Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Moving, last post here, I think
Ok, I have a new blog, www.crazy-is.blogspot.com. Find me there! FYI, right now my template sucks, but I'm working on it.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Visiting
Ok, so I know that people have been reading this blog and so I just have to ask...are my ramblings not worth a comment here and there? Come on people, this is good writing and ya know it, lol. Feedback is a good thing.
God Bless America
Ok, now I'm sure that everyone has heard their parents or someone else say "I remember exactly where I was the day..." Maybe it was Pearl Harbor or the day John F. Kennedy was shot or when they played White Christmas in Vietnam (that was the signal to evacuate). I never thought there would be something to happen in MY lifetime for those words to come out of my mouth.
Then came September 11, 2001. I can tell you exactly where I was, what I was doing, that entire day. I was up early, Kaylie was only 11 months old at the time. I had worked out and had come in and sat down on the couch to watch tv. When I turned it on, the 1st plane had already hit. Of course, nothing along the lines of terrorism even crossed my mind. I didn't live in a country capable of being penetrated by anyone. As I was watching what I though was news of a random plane crash, I saw the 2nd plane hit. I was in shock, I still didn't really understand what was going on. I knew this couldn't be just a coincidence, but terrorism still hadn't crossed my mind.
As I'm watching this horrible scene unfold on live tv, they announce a plane has hit the Pentagon. Ok, the Pentagon, for me at least, represents all that is strong and impenatrable in our country. You just can't get to the Pentagon. I knew that was were all of our military and intelligence headquarters were located. At this point I am incredibly scared. All I can think is we are under attack. If they can get the Pentagon, they can get anywhere.
I just sat there, on my couch, watching the Twin Towers and the Pentagon burn. As I sat there, I started thinking, how long can they burn before they fall, not knowing that this was to be the inevitable outcome. Then, it happened, they fell. I can't tell you how much I cried that day and others to follow. My entire world and how secure I felt in it had just been destroyed.
My kids will never get to experience pre-9/11 life like we did. All they will ever know is post-9/11 and the paranoia and security issues and the elevated security levels and war.
But, maybe it for the better that this is all they will know. They will not lose the innocence that I and so many others lost that day.
Once thing that was good about that day, was how it brought us together as a country, a united people, and continues to do so. Everyone will remember 9/11/01 in different ways and some will only know as much as they read in a school book. But hopefully, my kids will be as proud of the priviledge to live in this county as I always will.
I kept several newspaper editions from 9/11/01 and the following days and perhaps when my kids are older they will read them and learn just a little bit more about what happened.
God Bless America
Then came September 11, 2001. I can tell you exactly where I was, what I was doing, that entire day. I was up early, Kaylie was only 11 months old at the time. I had worked out and had come in and sat down on the couch to watch tv. When I turned it on, the 1st plane had already hit. Of course, nothing along the lines of terrorism even crossed my mind. I didn't live in a country capable of being penetrated by anyone. As I was watching what I though was news of a random plane crash, I saw the 2nd plane hit. I was in shock, I still didn't really understand what was going on. I knew this couldn't be just a coincidence, but terrorism still hadn't crossed my mind.
As I'm watching this horrible scene unfold on live tv, they announce a plane has hit the Pentagon. Ok, the Pentagon, for me at least, represents all that is strong and impenatrable in our country. You just can't get to the Pentagon. I knew that was were all of our military and intelligence headquarters were located. At this point I am incredibly scared. All I can think is we are under attack. If they can get the Pentagon, they can get anywhere.
I just sat there, on my couch, watching the Twin Towers and the Pentagon burn. As I sat there, I started thinking, how long can they burn before they fall, not knowing that this was to be the inevitable outcome. Then, it happened, they fell. I can't tell you how much I cried that day and others to follow. My entire world and how secure I felt in it had just been destroyed.
My kids will never get to experience pre-9/11 life like we did. All they will ever know is post-9/11 and the paranoia and security issues and the elevated security levels and war.
But, maybe it for the better that this is all they will know. They will not lose the innocence that I and so many others lost that day.
Once thing that was good about that day, was how it brought us together as a country, a united people, and continues to do so. Everyone will remember 9/11/01 in different ways and some will only know as much as they read in a school book. But hopefully, my kids will be as proud of the priviledge to live in this county as I always will.
