infection mixed with a bit of sea sickness for fun!<br />
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I went to work which for the record the fact that I operated a vehicle is a miracle! Of course I discovered that my little sister was in a full on diet cleanse coma because she too was not able to stop the dizzy euphoria that we were in due to lack of any damn food that had protein or friggen calories! <br />
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But it was ALL good cause we got to eat vegi's! Ok first of all have you ever plotted the death of a vegetable? Oh really? Ya well I have! As did my little sis! The sight of the carrots almost brought us to tears, the peppers looked like they were seriously plotting against us, and don't get me started on the black olives!<br />
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Oh but wait what really rocked was the fact that the detox cleanse Nazi had us thinking that Coconut Water was the bee's knee's! FYI its not!!! What it is was terrible! But we were so starved for anything with taste, that we talked ourselves into believing it was so so good. This of course only lasted 15 min. because the effort we exerted to convince ourselves was exhausting, and we just ended up drinking water. <br />
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Now you see we are determined! By golly we were going to do this! Bodily side affects or not we were doing this! So my little sister went home, and slept. I worked in a coma type haze and was exhausted by even the effort to walk! By the time 6 o'clock rolled around I was so ready to die! But alas that was not going to happen cause I got to go home and Cook Dinner!!!!<br />
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I cannot honestly tell you what I cooked that night. I do know that I went to bed right after I put my babies to bed. My head was pounding, my body hurt, and did I mention I had no energy? Well I had no energy!<br />
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Day 3: This day sucked! There was nothing good about it! Both of us were dying, the room was spinning, and my little sister had to work. I caved and got us just coffee with honey and cinnamon. Here was the problem, the caffeine was beyond too much for our system! We were so so sick! At 4 o'clock I went got us chips and diet cokes! That night we ate real food!<br />
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Moral of the story: Cleansing is a tactic that should be used against mortal enemies! <br />
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So with the track record that I have with relapse's of New Year's Resolutions, I opted this year to simply do one thing. LIVE. <br />
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My "C" Word scare was not resolved until January 8th. I wanted nothing for the New Year but to LIVE. It was truly on January 8th I decided that after hearing I was OK I would LIVE. I am leaping into this New Year Chasing my Dreams like a Crazy Person, Loving my Family, and being Grateful for EVERYTHING and EVERYONE in MY LIFE!<br />
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This is the year I will make huge life changes, but all in the name of LIVING! I can not promise that I will not start a crazy diet, or join a crazy athletic class, or that I won't think that there is some crazy health trend that I should start, but I will LIVE!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-20062216555344679452013-01-18T20:19:00.001-08:002013-01-18T20:19:30.191-08:00getting raised by my babies: The "C" Word and no its not C yoU Next Tuesday! Bu...<a href="http://barefootandcrazy30.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-c-word-and-no-its-not-c-you-next.html?spref=bl">getting raised by my babies: The "C" Word and no its not C yoU Next Tuesday! Bu...</a>: As you all know I have struggled in my life. I pull no punches is saying that there are events in my life that have not been well my mo...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-57721785504273060052013-01-18T20:18:00.002-08:002013-01-18T20:18:41.512-08:00The "C" Word and no its not C yoU Next Tuesday! But Worse!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As you all know I have struggled in my life. I pull no punches is saying that there are events in my life that have not been well my most favorite, but damn I have learned every lesson that was important during the lowest points in my life. <br />
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So when I seemed to be having a basically fairytale ending to a well rocky road of a life. Ah heck lets not sugar coat it, the Divorce which is still epically trying to rear its angry head at every chance, and the unknown life's events that will come your way when you are responsible for the lives of 4 little beings you are sure to be dodging and weaving like a boxer in the ring! And to be quite honest I even laughed with my besti's about how Never Ever Never Ask the Universe "What Next?" because I promise the Universe will answer back loud and clear, and often in most cases with a Life Altering Event. Why? Well because quite frankly I believe God likes to put our booties in check when we continuously doubt him or his presence in our lives. <br />
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It was after a pretty stressful month that this very thing happened to me. I had been sad about a dear friend having to move, the awesome ex had reared his ugly little head and the court still had yet to rule 6 months after having to go to court, and well you know when it rains it pours! I went into the doctor because for lack of the right lingo I had a heck of a pain on my left side, and even though I fought going in I ended up finally having to.<br />
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Now for those of you that know me I loath needles! I mean really truly it is right up there with my ungodly fear of mice, and may in fact beat it. So when I went in I thought for sure it would be in, out you rock and you just need some antibiotics:) See that is how it should have been! It should have been but alas due to the fact that I don't enter into anything half way it was just not meant to be simple.<br />
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After a sweet little 4 hour tour, more needles than in a heroine house (and about the same amount of blood), a wonderful tour through the CAT Scan and we had just oh so much fun! I am hoping you understand that this is dripping with such a large amount of sarcasm that you would have to sport irrigation boots to walk through the first sentence! The fact is this, I have terrible veins! The poor nurses are forewarned by me that I am EXTREMELY hard blood draw, and that yes they may need two people in order to get the needle in. Why? Because for some horrible reason call it murphy's law who knows' but I literally can't stop shaking! My entire body from head to toe shakes, violently! Ya fun right? I mean you can just see the excitement on the poor nurses' face when she has to have one person (ie Joe) hold my legs, and one to hold my hand (Joe cause he has nothing else to do) and often another to hold my arm. I swear I feel horrible about it, and often tell them I am sorry more than a person who falls off the wagon and goes to AA! Oh and did I mention that even when they get the needle in my veins are Total Hater's and will just stop working on a whim? Well they do, why I don't know but I am telling you I have witnessed this happen 4 times in a row to the same poor nurse! I kid you not I have seriously thought of bringing the nurse a bottle of wine so she could at least have a drink on me after this event!<br />
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So with the amazing diagnosis that I had a bladder stone well I went home. Ya all of that for a bladder stone! I know I felt jipped too! But oh well it was what it was and I felt fine. The problem was that due to me having an extremely thorough doctor he decided since I had already drank copious amounts of a nasty fluid that they tried claiming tasted like Capri Sun (fyi lie's all lie's) and he already had me in there and there was this sweet background of the "C" word in my past I was really going to need to get a sweet PAP too! Oooohhhh Ahhhhhhh be still my beating heart! I mean come on that was Exactly what I wanted to do! I mean heck what woman doesn't just love the stir-ups? Or the fact that you are paying a person to skip right past dinner and a movie? I mean it was like he just got the golden ticket to my Hello Kitty and I got to pay him! Ya the world is jacked up!<br />
