A day in ones shoes....

I can say for the first time ever, in my life, I have lived one day in someone elses shoes.
A few years ago, my husband came up with this idea. He was gonna drop smoking and run a marathon. That's 26.2 miles, on foot. Running.
My big announcement wasnt as grand. But I decided, to run my first event ever. Only 5k, which equals, 3.1 miles.
After not running since high school, some 16 years ago. I got out today, and ran a whole quarter of a mile without stopping. Then proceeded to speed walk the rest of the distance.
While I am not looking for a medal of any sort, I AM looking for some support from the people who matter most. My family. Instead of getting the hey, good luck, good job, I will be there to watch you. I got you cant possibly run. Your niece runs like you.... kicking her own ass. You run all wrong. Things like that.
I will tell you what... I may not come in first place. I may come in dead last. But if I finish, than that is more than my family can say! I got off my ass and did something about my fatness. I am not standing around making fun of what I dont think one can do.
Years ago, yes, I thought my hubby was smoking crack in his free time about wanting to run a marathon. He gave me the strength to know that I too can do this. Only if it is 3.1 miles. I am gonna do it. I figure the best way to find out why he keeps doing this sort of thing, is to do it myself.
So one word to the non supporters.......
Blow!

A punch in the gut

Growing up I had a few best friends that while I had a relationship with the friend, I also had a relationship with the parents. Moreso, the moms.
Last night, I received a call from one of my best friends and was told that her mom has cancer. They had just found it.
While it must have been a punch in the gut for my friend, it was also a punch in the gut to me. I stayed strong for her. But hung up feeling empty. I dont know the right words to say. I dont know how she feels. I cant even begin to tell her that I understand what she is going through. I felt as if I was useless to her at that moment.
All night long I thought. I thought about growing up with my buddy. I can still picture her mom, with her hands on her hips lecturing us or telling us what we were doing wasnt the smartest move. I can still see her in her house, in Aztec, right after it was built and she was so proud.
It isnt as if she is gone.
Sara is a spit fire. She is a strong lady. I know she will fight to the end!
I am hoping and praying that she has many years left. That she can overcome this. I pray that she can see her grandson grow up, and see her daughter get remarried to the love of her life.
I hope that I can be there for Brandy, like I should be. Like I need to be.
More to come on this, I am sure.

Sign up... do it!

So I became part of a bunco group last month. It was the first month. This month I volunteered to host.
It has been living hell to actually get these people who said they would sign up to comply with participating like they should!
Out of 12 people, I had 7 yes's and 5 no's. Filled all 5 spots, lost 1 then 2. Filled both spots then lost another 2. The back up's... I couldnt really hold them accountable for coming... other things come up and happen!
Really people!
This is turning out to be a bigger hassle than something fun!

The lesson is: Dont be so quick to volunteer to do something nice until you know who you can count on from the original bunch!

Disclaimer

Since I have posted a link to my blog on Facebook....
I feel I must give this disclaimer.

If you read my blog, please know you will be offended at some point.
My mouth my not be clean at times.
I may say something about you, but it will always be the truth.
I like to tell funny family stories, get over it!
We all have funny stories, I just like to point out what I think is funny.

So feel free to leave hate mail.....
Comment if its funny.
Tell me your better than me.... I dont really care

My blog...... I think its funny! :o)

Have a super day!

Thanks for the notice!

I may have blogged about this before and if my memory serves me correctly I did, but because I dont know how to link stories, I will just make a long story short.

In August, there were a rash of burglaries in my meighborhood, in fact, someone cleared my neighbors house completely out. They got greedy. About 2 weeks after it was cleaned out, I was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of metal banging together.
It was a few bright gentleman disassembling my neighbors trampoline and putting it in their truck, which was stashed away on the street behind our house.
I called the cops. They were caught.
That was August.