I kept several newspaper editions from 9/11/01 and the following days and perhaps when my kids are older they will read them and learn just a little bit more about what happened.
God Bless America
Friday, September 08, 2006
Whatever!
Yesterday, Kaylie had soccer practice and, up until he got arrested, her father came to each one. If you read yesterday's post then you know he is out of jail. The bastard didn't even bother to show up for her practice or even call her to let her know he wouldn't be there. I know his ass wasn't at work, because, when he works he is out of town and on Wednesday, he was at home.
So now it's in the back of my mind that he may not pick her up from school today, even though, it's supposed to be her weekend at his house. If that ASSHOLE doesn't pick her up today, I will ream him up one side and down the other. I don't give a shit how mad you are at me, don't you dare take it out on my daughter. He has never done that before, but, he has also never ended up in jail because he hasn't paid child support before either. What the fuck is wrong with some of the men out there?? Some of them pay their child support each and every month and see their kids all the time and, others think that because, and I quote "this is what you wanted", they don't have to do a damn thing.
Hopefully when Kaylie is older she will see her father the way he really is, although, for her sake, I hope he changes.
So now it's in the back of my mind that he may not pick her up from school today, even though, it's supposed to be her weekend at his house. If that ASSHOLE doesn't pick her up today, I will ream him up one side and down the other. I don't give a shit how mad you are at me, don't you dare take it out on my daughter. He has never done that before, but, he has also never ended up in jail because he hasn't paid child support before either. What the fuck is wrong with some of the men out there?? Some of them pay their child support each and every month and see their kids all the time and, others think that because, and I quote "this is what you wanted", they don't have to do a damn thing.
Hopefully when Kaylie is older she will see her father the way he really is, although, for her sake, I hope he changes.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Update on The Loser
I completely forgot about this in my obsession about being old. Y esterday when Kaylie told me about her tooth she, of course, wanted to call her daddy. Now, at this point I don't know if he has gotten out of jail or what, getting information from the damn sheriff's department is pretty damn near impossible. So, I decided to just dial the number and give her the phone, because, I reeeeaaaaalllly didn't want to talk to his girlfriend. Well, fuck me, he answers the phone. Hmmm, I guess mommy, once again, has bailed her stupid son out of another mess he created by his own lack of responsibility. But, hey, that bail money comes to me, so who give a shit.
Kaylie has soccer practice tonight and I am assuming they will be there. Can't tell you how excited I am (I'm being sarcasic, sometimes sarcasm doesn't come across in emails and blogs and such). Hopefully, he will be smart (very doubtful) and keep any comment he may have to himself and hopefully stay faaaaaaaaaaaaar away from me. I mean, it's a big fucking soccer field, can't you sit somewhere other than right next to me.
I believe I will continue to be the bigger person, most definitely in front of my daughter. He's just lucky I won't have any alcohol before the practice, I probably wouldn't be so nice.
Kaylie has soccer practice tonight and I am assuming they will be there. Can't tell you how excited I am (I'm being sarcasic, sometimes sarcasm doesn't come across in emails and blogs and such). Hopefully, he will be smart (very doubtful) and keep any comment he may have to himself and hopefully stay faaaaaaaaaaaaar away from me. I mean, it's a big fucking soccer field, can't you sit somewhere other than right next to me.
I believe I will continue to be the bigger person, most definitely in front of my daughter. He's just lucky I won't have any alcohol before the practice, I probably wouldn't be so nice.
UGH, I'm starting to feel old...again
Guess what??!!?? Kaylie lost her first tooth yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!! How exciting is that. She was so proud and the little gap in her bottom teeth is so cute. So, last night, the tooth fairy, of course, had to visit. And, of course, all the tooth fairy had last night was a twenty and I'm not sure that was how much she wanted to spend. Anyway, we are putting the girls to bed and Kaylie has already explained the whole tooth fairy thing to Haley and while upstairs, of course, they are discussing it again. Kaylie starts to tell Haley that the tooth fairy is gonna get her. Thank goodness Haley wasn't paying attention. I could just see her freaking out and being scarred for life thinking the tooth fairy will GET her.