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It was with an extremely disgruntled and whining ensued proclamation that this was a bad idea that I submitted (I think it was the whole I am a doctor reasoning that got me). Either way it happened and I was told that the results would be given with a phone call. Yippee! I love waiting! I mean cause waiting often NEVER leads to horrific thoughts, nightmares, or a sinking feeling in your gut!<br />
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Well the results came back and ya remember the whole Never and I Mean Never ask the Universe "What Next?' It turns out I should have followed my own rule. Cause because guess what? The Universe decided to through back the boomer rang and hit me straight in the face! It was sooooo not even nice, cause hello I can not catch! <br />
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You know how when you see that the principal is calling you? Because maybe just perhaps he wants to tell you child is a saint and that he just want's your address so he can send you a cookie bouquet. Ya that has never happened to me either. And well this phone call ended about the same as the principle call. "How are you doing today?" Me: "I was doing super stellar til you called, what's up?" (and yes that is what I said you all know I have no filter) "Well you know we got your results, and well I have talked with a Oncologist and we want you to go see him" Me "So the results were not good?" "No, there are some "Bad Cells" Me "Bad Cells, well I am sure that is not good" "No, and we checked you for everything else and you are clean from STD's" Me "Dam, I wish it had just been Chlamydia , cause you can fix those" "Um, (gasp cause I shocked him about my lack of an STD) well you know we just want to act on this aggressively due to your past and hope that you can get better" Me "Ok well lets get the appointment, and go from there. Thank You." "No problem and I will talk to you soon"<br />
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This is one of those awesome bit's of news that well often results in tears, screaming, anger, and a few "WTF's". I had to break the news to my husband. We have not been married a year and you know I am an overachiever and I am sure he Totally wanted to do the whole "C" Word convo! I mean cause who doesn't love telling their spouse that you may or may not have this sweet health problem? I know I just LOVE ruining one's day with that kind of news! And I know you are all silently jealous of the fact that I have gotten to do this twice now. <br />
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The relaying of news went well! Oh super super awesome. Did I mention that well I am sick? Not like cough cough I have a cold sick but the I have a terrible sick mind and often deal with traumatic events with twisted humor and meanness? Well I do. So when my husband simply spoke out on his concerns I pounced like a tiger with rabies, and did the best "As God as my witness, I don't need a dam thing from you " speech. It was totally a good way to end ruining somebody's day. I told you I am super good at relaying tragic news.<br />
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I chose not to share this event with anyone but my closest friends, and mom and dad's on both side. It was for the best that my little one's knew nothing, and my oldest was told only because she is too dang smart for her own good. I prayed, cried with my friends, worried like hell about my children, and to be quite honest threw a temper tantrum on the floor like a 2 year old. I made sick joke disclaimer's to my friends and bless every one of them!!!! I am who I am, and they understood I needed them to listen to my jokes and know deep down I was as so dang frightened I could barely breathe.<br />
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"C Day" came and Joe and I went together to the doctor. Just so you know the moment we walked in the building there was a piano playing and not to be snide but it truly felt like this would be what Hell is like. The staff were way nice, but the fact that the waiting room was as scary as one could imagine. There were all stage's of the "C" Word in there and it was going to be a long wait. I think the sight of the waiting room was too much for both of us and in reaction to this twilight zone we couldn't help but laugh. <br />
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Finally it came time for us to go to that sweet exam room. You know the type, no color, beige walls, and no color. If you can remain intact when you enter this room you are stronger than me. I was ready to die. I mean if this was a positive result things were going to change. I wasn't as worried for me as I was my children, my husband, and my baby sister. Oh the worry that my little sister was to hear that once again my life was in limbo, that she would watch first hand again the results of this, well it killed me. I can take ANYTHING! But the stress on the family is something that I can not handle. <br />
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The appointment was standard, this is what we are going to do, this is how we are going to do it, and curtain pull. That awkward moment of hey I just met you, now put your legs up and lets get all up in your Hello Kitty (Never mind the fact we are not even on a first name basis!). Well long story short of all the gory details God is Good! I did not have the "C" Word!!!!!!! And yes I wanted to hug the doctor, but the dang stirrups well they make things like that really freaky!!!<br />
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Joe and I celebrated dodging the bullet at Rib & Chop and that was the first meal and beer I had tasted in over a month! <br />
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Thank You to all of you who knew, those of you who didn't but kept me in your prayers, and to my closest friends who I know felt the pain and the relief just as much as I did. I love you all and truly feel blessed to have you all in my life!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-18433553636306306552013-01-16T07:22:00.002-08:002013-01-16T07:22:15.808-08:00Marriage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ah so it came about that Joe in all his sweetness and I decided that yes in fact we would be married. The deal though was the "someday". You see there was a bit of bitterness in my mouth after the first turn of events. And for some reason yours truly was not to thrilled at the whole idea of re-offending again.<br />
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Don't get me wrong the guy was fabulous! He loved the kids, loved me, and loved my family. I mean for having all his bases covered he truly had taken care of business. But alas I was often heard when asked when we were getting married responding "Oh I don't know we will probably just get married on a Tuesday". You see I wasn't swooning over bride magazine's, or even swooning over locations, colors, dresses, pretty much was not a swooner. Which for a girl who love's nothing more than just dressing up, eating and drinking in a great venue was a bit off for me.<br />
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My friends joked about how I was the guy and my Joe was the girl! He was wanting a date for the wedding and I was the queen of avoidance on the topic. I mean why rush things? It was good the way things were, and quite frankly my past showed me that investing every part of my heart, and soul into someone didn't well turn out all to well. <br />
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You see there are things in this life that will turn even the deepest romantic against the idea of marriage. I don't believe I was anti my relationship I was simply anti the final vow. To swear to make yourself and another person tied together FOREVER is well a BIG DEAL!!!! Plus I wasn't that young jaded girl anymore that mistakenly entrusted my life in somebody else's hands. You can only imagine the long convo's with the girlfriends on this matter!<br />