Today is April 8th. It is 5:49 pm. At 5:28 the doorbell rang. It is the Sherriff's department serving myself and my husband subpeonas to appear at a pre trial witness statement meeting. Here's the problem, it's tomorrow.
I dont mind being a good samaritan here and there. Give me some courtesy, and give me more than a few hours notice that I need to drive to the end of earth on my lunch hour to tell someone that I saw a few idiots stealing something so stupid!
I dont mind telling someone my story, I just dont want this guys attorney trying to change what I am saying.

Maybe I could just ask if they could replay the 911 tape... that was interesting all in itself!

Gotta get it out there....

So I was told today at work that my humor is rude.
I was razzing my supervisor when another rolled up and gave me a look, I said, "you know you appreciate my humor!" She said, "your humor is rude" I think she just doesnt understand me.

Why is it when you dont sugar coat things, your rude, your a bitch?! I mean, no doubt I am, but still. I am who I am... like it, or dont freakin talk to me. :o)

My rant is over ..... for now.

My mother is on the phone to torture me with stories!

Dang... I suck!

November was my last post?!
Whoa!
Lots has happened between then and now!
I will start making an effort to blog a little more often!
Even if no one reads it... :o)

Stay tuned.... let me muster up some funny and I will return!

Where's the neck?

So we just got back from Tucson. Took the girls and went to the in-laws house for turkey day! It was the first time since Hannah was born that we have been out that way for Thanksgiving. That is our normal holiday that we spend out of town.
Thanksgiving was great! All the food.... yum! I think I gained 10 pounds on Thanksgiving alone! And I still have Christmas with my folks before they go to my brothers, then Christmas here!
On to the title of my blog and what it means!
My in laws are very proper. I love them though.... I am still my crazy self around them. I think after nearly 8 years.... they have accepted the person I am.
So, my husbands Godparents were in town for the holiday too. My mother in law makes the dressing, stuffs the bird and puts the rest of the dressing in another dish. Nancy, Woodys Godmother says "you should have put the turkey neck on the dressing to keep it moist" Ceil, my mother in law, says, "thats a good idea!" Nancy, "Where's the neck?" Ceil, "Where's the neck?" Woodys dad "Its in the trash, it is wrapped up in plastic, want me to get it?" and he walks away. Me, "By wrapped up in plastic are you meaning wrapped in the garbage bag?" Woody "So your gonna dig shit out of the garbage?" Me: "Um.... I think I am gonna pass on the dressing this year!" Ceil: "we will rinse it off" Just then my father in law walks up to the sliding glass door with the turkey neck in his hand. Woody "HE DUG IT OUT OF THE OUTSIDE TRASH!!" Me "and you guys thought I was ghetto?!" Needless to say, we all had a great laugh! And I dont think we will ever let my in laws live the turkey neck down!!
On a side note, I ate the dressing that was inside the turkey!

Subway... eat... what?

Finally, the Subway story!

Last weekend we were in a local Wal-mart looking for a filter for our humidifier. We saw Subway and thought, "That sounds good!"
Keep in mind from previous posts that my hubby decided to try and quit smoking and so he was on his man period at the same time! It was like walking on eggshells.
So we argue about who is gonna go up to the counter to order. I lost, up to the counter I went to order.
I ordered for me, a 6in BLT. The girl behind the counter, no lie, put 2..... TWO pieces of bacon on my sandwich! I said "Um, can I get a little more bacon on that?" SHe says "Its gonna cost extra!" WTF... cost extra for more than two freakin pieces of bacon?! My response "I dont care if it costs me extra, I would rather 4 pieces than 2!" So I paid 50 cents extra for TWO more pieces of bacon!
On to the fixin's. "Lettuce, could you take about half of the lettuce off. I mean 4 pieces of bacon, dont want to out do that with all that lettuce, I already have the bread for that!"
Woodys sandwich... the Albuquerque Turkey. That sandwich contains, turkey, 2 pieces of bacon, cheese, avocado and then the fixins. I get turkey, cheese two pieces of bacon and fixins. I was charged seperately for the albuquerque turkey, then bacon, cheese and avocado (in which I did not get). Woody threw it away! Jerk, right! Told you.... man period!
So I write to the Subway office and inform them of what took place at that Subway. My last line is probably the reason I still have yet to hear from them. I said, Subway boasts about Jared loosing weight on their sandwiches. He was probably eating at that location!!