Ok, so I run across the street to Walgreens, because, like I said, the tooth fairy has a budget. I got change and I left $5 under Kaylie's pillow. Now, she has come to the conclusion that the tooth fairy gives you money based on how old you are.
Oh. God. What. Have. I. Done????????
How do I change this little mindset?? No honey, the tooth fairy only gives you that much for your first tooth, from now on you will only get quarters? I don't think that my, loves to go shopping for clothes and shoes, five year old is gonna go for that.
Who the hell came up with all this tooth fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, bullshit anyway???
By the way, the youngun behind the counter at Walgreens called me ma'am and asked if I was a teacher. I should have smacked him in his head with the Twizzlers I was buying, the little punk.
Ok, so I run across the street to Walgreens, because, like I said, the tooth fairy has a budget. I got change and I left $5 under Kaylie's pillow. Now, she has come to the conclusion that the tooth fairy gives you money based on how old you are.
Oh. God. What. Have. I. Done????????
How do I change this little mindset?? No honey, the tooth fairy only gives you that much for your first tooth, from now on you will only get quarters? I don't think that my, loves to go shopping for clothes and shoes, five year old is gonna go for that.
Who the hell came up with all this tooth fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, bullshit anyway???
By the way, the youngun behind the counter at Walgreens called me ma'am and asked if I was a teacher. I should have smacked him in his head with the Twizzlers I was buying, the little punk.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
No Title, why does there always have to be a damn title??
This past weekend something happened that really made me feel better about alot of things. On Sunday, Chris went to the Memphis - Ole Miss game (GO TIGERS!!). This left me at home with the girls, no prob, it was a nice day, plenty to do. I decided to do some cleaning (I should say MORE cleaning, since I'm not sure I EVER do anything else) and decided to tackle our upstairs closet (I know you've never seen it, no one has, it's totally embarassing). I started cleaning the closed and the girls were cleaning their room at the same time.
Where was Alyssa you ask?
Downstairs fending for herself, ha, just kidding, taking a nap. That child has decided that I am not to leave her sight, lest I disappear and she never see me again.
Back to my point, don't interrupt!
While cleaning, Chris calls, just to "check in". He is apparently afraid that these children of ours will take over while he is gone and tie me up and rampage the house. That is, in fact, always a possibility. I assure him that things are fine, everyone is alive and well. Well after I get off the phone with him, I have a voicemail. I check it and it was from Liz, Chris' ex-wife. She was just calling to talk with Haley. I called her back and she and Haley talked for a few minutes and then Haley brings me the phone back. Liz was still on the phone so we started talking. Note that we have met several times and briefly spoken to each other, there has never been any issues between the two of us, which I am grateful for.
Anyways, we talked on the phone like we were old friends, talking about our babies, mine 7 months, hers 7 weeks. Talked about the kids and how they act sometimes and how we react to that and just all kinds of shit. We also talked about how glad we were that our situtation has been so good, as far as, the kids and getting along with each other and all that. During and after our conversation, which was fairly long, I realized that if we had met each other under different circumstances, we probably would have been friends. We have alot more in common than I realized, we both have stupid, irrational fears where are children are concerned. My husband would probably not like it, but I would like for the two of us to talk more often, she's a pretty cool person (hmmm, hope she didn't get off the phone thinking, I don't like that bitch). Lots of people talk with there spouses exes, hey just because they didn't get along doesn't mean we can't, right??
Anyway, this all just made me even more hopeful that we can all continue to get along well and raise our kids
Where was Alyssa you ask?
Downstairs fending for herself, ha, just kidding, taking a nap. That child has decided that I am not to leave her sight, lest I disappear and she never see me again.
Back to my point, don't interrupt!
While cleaning, Chris calls, just to "check in". He is apparently afraid that these children of ours will take over while he is gone and tie me up and rampage the house. That is, in fact, always a possibility. I assure him that things are fine, everyone is alive and well. Well after I get off the phone with him, I have a voicemail. I check it and it was from Liz, Chris' ex-wife. She was just calling to talk with Haley. I called her back and she and Haley talked for a few minutes and then Haley brings me the phone back. Liz was still on the phone so we started talking. Note that we have met several times and briefly spoken to each other, there has never been any issues between the two of us, which I am grateful for.