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But on a Wednesday night in our garage while looking at Joe's chopper frame (he is building a chopper!) Joe looked at me and said "Hell I would marry you tomorrow! I have always said that!" I looked at him and joshed him and said "Ya right" and that is when the event of the year was started. The next morning Joe say's to me when I get up "So did you call the court house?" Me "Ya that would be a negative ghost rider, if you want to get married you call them" (Charming as always right?) Well the big surprise was ya he wanted too! So he called made an appointment with the judge and it began.<br />
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Joe Enos and Amber Patterson were married in the Red Lodge Court House on April 5, 2012. The bride wore a white dress with green polka dots, and the groom wore a black shirt and pants. The bride was given away by their son Aiden who sported a Mohawk. It was a small ceremony which was watched by the children and the grooms parents. It was DIVINE!<br />
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The bride and the groom celebrated with margarita's and hot wings at Bogart's with their family and friends! Later that summer we held a reception for the families and it was great! <br />
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So I guess never say never. And maybe just maybe your heart's dreams will come true, despite you;)<br />
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Hello my wonderful blog followers!!!! I was FINALLY able to access my blog!!! For some reason I believe that Bill Gate's may or may not be involved in the infiltration of my blog and has kept me out!(paranoid?slightly)<br />
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Much has happened this year. So for the following few weeks we will discuss the following:<br />
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1.) Holding a Child Back for a extra year<br />
2.) Marriage<br />
3.) New Business Venture<br />
4.) Crazy New Years Resolutions<br />
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You see there is much to cover oh, and let's not forget the nasty C word has made an appearance this year too. We will go over all that is crazy in my life and of course cover much much more from my crazy life!<br />
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Oh ladies and gents. I have entered into the FEARLESS ZONE!!!! You see as a mother there are moments that well will either make or break you. How you choose to take the news that your little cherub drops on you is really at least in my case whether or not I have had caffeine yet.<br />
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Mornings are often when I find my sweet lil one's like to stalk, and pounce me. You see before this mommy has coffee you could tell me you were plotting the next Armageddon, and just so you would stop talking at me I would most likely point you to the nearest gun cabinet, and remind you to wear a helmet. Judge me if you will I am just not a morning gal, and you can bet my lil one's know this and well they do tend to use this to their advantage.<br />
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Most morning's bless my oldest daughter's heart she makes me coffee (sort of like a peace offering for what is to be endured ;) Now every morning my youngest one will bounce, fly, crawl, or run into the room and announce "Good Mording Mamamama!" then he will promptly begin what I like to refer to as Chinese water torture of 20 questions. From "What time is it?" to examining my reaction to his sweet ensemble that he has concocted that morning.<br />
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Now don't get me wrong I adore the fact that the little mite loves to start his day with me (do to the fact I am his favorite mamamama, biased maybe but I will take it). But the problem is that well to put it bluntly he likes to dress like he is on his way to Carnival during a SWAT/Ninja party. My favorite part of his outfits is his justification's! I have provided some of my top favorites with his logical explanation's of them and his need to sport them to school.<br />
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I kid you not there was one day when the three youngest convinced me that it was Pajama Day at school and all of them went in their jammies! Don't judge schools are often throwing dress like a pirate, president, or wear your pj's to school days so when all 3 of them decided that they had to sport their sweet jammies to school and then orchestrated their little plan and set it in motion by baiting mommy with the whole nodding of their heads, and the "Mom we told you yesterday" it was not too far fetched for me to believe. Throw in the comatose lack of caffeine element, and like I have said before they truly could have convinced me the school issued this as a dress code and I would have followed it!<br />
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But the respect for the fearless dressing of a 6 year old is well inspiring! I have always loved the idea that my girls are creative and love fashion and be it they wore tutu's, tiara's, or stripes with polka dots and I have always stood by them. But the little dude is a whole new ball game, you see were girls accessorize with shoes, purses , and hair goodies he likes to add swords, bullet proof vests, hot wheel tracks, and gloves. No matter the ensemble I have used logic for the reason he is unable to sport the sword to school due to danger issues. Often bless his heart he will comply with the rules : 1.)No weapons; 2.)No safety goggles 3.) Animal hats are negotiable. (don't judge a animal hat is minor to the Nerf gun/sword!)<br />
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After you view the photo's of simply amazing ensembles you will see why maybe just maybe pajama day seemed like the most logical outfit of choice and when the animal hat craze started in his class I jumped at the idea!<br />
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Here is the truth: The bastard that started this lie needs to be hunted down and shot! Seriously?<br />
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I am a proud mommy of 4 babies, and I have survived 6 pretty tough pregnancy's but dang if I didn't beat myself up for years!!!! About how "bad" my stomach looked. What a shame! To be given children, and then handed shame and disappointment with the way our bodies look after the journey is truly a discredit to the journey as well as the mother's we have become.<br />
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First find out after the absolute longest eye doctor appointment known to man that my youngest daughter is closer to needing a seeing eye dog , than she is to needing a pair of glasses! Top that with a sweet non-existent convo with the ex of all that is amazing, and sprinkle it with a migraine and oh ya you have a recipe for SWEET!<br />
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To say the least I super mom, wanted to just stay in bed on Thursday (ok all Thursday). And instead went to work, to find out I rock once again and that I didn't work (oh ya I was totally so spot on, from outfit, to my sweet hairstyle that you would be jealous!) After realizing I am not in fact working, I go home to find that well the day was gloomy looking, and the pile of evil laundry which I swear was giving me the stink eye from the corner of my room was about the only thing that was looking to happened. Ya to say the least I had sooooo many options of equal torture status as a game of Chinese water torture!<br />
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So then bless my besti she text to carry me away to Billings! Ya I love her face and in all reality it was sooooo much better than the laundry which would soooo be there when I came back! So off to Billlings we go were after a day of hair awesomeness (I got purple put in!), to lunch at the Olive Garden all was right in the world and well it was so what Dr.Phill would have ordered if he would ever take my dang calls!<br />