I dont think I will dine at a Subway for some time!

You dont know me....

Before the subway blog, I gotta get this off my chest.

Have you ever come across the one person that believes they know you all too well but really dont? How about the person that makes you the butt of the jokes without knowing if in fact you can take it?

I gotta say I got my feelings hurt today.... cause someone apparently doesnt know me the way they think they do.

Some how while I was minding my own business at work, someone walks up to me laughing saying "how many times were you married"? Me being the way I am threw a few F bombs that persons way, and told them it wasnt their business!

Then thinking about it, I let them know the following (which is true, so you readers may learn a thing or two about me):

I have been married three times.
My first husband, thought it was cool to beat up on a girl. After many years of getting the shit kicked out of me, I married him and it lasted all of 8 months before I was the one charged with Battery. I bravely left without looking back, black and blue from head to toe!
My second husband, thought cheating and doing drugs was the manly thing to do. He tried to kick my ass once, but I beat him up and left. I was tired of providing just so he could go take his girls out and spend the money on his drug and alcohol habits.
I am now on my third marriage. It seems to be working out just fine. We have been married over 6 years now.
If this one doesnt work out.... that is it... I am switching teams!

All is true but the last line. So ask yourself this..... how well do you know a person before poking fun at something that may really hurt them on the inside. Cause ladies and gentleman, being married three times is NOT my proudest moment! I am soooo ashamed of it. I really am, and before anyone can throw stones, ask yourself if you too would have stayed married to either one of those men?!

ok, my rant is over.... I had to get it off my chest... cause well... it hurt and frankly, it still does!

And others things I have been doing

Well... besides mourning the loss of the NKOTB tickets (post below), I have been up to just about everything else too. My littlest one has been dealilng with chronic ear infections. A total of 8 or 9 since starting daycare on June 2nd. I have an ENT appointment this Friday. I plan on asking for tubes rather than waiting for them to suggest it. It is sad to think that I forget what my child is actually like, how happy she really is.
Payton, now will say some words... Bye.... c'mon, MINE, Hannah and her personal favorite... NO! She will say a few others here and there but really, why say anything at all when your big sister talks for you all the time!
I have not smoked a cigarette since Sept 6th!! I have had a few drags here and there when I drink, but it tastes nasty then, so I would rather not smoke at all! Yey for me!
I am poor..... very poor... what else is new!
Hannah started a dance class and comes home every Monday talking about the things she learns at dance class. Not very exciting, but it makes her day, so whatever... I will pretend to be happy for her.
What else....... I will be moving after the beginning of the year... kind of excited for that. Where, I dont know, but its a for sure that we are moving.
I got all the time back I earned when I went back to work full time! So exciting!! So I get 28 days off in 2009! Go me, right?!
It is coming up on the busy time at work, I have not had interest in the computer other than to post stupid status messages on facebook or myspace.
So, that is what I have been doing. I havent even had time to be the nosey neighbor I once was. My husband, recently decided to quit smoking and I will tell you what.... that man should really invest in some Midol while not smoking!! Wow.... talk about man period! It's rough! I dont quite like him without his nicotine! The big A to the double S comes to mind... (love you sweetie!)
Um... enough rambling for now.... I must go get my kid to bed!
I will be back again real soon..... promise!

Oh..... idea..... my next blog can be my rant about subway!! ugh! punks!

No, I did not die....

I am simply mourning the loss of my New Kids on the block tickets still!

Let me fill some of you in......
And no laughing while I tell the story.

