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* Author *  From::Orlando, Florida, United States So you want to know about me...LOL I am a mom, I am a girl, I am also a nut case! LOL. I am a stay home mommy, which allows me to hold SEVERAL job titles. I used to say *Live for the moment* but now I live for my kids. I find it amazing how the birth of a new life can flip your world up-side-down while causing ,mass confusion. Yet, at the same time you love it love and cherish every second of it. View my complete profile . : Calendar : . . : Recent Posts : . Santa Pics, And Then Some What A Day OCD and Kids Cute Things About Kids My Little BRAT So here is my little boy's very first school pict... WTF First Day of What?????? Downward spiral... READY!!!!! SET!!!!!! VENT!!!!!! . : Archives : . July 2005 August 2005 November 2005 December 2005 . : My Other Sites : . My Blog In Memory Of... MySpace Blog . : Stuff To Check Out : . Quizes D*ana's Dirt . : Special Thanx : . Blogger Template By Caz Imageshack |
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Sunday, December 11, 2005Santa Pics, And Then SomeYAY!!!! Santa and the kiddies!
 Poor Santa! LOL At least Alicia was cheezin' in this one. Branden had this whole *OK, I'll smile but why is she here too* look on his face.
 Wow, look at the inexplicable enthusiasm on both of their faces! LOL. I think Alicia was shocked at the amount of people around them, and Santa was just caught off gaurd. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(~@~)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Awwww. This one is the best! Both Santa and Branden were smilin so big they looked Asian! You know what Branden asked for? Get this...Happiness! He asked Santa for happiness! What a kid I have.
So here is the Lost and Found story... We were getting ready to leave so we were on the hunt for the rest of the family. When we finally found then we start to head out to the cars. Well, we pass by this Indian (I think) woman who has this little boy and he looks pretty upset. She tells us that he lost him mommy! So I bent down and start to talk to him. This is kinda how it went... Hey sweetie. Do you remember what color shirt your mommy was wearing? And he answered me. Ok, great! Now, do you know what your mommy's name is? Thank God he knew!!!! SO then I was all like GREAT! Now we are going to go ask one of the people with the big mics. to call for her... OK? So we asked one lady and she ran down to the corner and I told Josh the kid’s mom's name, her shirt color, and his name. Then I asked him to go across the street to where they had the story readers (Big stage with TONS of speakers) and tell them to page her. While he was attempting to explain this to the DJ, who apparently had one too many bong hits, this woman grabs him (she overheard him) and says something like *you have my baby* So, here comes Josh and Emily! She grabbed up her little boy and was so thankful. After the reunion, I walked over to them and told little boy, we'll call him K, *See, I promised you we would find her* and I gave him a big hug and stuff. It was nice. But of course the Indian lady laid into the mom about how could you let him get away, what happened, why weren't you looking... I wanted to know the same, but come on! What happened is...They were over by Santa and they were standing around talking and as they went to leave, there must have been some confusion because they went one way and little K went the other following someone who he thought was one of his parents. One good thing came out of this. I had introduced Branden to K while we were hunting down his mom and dad. After all was said and done, we told Branden about how sad K's mom and dad were and how it is very scary to be lost. So as we were walking back to the car, the first time Branden tried to let go of my hand and walk on his own (in this HUGE crowd of people) we stopped, and reminded him of K. He held on tight and stayed really close. Please. All of you with children, be careful! The holidays are really bad for baby snatching and kids getting lost. Even though you may get lost in a mall and know you will be reunited, it is a very, very bad feeling to not know where your kid is. ~Stay Safe and Sweet~ ~M~ : 10:39 AM : 0 Desufnoc: 
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Monday, December 05, 2005What A DayWell, as some of you know. I am not allowed to pick up Alicia for a while. Because of a problem in my tummy. Anyrate. Josh was off today and instead of telling his dad that he has to help me out with her, he just goes about his BS fixing planks in the attic. So on that rediculous note. I had no choice but to not only pick her up but carry her around for like ever. Put her down for her nap, get mer up, feed her, wash her down after she ate, and a lot of other stuff that I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING BECAUSE IT COULD KILL ME! When I brought it to his attention, he got pissed at me for it. WTF. So yeah, and she was in a ronchy mood today to top it all off. ~M~ : 10:28 PM : 0 Desufnoc:
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Sunday, November 27, 2005OCD and KidsHaving a child with OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) can be quite a challenge. You never know when something as small as telling them to put on their shirt before their pants is going to set them off into a HUGE frantic, irate, flipped out state. My son still refuses to put milk into his cereal, and that was the big set off this morning. His Gram was giving him cereal and she put the milk into it and it took a good 30 minutes to calm him down. Then he threw a fit over hot chocolate. Turns out he didn’t know that you put milk in the hot chocolate. So when he saw me poor the milk and put it in the microwave, he flipped. These are some of the daily eggshells I walk on in all attempt to avoid a fight or breakdown. Luckily I get Xanax for this. As for him, I just have to hope and pray I don’t screw up with him. So far I am doing ok, but we still have our days. Not to mention that my little girl is little Miss. Attitude! She enjoys to piss off Branden. She knows just what buttons to push and when. I can avoid it as much as possible but as for controlling her…Yeah, not gonna happen anytime this lifetime. ~M~ : 10:02 AM : 0 Desufnoc:
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Sunday, November 13, 2005Cute Things About KidsThe Price of Children I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice, The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition. But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into: * $8,896.66 a year, * $741.38 a month, or * $171.08 a week. * That's a mere $24.24 a day! * Just over a dollar an hour. Still, you might think the best financial advice is don't have children if you want to be "rich." Actually, it is just the opposite. What do you get for your $160,140? * Naming rights. First, middle, and last! * Glimpses of God every day. * Giggles under the covers every night. * More love than your heart can hold. * Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs. * Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies. * A hand to hold, usually covered with jelly or chocolate. * A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites * Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day. For $160,140, you never have to grow up. You get to: * finger-paint, * carve pumpkins, * play hide-and-seek, * catch lightning bugs, and * never stop believing in Santa Claus. You have an excuse to: * keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, * watching Saturday morning cartoons, * going to Disney movies, and * wishing on stars. * You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day. For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for: * retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, * taking the training wheels off a bike, * removing a splinter, * filling a wading pool, * coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, *and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets> treated to ice cream regardless. You get a front row seat to history to witness the: * first step, * first word, * first bra, * first date, and * first time behind the wheel. You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match. In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, So . . one day they will like you, love without counting> the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!! ~M~ : 12:43 PM : 0 Desufnoc:
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Sunday, November 06, 2005My Little BRATOk, so Alicia wakes up in the worst possible mood today. She is just yelling and screaming about cookies. Its 8:30 in the damn morning and all she can think about is a cookie. I am sick. I have a sore throat and my glands are so swollen that I can’t turn my friggin head, but Alicia is bound and determined to get a bag of cookies. Be proud of me fellow mothers, I held my ground. As bad as I wanted to just give her the damn Oreos and call it quits but I didn’t. She stood in the middle of the kitchen and screamed at the top of her lungs for 20 minutes. *MOMMY! I WANT COOKIES* If you didn’t know her you would have thought someone was trying to murder the poor kid. So I went about my morning crapola. Made myself some coffee had a smoke, ya know…normal morning stuff. However, I did get really close to cracking open the bottle of Bacardi in my room after 10 minutes of nonstop screaming. About 10 minutes or so into this fit of hers, she changes tune. She went from wanting cookies to *I WANT CHIPS* I told her the same thing I told her about the cookies, no cereal no snacks. I told her she needs to eat her cereal first. So after a while she goes into the cereal cabinet and gets a box of Honey Bunches of Oats. Fine with me. About 10 minutes later, Branden comes running out of the room yelling *Mommy! Alicia has your coffee!* I’m all like *no* I was holding the cup I just made. So then I remembered. Josh made a pot of late night coffee after dinner and the cup I made was still in the bedroom on the night stand. Well, Miss. Thing over here decides she wants to pour the coffee into her cereal. So she left a trail of coffee from my night stand, out the door, down the hall, into her room, and onto her little desk where she was sitting. I don’t know what kind of coffee everyone else drinks but I get the French Vanilla flavored stuff that smells really bad if it dries on something…like the floor. It smells like dried coffee and syrup. What a morning! And of course this cookie outburst popped up sporadically throughout the day. She has just been a B R A T! Then she bit Branden on his arm. I haven’t heard him scream like that since he took a header down the stairs! She left a big purple bite mark with every little impression of her teeth around it. I don’t know how to deal with her anymore! She pulls this crap like once or twice a week and every time it gets a little worse. But when Branden isn’t around she is fine. A little angel girl. But because if all this BS she pulls it is so hard for me to see past my anger and see the angel before me. But I take advantage of her angelic moments and know there is an outburst right around the corner waiting for me. Whatever. ~M~ : 3:25 PM : 0 Desufnoc:
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Thursday, November 03, 2005 So here is my little boy's very first school picture! We were so excited when they came in! It's great to have them and know you will always have a special memory of that school year. I am going to get one of those frames where there is a space for K - 12 pictures. It may seem corny, but I will keep it in a place where their friends will not see it everytime they come over. Am I the only one like this? I know damn well my parents didn't keep all of my school pictures. They may have 3 or 4 and I bet they don't even know where they are right now! LOL So here is my Bug... E N J O Y ! ! ! ! ~M~ : 5:23 PM : 0 Desufnoc:
Leave Confusion / Or Read Others Thursday, August 18, 2005WTF...is wrong with the public school system? Branden's first week of school, his teacher says he is doing great everyday. However, she was not letting him eat his snack for snack time, instead she was giving him his left over lunch that was all nasty and making him sick. I went off. Then he has a little head accident at school and no one tells me. I found out when I got pissed about the food, she casually brings up how the lunch room door flung open and smacked him in his head. WTF is wrong with these people???!!! Why wasn't I notified. His teacher does not watch them. Yesterday he came home with a huge chunk of hair missing and all she could say was he had trouble staying quiet and in his seat. So she got her 3rd nasty note from me today. Then on the news, I don't know all the details...but one of the school's VPs was arrested for soliciting a prostitute, WITH A TEACHER WHO WANTED TO WATCH!!!!!!!!! And us poor folk send our kids on a daily basis to these quacks who think they are all high and mighty. Sorry if I am not writing as much as I used to, I am HARDLY online these days. I have been helping Ray*Ray get ready for baby CJ. We are having all sorts of fun making things and setting up the room. Hey, I need something to keep my mind off Branden being at school and my so called best friend totally abandoning me because she thinks mothering 2 kids is too much. WTF ever. I am so over this BS. I am coming to grips with the fact that I have no friends, other than Ray*Ray and that I am destined to die a slow painful miserable death by age 43. Luv Luv ~M~ : 8:59 AM : 0 Desufnoc:
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