Anyways, we talked on the phone like we were old friends, talking about our babies, mine 7 months, hers 7 weeks. Talked about the kids and how they act sometimes and how we react to that and just all kinds of shit. We also talked about how glad we were that our situtation has been so good, as far as, the kids and getting along with each other and all that. During and after our conversation, which was fairly long, I realized that if we had met each other under different circumstances, we probably would have been friends. We have alot more in common than I realized, we both have stupid, irrational fears where are children are concerned. My husband would probably not like it, but I would like for the two of us to talk more often, she's a pretty cool person (hmmm, hope she didn't get off the phone thinking, I don't like that bitch). Lots of people talk with there spouses exes, hey just because they didn't get along doesn't mean we can't, right??
Anyway, this all just made me even more hopeful that we can all continue to get along well and raise our kids
Dooo deeee doooo...
Ok, I have become addicted to reading true wife confessions. If you have not discovered this abosulte gem of a blog, lookie over on the right side of this page and you will see a link. WARNING: IT IS EXTREMELY ADDICTIVE. Does anyone else read this blog? I can't help it. When I'm reading it, sometimes I am nodding my head because I've been there or shaking it in disbelief at the shit some women acutally put up with. Whether you are currently in a relationship, married or single, I think alllllllllll women can appreciate this blog.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I just really need to scream!!! This day has been waaaaay too busy. I have a Compliance Review that I was supposed to have completed last Friday; anyone wanna guess if I acutally completed it? Of course not, so today, I am trying my best to get all this shit finished (FYI, it's definitely not something that can be done in one day) and my boss is giving me crap that is not even work related to do. HELLO, I'm trying to do your compliance review, due last week!!!!!! The fucking phone won't stop ringing, and of course, client's come in that I don't know about and I have to scramble to get shit together for a meeting!!!!!
Also, I went online to make sure that my insurance company had sent insurance info to the bank for the new truck. I get online and the only vehicle they have listed on the policy is my van! WTF!!!!! First of all, last month after I took Chris's old truck off the policy and added the new one, I did this online, I get the new policy docs and, go figure, they only added the new truck. Our premium was alllll kinds of jacked up. I called and had them remove the truck as of the day I tried to do it online. I get my new docs which were finally correct so I thought all was good. Obviously not! Anyway, it took being on the phone with the insurance company for about 10-15 minutes to finally figure out that they had changed the policy but it will not show up online until the policy renews, which, luckily is this week. I also had to call the bank and make sure they did not decide to add on insurance since the insurance company will not be sending proof until after the renewal. Anyways, insurance companies pissssssss me off sometimes, fuck that, allllllll the time.
Also, I went online to make sure that my insurance company had sent insurance info to the bank for the new truck. I get online and the only vehicle they have listed on the policy is my van! WTF!!!!! First of all, last month after I took Chris's old truck off the policy and added the new one, I did this online, I get the new policy docs and, go figure, they only added the new truck. Our premium was alllll kinds of jacked up. I called and had them remove the truck as of the day I tried to do it online. I get my new docs which were finally correct so I thought all was good. Obviously not! Anyway, it took being on the phone with the insurance company for about 10-15 minutes to finally figure out that they had changed the policy but it will not show up online until the policy renews, which, luckily is this week. I also had to call the bank and make sure they did not decide to add on insurance since the insurance company will not be sending proof until after the renewal. Anyways, insurance companies pissssssss me off sometimes, fuck that, allllllll the time.
Friday, September 01, 2006
It's been a busy week
All I can say is TGIF, TGIF, TGIF. I think you get the picture. This has been a long week and coming up, a long weekend. Unfortunately, like the past month and 1/2, this weekend will be busy. Aren't weekends supposed to be a break, time to catch up on rest and all that? Not at my house. My only solace this weekend is tonight. Crystal and I are going out, no children, no husbands, just us and maybe an old friend we haven't seen in a while (she wants to get away from the hubby and baby for a minute too). Bring on the BEER!!!!!!! We may call a cab to take us home when its all over. Ahhh, good times, good times!
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