In the 7th grade, I was picked by a friend to travel to Dallas to see my first concert ever.... New Kids in the Block. They came with the group Perfect Gentleman. I was allowed by my parents to go.... whew.... first plane ride, first concert. I was livin large!!
Here it is all these years later, and I hear NKOTB would be coming to my hometown! YES!!! How awesome is that?! Tickets were selling at a rate more than I cared to pay, so I told myself, the only way I would be going would be if I won them off the radio.
I played my cards right, one Monday morning, when my favorite radio show was giving away 5th row tickets.... that is close enough to push my way to center stage and get some sweat beads off my not so manly boys! Sweet..... I won the tickets! 5th row!!!
My heart was broken only a week later by the news that those little eff'rs cancelled the Albuquerque show! What?! You mean, my guys didnt want to play for the 1300 people who got tickets (most of which were probably won)?! But still, I actually cried tears when I listened to the same station I won them from, inform the listeners that they had cancelled. A woman, 33 years old, crying over some dudes that meant the world to her at 13! I am 33, who cares right?! I do!!! I wanted to see them, still after all these years!!!
So close........ so close to seeing them after all these years!
No words can tell you how I feel.........

5 years!

I can not believe that it has been 5 years since I gave birth to Hannah!!
Today we celebrated with a birthday party with all the special people that really mean something to her! She had a blast and tuckered out at 8:15!!
I will post some pictures once I get a free second... I too am beat and am going to bed!

The girl who was offensive

I never realized how much a 5 year old could offend people. Whoa..... 5!! My baby turns 5 on Sunday... close enough to say 5. Anyway....
Hannah goes to a Christian Pre-K. They have learned "The Lord's Prayer" which starts off "Our father, who art in heaven"... my child was chosen out of 25 other students to stand up and recite it amongst all the other kids and parents at daycare. She starts her prayer "Our father and my mudder who are in heaven", people laugh.... she goes on to say "and bring us dinner"...
I then tell her what a great job she did and told her that I would reward her with McDonalds... her favorite... the lady at the drive thru says Hi sweetie how are you?! Hannah responds with "When I get older I dont want to work at McDonalds like you, I want to be a doctor!" Poor thing, I know what she was trying to say.... she has her mommas sense of talking without thinking!!
Another quick bit, the other day, I grab the girls from daycare. I am in the middle of cooking dinner and Hannah says "Mommy, I have a bandaid in my ear" I said you did what?!!! She said "I have a bandaid in my ear" I said well how did that happen? her response was " I was on the playground and didnt want to litter so I put it in my ear!" I said, go sit down at the table and wait for me to pull that crap out. She responded with "I will spank myself for you!!" ANd sure enough, after digging around, I indeed pulled out a bandaid from her ear!! Me, not thinking before I speak said "You do not stick anything in any hole on your body, do you understand?" Yes mommy.... and the conversation was over!!

Babies Everywhere!

So little Sean is on the climb upwards!
My other friend I spoke of had her baby girl last night. She was 5 pounds 3 ounces. Great for a baby who was born at 34 weeks.
Today a friend from work had her baby, a girl, at 37 weeks, 5 pounds 13 pounds.
I have another friend expecting a boy, early next month too....
December brings another boy....

And me, well I will just enjoy all the little ones around me! :o)
No more babies for me... EVER!!!! ahhhh.... that is a sign of relief! lol

Sean.....

I have to make this a fast post but wanted to update fron yesterdays post.

Baby Sean is doing ok today. Seems the doctor that told my friend about how bad off the baby is, was the doctor on shift for the weekend. He never really knew how baby Sean was.
As of today, the regular doctor has talked with the parents and she says she (the doctor) is not ready to give up on him. She believes that he will get through this and that this is all "preemie" issues. They can not find a source of an infection, leading them to believe that there is not one. His kidneys ARE working as he is urinating on his own.

Prayers are paying off..... keep praying!

I will update soon!

Hurting Heart

My heart is hurting today....
I work with a gal that gave birth to a baby boy at 27 weeks. He weighs 2 pounds 5 ounces and is 14 inches long. It looked promising. He has some surgery on his intestines and still has 98% of them. He was breathing with just a nasal cannula.
Saturday, he took a turn for the worse. He developed an infection and they found his heart was not working the way it should. The parents were told they were going to need to make a decision. The doctors could not promise his quality of life. By the end of the day today, his parents were not ready to make such a decision, had a second opinion, and that doctor gave them a ray of hope.
My hurt is hurting today for another, almost similar reason....
One of the girls I have known the longest in my life, is 33 weeks pregnant. She too is having some pre-term labor issues. She is on medication to reduce the effects of her going into labor, and has been tested positive fetal fibronectin.

