And the saga goes on!

News flash to myself. If Gone With the Wind was a novel, then what my brother in law and soon to be ex sis in law are going through must be a saga. The trashiness they both encompass is starting to smell worse than month old dirty gym clothes. So, let's see--where to begin? Well, in the last post I basically stated that they are going through a messy divorce, but now he is playing with fire. He has started involving my immediate family into his mess. I hate it when people can't handle their own business. I mean both of them created this mess, so now they need to get a whole bunch of Bounty paper towels and get to cleaning. Not that the slogan "the quicker picker upper" would be used in this case, but you get my drift. Anyway, so on what was supposed to be a relaxing weekend being grateful to all of our past and present soldiers I find out that I am going to be called by my bro in law's guardian ad litem for this case so I can tell the person how wonderful of a father my bro in law is to his child, and how he just does all this stuff for him and with him. I don't know what he does in his spare time. I mean, it seems me and my hubby only see him when he needs something done for him (ie this phone call). Basically, he needs me and my hubby now so we are good enough to hang around. Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the things that the ex sis in law is guilty of is also one of the things that bro in law has recently done. He went out and got a girlfriend who has 2 kids. Now that is not so bad you say, but I forgot to mention the girlfriend of 2 month's children are calling him daddy. So, he basically can't stand the fact that the soon to be ex wife has a boyfriend with a child that his son has to be around, but it is ok for him to have a girlfriend with kids that call him daddy. UUMM, No! He also states that by having a boyfriend she is committing adultery because they aren't legally separated. Okay, so what is he doing? I would say it looks like the same thing to me. Especially when he thinks it is cute that a littel girl he barely knows calls him daddy. AAGGHH! What have I married into?
So for lack of time and space and energy let's just say this has gone way past Jerry and into Dr. Phil maybe even Sally Jesse territory.

You know there's going to be trouble when....

you meet your sister in law and she could double for a guest on Jerry Springer.

Of all the families to be married into why did I have to pick the main attraction for a Jerry Springer show? Well, all of them aren't so bad, but you know how it goes "it only takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch". Well, that said apple would be my soon to be "I-will-do-anything-for-the-right-price-for-any-guy-cause-I-am-an-ex-stripper-turned-mother-that-wants-out-of-my-mommy-role-and-a-good-life" ex-sister in law. And let me tell you I can't wait until she is gone for good. Bad thing is that she and my brother in law share a child so it is getting ugly. REALLY UGLY. I mean old school Jerry Springer show ugly. You know the episodes where the people actually came out swingin' and got a few punches in also? Okay, those are the episodes we need to be on. You see, I have never really gotten along with my sis in law (and not for lack of trying), but I just didn't realize what a crack whore she was the whole time she has been married to my hubby's brother. Hey, I have the right to call her that cause anyone who does coke and God knows what else just to get her pre-baby body back is slack. Let's see, uuummm I believe there is a product out there called Tae-Bo! Go figure! She could have saved her and her family a lot of heartache (and money) if she could've just done as Oprah would've and "get with the program". Well, anyway before their 1st anniversary she had already been with his best friend. Then he just now finds out about 6 months ago that she had been with like 13 men over the course of the 6 years they have been together. Wow! What a role model for her 2 year old son. Not to mention little girls everywhere! I mean I can't tell you the times I told my mom when I was coming along how badly I wanted skank men that I wasn't married to worshipping me and my body and get paid for it as well. Well, now I can't completely blame her for everything! I mean did he really expect that he could let her go strip in a strip club (for a little extra money cause they were hitting on hard times) that was an hour and a half from their house and nothing happen? Who knows? Maybe he was flying high on a little magic carpet ride of crack and pot too, but his little bubble has been burst and now it is dragging everyone in the family into our very own never-ending episode of Jerry. As our favorite spiky haired hyper exercise activist Susan Powter would say "STOP THE INSANITY!".
He wants the child, she wants the child. She is not giving him clothes for the child when he comes to visit daddy and he is only choosing inconvenient hours for her to see the child on the holidays that they have to share him. It is back and forth non-stop action. Anyway, there is no telling where this case will eventually end up. Let's just say it is a 3 ring circus and not as family friendly as the Wringling Bros. by any means. Or at least I don't think the pony rides involved are on ponies or are kid-friendly, the only rope involved isn't the tight rope but the one they want to strangle each other with, and the only trapeze artist involved is the sister in law cause she would swing with just about anything or anyone.

Hanging in there......another year!