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To say the least every thing has a way of working itself out and we are really more blessed than we recognize when in the middle of all the silly chaos of life.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-15176432104554363302011-09-14T20:08:00.000-07:002011-09-14T20:08:33.350-07:00In a nutshell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh ladies the school year has started, and ALL 4 of my children are in school!!!! AHHHHH! Not going to lie I dang near lost my religion with the idea that there will be days off when I am actually going to be able to have time to do things!(watch out world of bloggers i am about to go viral!)<br />
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Ah but alas there are still those sweet moments that as a mother you are able to really just sit back and enjoy watching your lil one's take flight. For example last night after dinner while me and my fiance sat on the couch relaxing the lil guy comes up and started placing each of our hands on our hearts. Then he turns towards the window and says "We will look at the moon since we don't have a flag" Folks that sweet and innocent child said the Pledge of Alligance with the utmost respect, and genuine appreciation for the words that though he may not fully understand, God bless him his whole heart was in it.<br />
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Now I know there are schools, and citizens who for what ever reason may not say the Pledge of Alligance but what better way for all of us to show the respect for the country that gives us the choice to choose!<br />
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I am proud to say that his little mixing up the pronunciation of the larger words melted my heart, and how straight he stood with respect gave me goose bumps, and ya you know me I got teary eyed. But man what a great end to the day!<br />
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Its funny how when faced with all the new events that there is one thing that seems to be at the core of all and that is FAMILY! Oh how in this crazy world we often find that there is a such a importance placed on money, work, and well social events. When did we replace dinner around the table in the evening with dinner on the run? Or how we counted family time as when we shuttle the children back and forth to activities? It is so seldom that you here couples talk about how they went camping with the kids, or decided to take a impromptu fishing trip for fun, or well even family night is so often not even a notion.<br />
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I find that the glue to our family is the presence of my husband to be. You see he takes it upon himself to make time for those family outings. From spontaneous "We are going dirt biking" texts, to meet me at the house we are all going to the lake for a dinner BBQ. You see it is the key to any family that both partners are equals in the family. When one is working it falls on the other partner to try to make the children the main priority and to well create memories too.<br />
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Why is it in our daily conversations are we hearing well my husband is off with his friends, or well my wife is out with the girls. I am not saying that outings as adults isn't needed, lord knows a girls night/ boys night is often our sanity keepers for parents. But when your social agenda takes precedence over your family one must wonder were that in fact leaves the family?<br />
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So I put out this challenge to you mothers/fathers : Make a point this week to do one thing with just you and your kiddos, One thing with just you and your spouse, and One thing with the entire family.<br />
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Last night among the laughing and chiding each other while she made cookie brownies, and I played Sushi on her Ipod we did what we often do and just laughed! Oh ladies nothing is more precious to me than the ability I have to sit and just laugh with my daughter. Much to my surprise she apparently has a soft heart like her mama with the memories she keeps.<br />
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After stuffing ourselves with treats which were insanely yummy! We ended up on the floor in her room, sounds silly but well we are notorious for popping a squat on the floor in any and every room in our home. So it was during this sit session we were going through things in her room and as always this girl just floors me with her humor, sincerity, and utter awesomeness that she exudes! Of course there were the note books full of notes, and doodles from school, the funny memories she had from different classes with friends and you know teenage girl talk. I love being able to sit and laugh and trade stories with her its something that well needs to happen with mothers and daughters.<br />
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While going through all her little treasures I notice the cheetah duct tape that she made me a purse out of last summer, and she says "Oh ya I keep that because you were so excited that I made you something from duct tape." Then she pulls out the folded piece of paper that had all of the different types of chocolate's on it , and says "Ya that was the first time you bought us something fancy! We had just lived in our new apartment for 2 weeks and you surprised me with fancy chocolates, I was so excited mom! It meant a lot that you bought those because well it was a hard time for us" Ladies, I will say this I was stunned! You see I remember this purchase because I was working 3 jobs, and just picked up a waitressing job at a hotel restaurant in town and paid for those chocolates with a $10 and over $13 in ones! It was a big splurge for us, and yet after watching my oldest working so hard to be helpful and watching her siblings while I was working those 3 jobs she was so positive! So I decided that with the tips I made that day I was going to get us a treat. What was surprising is she recognized that this was a purchase that was frivolous and sooooo out of our immediate budget and cherished it as such.<br />
She then pulled out a tube of lip gloss, and said "Ya and this was the lip gloss you got me when we went to Billings for a movie, and dinner out! It was sooo fun and you just had to work 1 job so we had time to go and do things on Fridays together"<br />
Here is the thing. While going through the move, the divorce, the new home, bills etc I thought that through it all I was keeping things well as Normal as I could, truth be told it was the worst first 8 months of our lives. From not having money, having more expenses then ever, and trying to help four little ones to adjust from a stay at home mom to a full time single parent with 3 jobs to say it rocked their world is a gross understatement. It killed us all and well it means the world to me that she took those little steps ahead that we made and kept them close. <br />
You see often we wear blinders during the storm and if you only look beside you there are those that love you right there.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-40393810076472291652011-05-23T14:53:00.000-07:002011-05-23T14:53:23.535-07:00Quad Shot with Big Gulp Straw!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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So there are those days in which you may think you very well might die with out the aid of a good quad shot or heck just go for the straight IV of caffeine! Today was one of those days. You see I am an addict to the show Deadliest Catch (don't judge) and well I found myself sucked into a full on marathon of this Lil gem of a show last night til wee hours in the a.m. 2:45 to be exact. Add the fact my favorite show was on, and my guy was everly so great and served me wine with the marathon and well one of two things can happen bad headache in the a.m. and lack of sleep makes mama mean :) Have I ever mentioned the fact that I am a self proclaimed caffeine addict? Oh well I am. You see some people go through the whole denial phase of addiction I on the other hand grab the triple shot with both hands and drink like my life depends on it! Ya me and the Adkins folks would not be besti's.<br />