My heart is hurting because two of the nicest people I know are both wondering what they have done to have this happen to them, and they are blaming themselves. While one has to leave her baby boy in the NICU everynight, the other is facing having to do the same thing.

My heart truly hurts because the people that shouldnt have children are able to continue bringing life into this world. Because the children are the ones who has to suffer when their parents dont want them. My heart hurts, because the nicest people in the world who seriously want children are unable to bring them into this world. The people that cant get pregnant, for whatever reason, things happen and they are unable to carry to term.

While I am glad I have never had to face such a situation, I feel bad at the same time. Like I feel guilty that I was able to bring both my children home when I got to leave the hospital. And looking back on it, I would much rather have to go through all the problems that I had with Payton over again, than to have to live a day in either one of my friends shoes.

My heart hurts because, I cant tell them I know what they are going through.... I cant help them, all I can do is be there for each of them and listen to their hopes and fears.

I can tell you, I pray alot... I pray for miracles everyday! I believe the power of prayer can heal. For those that remember we received a miracle with the power of prayer in Paytons early days. Any one who reads this, I ask that you pray to whoever your God is. And ask that these two mothers, two fathers, and these two little babies heel and are strong enough to make it through this hard time. Pray for the families of them too.

I will keep you all updated. I know God has a plan for all of us. I just pray it is in his plan to keep these innocent babies from visiting him anytime soon.

9/11

This was too good not to repost:
I took it from 100.3 the peaks website.

a poem by Cheryl Sawyer entitled "One"
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of waiting and hope, We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became one gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, We spoke one language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one body. As we mourned together the great loss, We became one family. As we cried tears of grief and loss, We became one soul. As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes, We become one people.
We are One color One class One generation One gender One faith One language One body One family One soul One people
We are The Power of One. We are United. We are America.

First Regret?

I proudly boast that I have no regrets.... until now!
I believe my first regret would have to be giving up a part time night job to work full time and put my kids in full time daycare!
My oldest daughter, its been great! I couldnt ask for a better school.
My youngest, thats a different story. She has been there since June 2nd and in that time I am now on week three that she has not been on antibiotics. So sickness is pretty rampid in that daycare.
Since she started, she has had many different teachers. I gotta say I have had my favorites. But there is one teacher that is just a floater. She is a floater for a reason!! This girl has the biggest attitude I have ever come across! Today she has pissed me off beyond belief!!
I walk in to find my kid has pulled both shoes off and taken one sock off. The girl couldnt even get up to greet me as I walked in. She sat the entire time as I searched for my kids sock.
I asked if she knew where my kids sock was, her response was "Payton, where is your sock?" Um... your asking a kid to tell you where their sock is and she doesnt say anything but uh oh and hi? I am betting she will just bust right out and tell you where that sock is!! So I snickered and said, Um, your not really thinking she is gonna tell you are you? She continued to sit there. I said well is there a possibility that you could get up and put it in her box if you find it? Her response was "yeah"
SO I go to Paytons box to get her blanket and things to take home and notice that the extra shorts that I have in her box are gone. I asked about the shorts... her response "I just got here" Yeah because I give a shit when you came here.... could you look for the fricken shorts?
Needless, to say, I must calm down, before I call to file a complaint. I picked them up over an hour ago and I am still pretty well hot headed!
Should be an exciting conversation that I have with the director!!

"Bro"

What makes a white guy think they can constantly use the word "bro" while playing xbox live? I mean, I play Guitar Hero and dont find myself using ghetto talk? But my husband, his favorite word is "bro".... and he is the whitest guy I have ever met!!
Just thought I would throw that out there.....
Off to go drink me some drinks....... bros and bitches!!