Today is mine and my husband's 4 year wedding anniversary. Not a long time by any means, but still we have made it yet another year. (without killing each other or the other's family mind you). And there were times when we probably could have, but we refrained cause neither one of us really likes the idea of county lockdown. So, anyway here we are..another year together, another year older, another year wiser. Not as wise as our parents or grandparents, but a little wiser as to what makes a marriage tick.

We have our ups and downs (sometimes it seems everyday), but through it all we know we were made for each other. so, I don't have alot for this post since nothing really exciting has happened. Just wanted to write about my anniversary and say that I am just trying to hang in there!!!

A whole new meaning to "busted"

You know, when most people talk about getting busted they are either describing a criminal who has been caught, or an artist making a relic of someone. They are not talking about getting new implants and having their boss pay for them--without the boss' knowledge of having to pay for them that is. It seems that this is what one Jerri Ann Cozza of Spokane, WA has done recently. In a story from kxly.com (posted here) it states that Ms Cozza stole from her employers at a medical supply company last year and used these funds and their credit cards to purchase her new goods. Her new goods also consist of new furniture and repairs to her Dodge Durango. She would've probably had a clean trail if she hadn't tried to get yet another credit card by applying in her ex-boss' name for one. Guess she needed the fake boobs and the false info for her credit application to complete that I-am-a-dumb-bimbo-with-big-boobs-image. This story just puts a whole new meaning to "being busted".

"new set of boobs....$8,000. Posting bond for larceny....$2000. Having new great looking boobs removed cause you basically stole them and they need them for evidence in the trial.....priceless." For crimes there's jail, for everything else there's Mastercard (tm).

Happy Mother's Day!!!!

Here's to all you moms!!!!

Nothing sounds as sweet as “mommy”
Spoken from a child’s lips;
And nothing is as timeless as “mother”
No matter how old that child gets.

Nothing will ever truly compare
To a mother’s wondrous love;
Not even when speaking
Of angels from above.

She is a rock when we are weak
A shelter when life may storm
She is a true companion
In each and every form.

The bearer of our hurt
The expresser of our joy
Even through all life’s ups and downs
No job would she rather employ.

She is a friend, a leader,
A teacher, and confidante.
A healer, a listener, and
A rock to lean on

So we celebrate our mothers
On this very special day
And hope that she remembers
We wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oops She Did It Again!

AAAHHH! Isn't that just the picture of bliss. The white trash princess with her wanna be thug husband. They must be so over-joyed with their news. Yes, folks you heard that correctly or should I say you heard David Letterman correctly. She is preggers again!!! This begs the question: What gives? I mean nothing says I am ready for another child like not knowing to strap my 4 month old into his car seat before taking off down the road. Remember the picture? Anyway, isn't there more interesting stuff in the news these days than whether or not Brit-Brit is singing "Baby knock me up one more time!"? Or "oops I'm pregnant again"? You be the judge. And by the way how nice of her to live up to her white trash roots and get pregnant while the other is still in diapers. Britney, we just don't know how to handle your oh so high standards these days.
Sorry, by the way, if I have offended any of you Britney lovers out there, but enough is enough. Now I guess we can look forward to the next picture of her in a string bikini showing off her 9 month bump drinking an orange juice while soaking it up on a yacht. Britney, K-Fed, and babies--oh my!!!!

Oh and by the way her new fragrance is set to be launched. It is called "In Control". It should be more like "I need birth control"! I am sure it is some concocted fragrant mix of dirty diapers, cigaretter smoke, and baby powder. K-fed probably wouldn't have it any other way. I mean it would be crazy to expect her to come up with a classy fragrance. We wouldn't want to make her over exert herself by steering clear of White Trashdom now would we?


Update: Since origianlly posting this story this morning I have found out that not only is Britney pregnant but a family friend has confirmed that she is 5 months pregnant. Well, looks like Britney couldn't stray too far from that white trash image huh? I mean really, who ever heard of waiting till the first was out of diapers to have the second? Don't be ridiculous. Britney said herself that she wants all of her babies to be from the same father so that if they do split then she won't have different fathers for different children. Let's hope that Kevin gives Britney time to have their second child and doesn't up and leave her like he did his last girlfriend while she was pregnant with her second one (of his that is).

Teacher's Pets....

Who knew that they still existed? Only now they are in rare form as the "Boss' Pet". These people have a way of driving the average Joe crazy. You come in, do your job (and do it right and to the best of your ability), mind your business, and try to help out only to be shot down by the opposition--which happens to be on your own team. Just the mere fact that they get to make your day a living Hell drives them to thwart the attention away from you and onto them. What gives? You know how when you are just trying to help out, and then here THEY come. With their perfect smiles, their perfect demeanor towards the boss and others, and their all-knowing ways. Who gave them the green light to ruin everyone's day? I would love (as I am sure we all would) to just tell them where they can take their "Mary Poppins-too good to be true-I know more than you do-self serving-conceited" attitude. (and what they could do with it) However, I need my job more than my pride so I guess this venting will have to do for now.