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To say the least this morning was well best to be described as torture, with a long WalHell checkout line matched with two screaming toddlers. You get the analogy folks it was not a photo perfect event, and quite frankly I was like Chelsea Handler minus her midget and vodka! So while trying to function on the house coffee aka sorry excuse for the real deal! I mean really ladies when you like your shot o' espresso the whole house coffee is really like being told Sprite is the same as Diet Coke, a lie and a sorry excuse for the real thing. Now my little brain was proclaiming war on me and rightfully so it needed sleep and so did the body, so getting the hair all fantabulous was like looking for a bikini after a four day eat all you want buffet, time consuming and you feel disgusting after the third trip to the dessert line. <br />
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Truthfully the getting dressed part was really going to become optional if I thought for one second I could get away with sporting my boxers and tank to the work place. I mean come on I would add some necklaces, a fun ring, heck I would Polly Anna the hell out of the ensemble if it meant I didn't have to get dressed! Alas the world was not going to understand my sweet dress code today so a skirt, heels, top, and jewelry had to happen. (i know, i know, i was bummed too)<br />
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Now after what can only be compared to the feeling of getting ready for the Apocalypse it was finally time to get in the car and get my booty to the coffee kiosk which is everly so conveniently at the bottom of the hill from my Lil house(praise be to GOD). Whether I looked as bad as I thought, or maybe it was divine intervention but my coffee gall busted out the most amazing little gift of wonder on me! She handed me my Quad Shot, Massive, Carmel, Vanilla, Macchiato with... pause for effect... A RED BIG GULP STRAW!!!! OK so after laughing til I couldn't breathe, or see through the tears, I thanked my coffee girl and promised her when I make it big I will remember her! I mean come on ladies what coffee girl do you know can take one look at you and give you the cure?<br />
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I swear to you this was better than a straight IV of caffeine! First it eliminated the whole needle issue's I have, and it even made it so people didn't question my sanity. Gosh they act like nobody gets their caffeine from IV's sheeesh. But it also frightened me. You see the reality of handing an addict like me the quad shot with a big gulp straw, is well the equivalent of giving a heroine addict the spoon, needle, and heroine all ready to go! To be totally honest it was like being given the key to the White House to a teen and saying go crazy!<br />
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I kid you not I went all sorts of productive! I was charming, and delightful at work, I mean heck I had a quad shot with a Big Gulp Straw! Plus to add to my excitement was the UPS gal! I got to totally brag to her about this amazing wonder and she was uber excited too! Not to mention can you imagine what this means for over worked, over tired, mommy's all over the world? You too can solve all your fatigue issues with a massive quad shot in what ever flavor you adore and demand the big gulp straw! This little change in my coffee drinking has opened my little mine up to an instant rush of caffeine, and who doesn't just love that?<br />
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There is only one issue. The caffeine high which is divine is also met with well what could be very well be a overdose reaction. Breathe its not like I was itching non-existent bugs off my face, but I did become everyly so light headed, and found myself digging a spoon into a jar of peanut butter to counteract the rush of pure caffeine with protein. Oh don't get all dramatic, just keep a Lil jar of JIFF in your Prada and all will be right in the land of la. I mean hello you can just put that in there with the wet wipes, cheerios, and fruit snacks.<br />
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So men, woman, childcare givers', nannies, and those who deal with just day to day life go to your coffee kiosk or shop and order you next coffee of choice but don't forget the Big Gulp straw for those extra hard to get through days!<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i993YLB5qBM/TdrV7gl26gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N2U04B7dg1E/s1600/coffee-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i993YLB5qBM/TdrV7gl26gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N2U04B7dg1E/s1600/coffee-005.jpg" /></a>Get your lil pick me up today! We shall call it the Miss Amber Macchiato with BG Straw!<br />
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I mean here is the deal-i-oso, I would think first God would well see the four little mites that he has given to sweet Lil ol me and send me a VIP pass! From the mere fact that I am pretty sure there is going to be no release from the raising of the little clan I have already sent him an I understand your position e-mail and hopefully this will work to my advantage for if he really has chosen to raise up his followers with out in fact including me. Not to be obnoxious but we are all fully aware of the fact that well me and God are tight, tho there may be some different views on decorating, either way one must think that it would be to his advantage to have a gal like me in his corner.<br />
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Though the news coverage on the Rapture has been stellar! I mean the New York Times busted out a article on a family being split in two because of the rapture. My favorite part of the article was the fact that they were split due to the kids wanting to go to a party, and the parents sighting the rapture for their reason to say NO! That is creative parenting, I mean heck who knew we could start using evangelical reasons to say no? I for one am going to institute this practice I mean think of the possibility's? <br />
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No you can't go outside in the rain, we need to build an Arc first! or No you can not marry her don't you remember the issues with Jezebel? or What do you mean you can't find your brother? You sold him into slavery because you wanted his IPhone didn't you?<br />
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To say that this would work with my children well that is still in debate, tho my favorite comment was from Miss ShelbyLee when I said I thought God promised to never flood the earth again since we have more rain coming down for 3 days in a row and she responded "Um, ya so I think that our contract is up mom the Rapture is tomorrow!" That girl she so funny!<br />
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The big issue I have with the Rapture is the fact that I am positive Oprah so would have went head on into some super hype on the subject if she herself wasn't already planning her exit. Take that into consideration and you may freak yourself out! No Oprah, AHHHHHHH the world is coming to an end hehehe. <br />
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Not to mention I must say I am well a bit jealous of those that are making bank on this Lil deal. I mean heck if I new people would be willing to hand over money for the facts they read on a billboard I so would have capitalized on this! But now I have to hurry and get T-shirts made to sell for how the Rapture didn't happen. I have a few, "So um your still here?", "I know why I am here, What did you do?", "I am catching the next Rapture", oh the possibilities are endless and really I am sure to come up with more hehehe.<br />
I leave you all with good wishes and good luck!<br />
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So after repeatedly kicking his sister's stool while she repeatedly told him not too, and then for good measure he decided to inform her that she was also "A whiny baby" you can just imagine the outcome. It was a good thing for him that he messed with Rori rather than Aubry because she would of had him in a headlock and demanding an apology! Instead he just made Rori cry much to my chagrin and landed himself in time out in his room. <br />
