my best shot Monday

 

not really A best shot, but she has been waiting for snow all winter, the dusting we got was fun for footprints!

rice and beans, beans and rice

So, my brother-in-law gave me the best advice i've heard all year....and yes, i know the years just begun. But its his no fail get out of debt, get rich quick advice.
Advice i MUST heed if i ever want my children to have ANY kind of secure future. (oh, like i never thought of that, thanks asshole)
Its called rice and beans, beans and rice. Basically if it aint rice and beans you dont buy it! Did i mention he was scarfing down the pizza we ordered and paid for? I almost told him i was less worried about my childrens future, but was becoming increasingly more worried about their dinner, which was quickly disappearing!
This *almost beats his bit of wisdom a month or so before Finn was born. In order to avoid my 4th epidural, i must just concentrate harder on an object in the room and think my way through the pain. Again, why didnt i think of that?

p.s his wife had an epidural during the birth of their 1st child, a few months later!

 

 


Finn, after a nap.

wrong door

I have the srtongest feeling lately that somewhere along the way i opened the wrong door and am not where i am supposed to be. I mean..living conditions are not ideal and its partly that.But i also feel pulled in the opposite direction that we seem to be headed. Yet i feel powerless to change anything. Or I'm just so very afraid, because when i do start to head in the direction of my heart, well, lets just say awhole lot of people are going to be in my face asking a whole lot of questions. I already get so many, and am judged on so many levels.
I really need strength to tell those that love us that i dont want to life my (our) lives the way they think we should.

New Year, New Me

Happy 2007! This year i really am following my longgg list of resolutions! first and foremost, im finding me under all the fat and sweat pants ive managed to pile on all of 2006.

cheetah-licious

Took M to see the Cheetah girls! It was wayyy out of the way, like an hour and a half, but it was so good to spend some one on one time w/ her. Its been like, years!
On the way there we discussed Santa. This is def the last year she is buying into him for sure. Bittersweet i guess. The concert was HILARIOUS! I mean, i'm really glad that these girls have a positive message, but oh my gosh the marketing that goes into making these girls such a hot commodity! I realized my own little M must be watching far too much television, since all the songs are only on the Disney channel and she knew them all by heart.
The girls were so darn funny though. and some of the dads w/ their girls stole my heart away.
Little F cried almost the whole time i was away. :(
D said he is never watching him again, at least until he's weaned.
Im so done. Like really really done.

the walking man

Do you ever drive by houses and daydream about who lives inside? Maybe its a really expensive home, or unique or has an enchanted garden. For some reason it just appeals to you and you think, should that house ever go on the market, i'm making a bid.
Well, on my route to and from the kids school there is such a house. I have been drawn to it for years. Well the other day when picking the kids up the entire house was surrounded by crime scene tape. fast forward to the nightly local news and come to find out that an elderly man was killed in his sleep!
So, anyway.....the walking man. Also, on our twice daily trek to the kids school (we live out of district) we see a walking man. He is either mentally ill or physically ill, i cant even guess. But each and every day for the past few years ive seen him walk up and down this street. Literally ALL day. He looks homeless and i cant even begin to tell you how many times i've come thisclose to stopping and asking his story.
Well, guess what? He is the step-son and presumed murderer of the elderly man!

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lost, not found

So, after a few weeks of increasing demands and sky high stress, i thought i would turn to blogging. It's saved my sanity before and i could use some sanity rightaboutnow. Unfortunatly i can't find my blog. A mixed blessing no doubt. Seeing as i have made no progress since the last one, it would probably depress and stress me more to read it anyway. So....here's my new one, bright and shiny new.

Mondays are my most hated day of the week, well after Sunday's anyway. I used to love them both. Until my significant other got a part time job on Sundays. Making him a not very significant part of 2 whole days of the week. One spent working all day, the next sleeping it off. In front of me. As i struggle to get 4 kids!! fed, bathed,read to. You see why this might make me a little resentful.

Still, i did getone golden nugget today. Well two really......S and M, who are usually at each others throat were so, well, nice to each other today. M "helped" S with his homework. They joked quietly and S warned M when the dog went for her stuffed dog, fudge.
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