Potty Wars

Okay, so I know that no one on this blog site really wants to hear about my potty woes with my 2 year old, but this is my blog and I will complain if I want to. Even if it is about dirty pull-ups. I am so at my wit's end with trying to coax my son into pooping in the potty. I have tried prizes, snacks, stickers, and even his favorite character -- SPIDERMAN!
Nothing gives. I mean just this morning he told me "I not poo-poo in my pants" which is usually the alarm that lets me know he really has. Well, I walked up to him, checked his pants and sure enough he was clean. Okay so I was floored. So, I sat him on the potty to the tune of "mommy, I want a cake". I told him if he went in the potty that I would give him one, regardless of the fact it was 6 am. Anyway, just about 1 minute after being on the potty, even though he really wanted a cake, NOTHING! What did he do 2 minutes after getting off the potty? Yep you guessed it. I heard from the living room "mommy I poo poo in my pants". I was so mad I couldn't stand it. Why are some children easier than others? And why does it seem the more impatient parents (I am guilty as charged on that issue) get the harder ones to train. And why is it that tots never have accidents until you are ready to walk out the door -- pocket book, lunch, back pack and all in your arms. I never really believed that karma would affect me but boy has it. Whatever I have done to the potty gods I am so very sorry !!!! Instead of "Mr Sandman bring me a dream" all I can sing are the potty blues and they go a little something like this "Mr Potty (yes) please make him go poop. In the toilet would be nice if you could"!!!!!

Please Let Go!!!!!!!!

Why is it that we have security blankets? I mean what creates them in our mind and why is each one so individual? Take my son for example. He likes to chew on his shirt. He always has. For the last 2 years I have watched him chew and gnaw his way to holes in the collars of his shirts. Only t-shirts mind you. What it is about the collar of a shirt and pulling threads off of it with his teeth I will never understand. It is what got us through teething. I thought for sure when he was born he would be a thumb sucker or take a pacifier and I would be fighting my battles with those things. But no, not lucky me. I get to walk around constantly saying "shirt outta your mouth. shirt outta your mouth." I can handle "mommy i want my blanket" because he is still only 2 and he does need certain things, but I have almost had it with the popping of threads on a t-shirt. You know the grating sound of fingernails down the chalkboard? Well, this one habit is the fingernails down that board to me. I am sure we all have a blanket of some sort though. Mine used to be my hair. I had really super long hair, but I decided to chop it ALL off one day. There it went in 3 short snip-snip-snips. Just like that the last 10 years of hair gone. Well, I did get regular trimmings but you get the point. No more blanket for me to hold onto. Mine was jerked from under me like a rude awakening but i had done it to myself. However, when he was done I cannot tell you how relieved I was. No more hiding behind my "I-still-want-to-be-a-cheerleader" cover. No more "you-can't-see-the-imperfections-behind-the-locks" cover. It was just me plain and simple. No cover up. Just me the new mom who now was glad to have passed on some sort of blanket to her newborn, and hoped he enjoyed every minute of it. Come to think of it, I know that I will miss the day that I no longer catch myself saying "PLEASE LET GO OF THAT SHIRT!"

BA-- Blogger's Anonymous

Okay, so great! I have realized that what I thought would be my avenue of freedom, my route to sanity, and my highway to a sound mind has now become my addiction. Yep!! That's right! After being a blogger for only half a day, I have come to the stark realization that I am an addict. Hey I guess sign me up for the first meeting. The meeting to BA-- Blogger's Anonymous. I am there. I just can't quit typing! Enough said. Oh yeah! That is my problem apparently. I don't know when enough has been said. I guess blogging goes to show that one can always have a comment on any topic be it short and sweet or unwanted or just unnecessary.

Mondays!!! Enough said. I hate them. I have never liked them. And especially not this one! Whoever said "this" or "that" or the other was for the birds hit the nail on the head. That is the way I feel about today. Most of it has been for the birds!!!

Why is it your toddler never wakes up for you when you are running late, but they can manage to wake up at the crack of dawn when there is nowhere to go or nothing to do? I don't think I will ever come to an understanding of this concept. Or why is it that you catch every red light and every stopped school bus when you are running late, but when you have time to spare you breeze through morning traffic?

None of the above mentioned things that happen make any of us happy, but I guess it is safe to say "that which doesn't kill us only makes us stronger"!!!!