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That was my first mistake, I forgot the cardinal rule of parenting my children and that is to NEVER give them time to think/plot/organize against you! I know , I know, total rookie mistake but come on I was doing laundry, making dinner, listening to three girls talk to me and don't even act like you could have attacked the situation better! I mean pre-dinner after school/work time is like a war zone equipped with school home work, permission slips, middle school girl/boy drama, its like having a reality show minus the cameras!<br />
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Now when dinner was ready I sent one of the girls to go and get the wee man from his prison (ya prison with Lego's sooooo hardcore!) When he came up the stairs you could tell that well he had been thinking for awhile! Because he comes up those stairs looks me dead in the eyes and says "Hi, Mean Mom" now I will not lie I was caught off guard but by the reaction from my oldest daughter I asked him "What did you say?" and well being my child he said with complete enunciation so that in case I was having to rely on reading lips I would be able to understand "Hi, Mean Mom" OK now there are those moments in parenting that well there is a full on Mommy Dearest slip that occurs and well you just better hope that we are out of Comet and Wire Hangers! I looked at him and informed him that I was not the mean one and that due to his actions as well as his comment he was going to be timed for eating his dinner and that he best get a move on because when that big hand hit the 4 he was going to be off to his room like a prisoner in lock down for the evening!<br />
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Was I mad not so much as impressed with the fact that he is now starting to really think and plan out his actions, and to be very honest his honesty even though I know he knew he was not being nice was well commendable. Ah but alas when you are the mama and you don't want your child to become a little thuglet when he is older you must remind him swiftly and surely that you are the boss, demand respect, and that well all actions have a reaction.<br />
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All that being said I will say that the reaction from his sisters was CLASSIC! The oldest well she stated she was sure he was going to be taken down and thought that she should stand by in order to assist in clean up. The middle child aka the brain of all devious plots instantly looked at him when he sat next to her at the table and was like "So how do you think that went? Not so smart to mess with mommy is it now!", but best of all was Rori ah the wise Rori he sat down she looked at him and was like "You better eat fast cause you are sooooo in trouble!"<br />
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I also liked the little when I was grounded for being mean to mom tales that they passed and reminisced about while eating dinner. I mean heck from the tales those girls told of toys being taken, chores being added, and long long hours spent sitting in ones room you could have swore they had spent some hard time in the pen. Now all I can say is this he apologized, we are besti's again but I doubt he will be thinking he is everly so clever the next time he gets in trouble.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-67334792083285634662011-05-17T11:32:00.000-07:002011-05-17T11:32:17.117-07:00Envy of the 13 year-old Confidence/Insanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Now there are those days that you will look at your children and well wonder if there is a missing link! Here is why. I am the biggest fan of my oldest daughter but there are days when I still sit there and am well more than a little shocked and amazed by the fact that she has NO FEAR when it comes to public humiliation!<br />
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I don't know about you but at 13 in the seventh grade it would well have been social suicide to go to school sporting a Blow fish costume for Halloween! But do you think that this was even a concern of hers? Heck No! She went right ahead with her plan and even recruited her Dad into this plan. What was scary is the fact that the two of them thought that this was basically the best idea ever! I sat there in shock while they constructed this costume out of metal coat hangers, paper, spray glue, and more man hours than I could or would ever dedicate to a costume.<br />
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What was even funnier is the fact that she was soooooo excited! She had arranged not only how she was going to commute to and from school as well as to and from class in this sweet get up. But what other girl do you know looks at the blow fish costume as the most epic fashion statement of the year? <br />
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Don't sit there and tell me that your child ALWAYS eats what you serve, because hello I would always clean my plate too if you offered me only my favorite foods too. I have been there in the kitchen during a day from Haiti and trying to make sure the youngest daughter had her plate which holds foods separate from each other so that they don't mingle, the oldest had a completely vegetarian dinner, and that the middle daughter didn't by chance spot the fact that I had slipped pureed cauliflower into her mashed potato's. You may laugh but if you have ever had to break up a riot over cauliflower on a child's plate you TOTALLY get were I am coming from! I mean ladies here I was the Boss (bahahahaha) and yet I had always bragged about how my children always ate everything on their plates while friends would tell me about the stubborn Lil 5 year old who had a full on standoff at the dinner table with them over peas on their plate!<br />
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It was at the moment that my assembly line had began on preparing their dinner I realized that there needs to be a change in the way things are done in my Lil kitchen. I hate to break their Lil hearts but if you ever endure a lunch with a picky eating adult you will understand how terrible and almost rude it comes across. I mean salad dressing on the side is one thing, but refusing to eat anything new is not OK for anyone.<br />
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Now I am not saying that the transition was easy and painless I mean to be completely honest I would have rather been attacked by a mountain lion that first week. It was really a scene from the Twilight Zone the first meal that they all sat down to and discovered that they all had the same food, and that no mommy had not supplied the mac and cheese with a hotdog cut like an octopus please on their plate. (ya guilty I have done that) At first they looked at the plate as if it was a mythical creature that may very well attack them, then it began. Miss Rori proclaimed "Um so you know I don't like mushroom's right?", which was followed by Miss Aubry "K so I don't eat things that look like this" (pointing at shepherds pie) and my favorite of all was when the oldest stated "OK so you want us to eat so we can grow right? " Ah it had begun and in all reality OJ would have been set if he had my daughter's for his lawyers because those girls are the most convincing and manipulating Lil gems out there!<br />
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We then of course moved to crying, refusing to eat, and full on "Fine I will just DIE! Since you won't let me eat what I like!" This was wonderful and a HUGE boost on the mommy self-esteem train. I swear to you I called my besti Shelly and was in tears and fighting the urge to go in the kitchen and make them what they wanted by the 4th day of the dinner stand off. She of course having been there and done that informed me they would survive, and not to worry. <br />
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And I will tell you it was on the 5th day that I wanted to cave just to have peace at our dinner table! It was another rousing I never liked it or you dinner, were I might add I did not hand them arsenic dusted doughnuts! It was just chicken fettuccine, Caesar salad, and french bread! I mean you could have sworn that I was trying to get them to eat snails! From the gagging, tear shedding, my life is ending, you child abusing monster accusations that flew at that meal well they were enough to tear down the wall of china not to mention my will power!<br />
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So being the nice and I am so sorry I ever hurt your life source mommy I am I made them up their favorite sandwich's just the way they liked and was marching to the oldest bedroom were they had gathered I was sure to discuss the take down of mom and her evil ways. It was when I reached the closed door that I heard giggling and what sounded like a gay ol time. Here I thought they would be crying and complaining over the lack of food in their stomachs. But no instead I hear Aubry say "Here do you want the rainbow goldfish or the Parmesan?" Then I hear the oldest say "Cheese stick? I have M&M's for dessert too!"<br />
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Shut the front door! These little mites had began their full on recon mission to debunk the food rules with the wittingly use of snack foods! I mean seriously who does that? So when I opened the door I was shocked to see the mini picnic that they had assembled on the floor! They were not going to bed hungry! Hell to the no! They had enough snack foods to feed a Tibetan village and here I had lost 4 nights of sleep thinking that they had been sent to bed with out dinner!<br />
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It is moments like these folks that you either give them credit silently of course for their ingenious ways, or you get all sorts of mad because they have undermined you, and used your snack pantry to do so! Now of course I had to have a little time to breathe and well post their evil little booty's on eBay and craigslist, so I took a mommy time out. <br />
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After recovering from the dinner slash we own your booty situation I had a full on mean mommy discussion with them on the reasons that they needed to eat what they were given and not argue this due to the fact there are starving children on Mar's that would kill for the home cooked meals I make. This of course worked a little but to be honest there are still nights that Rori will be served chili and she will kindly remind me she isn't a fan of beans, or Lil man will tell me he never liked soup and will die or be sick if forced to eat it with the dramatic fall to the floor and tongue out of the mouth display by the dinner table. <br />
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But ladies be strong! My children are not abused due to having to eat things they are not particularly fond of and they have in time come to love foods that they didn't in the past. We as mother's need to also take this stand to keep our sanity as well as our position of disciplinarian, mother, and caregiver in their eyes. I am not saying go all Mommy Dearest on them with a raw steak and such, but make sure that they understand that the more you try new foods, it opens up more foods that you can eat and enjoy! <br />
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You see I am in a little town and I often joke that there is a need for a reality show just due to the total hilariousness of rumors, and drama. But the ladies on these reality shows are hysterical! From ghetto brawls in the country clubs, and tour bus throw downs, you also get to watch the best couple wars since War of Roses! I mean if you are dysfunctional, have a tan like an oompa loompa, and more plastic parts than a VW you are sooooo ready to go into National Syndication! Not to mention throw in an addiction, feud, or divorce and you are going to get book offers, and asked to go to red carpet events! I love the fact that they are actually serious about themselves on the reunion shows! They cry, they act concerned, and all sorts of so called normal.<br />
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Here is the deal-i-oso, I soooooo need a reality show! I mean heck, the kids I am actually raising have personalities, the people I know in my Lil town are so flipping hysterical to watch in action that we could simply go to the local main street sit on a bench and the entertainment would quickly follow. Not to mention throw in the "New Girl In Town Factor" and let me just say there is very little that hasn't been stated as gospel truth about me by complete strangers, and don't forget the fact that I have some of the best friends in the world that chill and laugh at the cable reality show situation with me. I mean folks this could be the new trend people actually watching real people minus the facade of reality and actually watching families that work, wipe their kids noses, and have days were they could actually loose their ever livin mind if they have to fold any more laundry!<br />
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I mean heck we may not make it big and TLC and Dancing With The Stars may not call but it would crack me up to watch a REAL family on T.V.! Not to mention it would be great to see if there are other mothers who come home to kids pushing their siblings down the stairs in a laundry basket and justifying it by having a helmet on the one in the basket, or heck going through phases with their children only wanting to eat only ORANGE colored foods, and drinks! I mean heck throw in the mother's ninja like ability to play Tetras with the 40 loads of laundry in the laundry room and I will make sure I have a diet something and popcorn to watch that kind of action!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-37128856601475703702011-05-09T13:22:00.000-07:002011-05-09T13:22:25.648-07:00Adventure's in WalHell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh ladies, ladies, ladies, how do I explain the fact that I ADORE Shopping but would rather amputate my own arm rather than go to WalHell Shopping? I like the things that they offer don't get me wrong but to be perfectly honest what I am not a fan of is the fact that they have 3 stages of People Encounters that well I for one could live without!<br />
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You are all aware of these: 1) Class Reunion Encounter 2) Ex Factor Encounter 3) Crazy Sideshow Act Encounter. These are the top three that I ALWAYS have when going to do my shopping, and I will be honest I refuse to enter into the shopping experience unless my hair, outfit, and such is all in order! Sounds crazy, this may be true but once you go into the vortex of WalHell with just a pony tail, running shorts, and a wife beater on and I SWEAR you will run into ALL 3 Encounters and quite frankly I like y'all y'all too much to submit you to that kind of trauma.(I know , I know, I am a giver!)<br />
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So it was on one of these trips to the abyss that me and my guy and Lil man took to WalHell that well to be frank was the epitome of welcome to crazyville! I swear to you there have yet to be this many crazy people in view since the last carnival that came through town! It was beyond nuts! From a man flinging bread in the bread aisle towards his caregiver (bless this woman folks! she had patience of a saint) , to the fact that when my Lil guy saw this he was like "Light bulb" and I swear to you he turned around grabbed the wheat bread and threw it like a football! What cracked me up was that the man that was doing this as well actually looked at my little guy like he had lost his ever livin mind! I mean Hello! Seriously? It was after I informed my Lil guy while picking up the loaf of bread off the floor, and grabbing the box of cereal that he was wielding that if he chose to throw one more item he was going to be ebayed! My son looked me straight in the eyes and stated "Well he gets to do it!" Like really Lil man you are everly soooo much smarter than that! I mean hello when has the "But Mom everyone else is doing it" ever worked? <br />
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Now I know you are all rolling at this point and to tell the truth I had to stifle my own laugh when the boy grabbed the box of cereal, I mean heck at least that shows ingenuity! So you would think that after what can only be described as helter skelter in the bread aisle you would think that this would be the end of the torture but alas folks you forget were it is we are WalHell! If you can name the spectacle I can probably give you the number of the aisle or at the very least a run down on the clothes they had on!<br />
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From bread throwing, to yogurt tantrums, flying bags of chips check, tantrum over not getting cheese which results in throwing shoes check, right down the the crazy photo shoot for mama at the photo place while the children are screaming and very unhappy at mama getting her Top Model on, right down to the checker that I swear in the time it took to check me out informed me of medical issues, a locker thief, her favorite medications, and her days off! Folks I was at my breaking point! It was the closest I have come in a long time to using the mean mommy voice on complete strangers, and opting for a drinking lunch ! I mean come on people I kid you not it was like a episode of the Twilight Zone mixed with a sprinkling of Tales From the Crypt! I swear if the creepy puppet from Tales From the Crypt appeared I would have shook his hand and asked if he saw the sale on berries!<br />
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So to those that enjoy shopping first let me ask what do you take before you go? And can I have some? Because at this point I get full body shivers at the idea of having to re offend this ordeal and truly am thinking that there is a definite need for grocery home delivery in my Lil mountain town!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04810541292054764417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359281079104464745.post-32852541382579015462011-05-04T07:56:00.000-07:002011-05-04T07:56:58.860-07:00Can Not Go Wrong With Good Peep's In Your Corner!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh folks there are those day's that I find myself sitting in the morning with my coffee and feel so blessed for all that has come from one of the hardest moments of my life. I entered into my marriage young which is NO excuse, but I must also say I don't regret a single moment or choice in my past. What? It's true, with out the choices that I made I never would have ended up here.<br />
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You see I love my lil life, to say it was easy to start over at 30 and having literally only the clothes on my back, my four babies, and no plan I must say I did pretty dang good! Its funny to me when talking with my close girlfriends to think back on all we have done. I remember thinking for years that I wouldn't know what I would do if I was ever left alone with four small children and well as it turns out I would do just dandy thank you very much!<br />
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I have finally found me, I have finally taken charge of my own path, and I have found strength that I truly never knew existed. Why am I on this topic? Well you see I had to laugh at a recent convo about my lil life I had with a good friend. Here she was telling me how super I am (we never object to that) but she was also using words such as Survivor, Resilient, Hotter than Victoria Secret's model ( ok, ok, maybe not the VS model) but she was using words to describe me that I really never even thought of.<br />
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Which got this girl a thinking. Why is it when you are in a situation be it good or bad we often sell ourselves short? I am a Cancer survivor 4 years in remission thank you, and yet I never well take that as a victory. Why? Well I count my 4 babies as a bigger accomplishment over beating stage 3 Cancer. I count my blessings yes, and I don't dwell on the bad rather I take the hurdle and move on. It is comical to me now some of the things that happen during my cancer tho.<br />
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For example I am one who jokes when I am hurt, hurting, or being tortured by needle wielding nurses. One incident that sticks out to me is when I was being airlifted to Billings due to complications caused by cancer and the pregnancy with my last lil guy. And they put me in the ambulance and I notice that the EMT who was helping transport me had a MULLET !!!! Oh the excitement that this brought to me, and ladies he not only had the whole business up front but he had gel in the back! Oh the fun I had! You see I hurt like hell but to distract myself from the poking and prodding that was going on to me. It was good for him, I made Aqua Net jokes, thanked him for hanging on to the 80's with such zealous and gave him a nod even for the resemblance he had to Bon Jovi.<br />
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You see it is my firm belief that when you are down, just Pollyanna the hell out of the situation and all will be right in the Land of La! Not to mention always surround yourself with true friends, and family. Also give yourself a shout out any time you over come an obstacle. <br />
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OK so I pride myself on well being organized, prepared and ready for all that I do but during the past month we have been hit with family emergency room visits, holidays(stupid rabbit) , and working more than normal. So it was uber shocking to me today while talking with a gal about an event that I am MCing for that oh surprise it is this Sunday! <br />
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You see I had for some reason put it in my phone and calendar for the Sunday after this and oh shocker it is this Sunday!!!! How in the heck did I do that? I shall first blame the extra incidents of the month, sight early setting in Alshemiers and then go with when all else fails blaming it on the four little full time jobs that I have at home. (mature I know)<br />
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So after picking my jaw off the floor, calling and texting my dear dear friends and begging for their hot little bodies to model for Sunday, I then had to contend with what to put them in! Oh ya and did I mention that I had double booked myself and am also supposed to be in Billings with my guy, and the babies to watch him race? Oh ya I am supposed to transport myself there in time to see his race! Where in the world is Spock when you need him and his fancy ship? I just can't do it Captain I can't do it! insert strong Scottish accent please. I mean hello I may be super mom but a little help here from the Trekkie's would be Greatly Appreciated! I could totally rock their little jump suits and heck I would even be nice to the Klenon's, and Shatner would so love my enthusiasm! <br />
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Oh and did I mention that do to my sweet scheduling abilities I will have to show up late for the races, and oh did I mention that I will be doing the show probably til 2! I mean can anyone one please bring me a paper bag, shot of vodka, and a Valium? Cause I am going to need them!!!!<br />
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Now due to the fact that I have multi tasking OCDs I have managed to pick outfits for all, stop my hyperventilating without a paper bag, and am now just dreading the let down of telling my family that I will have to be late coming to the races. I have some ideas on how to do this so tell me what you think.<br />
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A) Make FABULOUS dinner, dessert, and tell them when the are almost comatose from eating too much.<br />
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B) Tell them we are going to Disney Land, and then during their excitement whisper I am going to be late to the races.<br />
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C) Grab bottle of wine, bottle of Extra Strength Tylenol, and just tell them quick like when you take off a band-aide and hope that the shrapnel doesn't hit me in the face (I am a cute girl we don't want scars!)<br />
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