Sunday, July 14, 2013

A Perfectly Imperfect Mother's Opinion On Trayvon/Zimmerman Case

So, it's been over 24 hrs since George Zimmerman was acquitted in the murder of Trayvon Martin.  Emotions are high whether you were Pro-Zimmerman or Pro-Trayvon.  I turned the telly off about an hour before the jury announced their decision.  I knew that whichever the outcome, there will be no justice for either.  The entire story and events that have led up to now, and what will be in days and weeks and probably months to follow is going to impact our country.

I remember when I first heard of the death of Trayvon.  I remember seeing Trayvon's mother and father crying and holding a photo of Trayvon.  Oh, my heart broke for them.  I'm a mother to 2 sons... naturally the thought of any parent losing a child breaks my heart.  I remember hearing all sorts of stories of some gun-crazy, cop-wannabe, white man shooting a poor black child who just had Skittles and a drink.  I saw the photos of Zimmerman and Trayvon.  I admit, I saw Zimmerman as a monster and a child killer.  I didn't pay much attention to all the media coverage in the beginning.  In all honesty, we hear of crime like this ALL THE TIME.  Typically, it gets a day or two of coverage and it's over.  Then ol' Obama had to go and say "If I had a son, he would look like Trayvon."  When he politicized this tragedy, I knew our country was in for another round of race wars.  I wasn't wrong to think that.

Well, it sure didn't take long for it to begin.  I admit, in the beginning of all this, I just picked up bits and pieces, and had some pretty bad judgement of George Zimmerman.  For a few weeks, I just listened here and there.  I felt bad for Trayvon, his family, and his friends, but I just kept feeling like "Why is this case getting so much attention?  I have been hearing of racial murder crimes going on years, SO WHY THIS CASE?  I hate that a young man lost his life but is this case so big because Obama put his 2-cents in?  Yeah, that is part of the reason... we also got ol' loud mouth Al Sharpton and race-baiter Jesse Jackson, and the good ol' liberal media going on by this point.  Pretty much every day I turned on the tv, it was going on about Trayvon and Zimmerman.  

Okay, some of yalls might get pissy with me because of my opinions on Obama, Sharpton, and Jackson.  Anyone who knows me, knows my opinion of Obama.  As for "Reverend" Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, I do not really have the greatest opinions of them either.  I admit, 40-50 years ago, I appreciate everything they have done for civilian rights.  Their participation in civil rights made it possible for me to grow up knowing that blacks do not have to use segregated schools, stores, water fountains, bathrooms, etc.  In my 35 years of living, I have been friends with people of different skin color and never thought anything bad of it.  I have grown up seeing people of different races date, marry, have children, etc. and not think anything bad of it.  Actually my first boyfriend in kindergarten was black, his name was Michael and he was so funny!  Many of my celebrity crushes have been black and many of my favorite shows were The Jeffersons, Soul Train, Gimme a Break, etc.  Love me some BoyzIIMen, Jodeci, Shai, etc... Anyways, I am thankful that because of the protests and marches that MLK Jr, Jackson, Sharpton, and many others risked and staked their lives so I could grow up not seeing a person for the color of their skin.  I grew up seeing a person for their character.  Kudos to my parents for the non-racist upbringing!  ;)   

Now, I am not saying that there has not been some racial issues in the 80's/90's/and 2000's... Rodney King is probably the first I remember learning about in my lifetime and understood that a black man was unfairly and unlawfully attacked and beaten by asshat racist cops.  I remember hearing about riots breaking out.  I know on occassion that Sharpton and Jackson come around, and yes, at times it's been merited... but it seems to me that over the last 5 years, they are ALWAYS on tv.  Running up the race card.  I didn't expect them to become Obama's constants.  I got tired of hearing that election from people who voted because Obama was black.  Many people did.  I know several who did and openly admitted it.  I didn't vote for him, but I can guarantee you my reasons had absolutely nothing to do with his race.  I am not even going to go there with my political reasons for not voting democrat.  My point is, here we are... 50 years later.  What are they running their race card about?  I see politicians of every race in D.C.  Not every black person is a democrat.  Not every white person is a Republican.  People of every color are rich, famous, educated...  There are poor, uneducated, and lazy people of all color... There are average, hard-working, median income people of all colors.  America, our amazing and wonderful country is a melting pot of beautiful bi-racial/multi-racial people.  Blacks/Asians/Latinos/Indians/etc. are together as friends and family.  Thank God there are no 'white's only'/'blacks only' signs because the majority of America's population would be confused on where to go!  

Where there is 'good', which is not white or black, there is also 'evil' which is also not white or black.  Good, evil, rich, and poor does not discriminate.  Every race has their bigots.  Every religion has their extremists.  Criminals come in every color too!  Take a look at the mug shots and you see humans of every race... some I am not even sure they are human.  Seriously... have you ever watched COPS or looked at mug shots???  

So, there I go again, getting off topic.  Oh well, if you know me, that's no big surprise there.  Back to the Zimmerman/Martin trial.  I admit, I never really paid attention to Zimmerman's story.  I just knew a kid was killed for having Skittles and a drink.  About 2 months ago, I started reading more.  I am not saying I completely side with Zimmerman, mmkay?  I have listened to the 911-calls that were not doctored by NBC.  Yes, the one thing that sticks in my head is that Zimmerman got out of his car when he was told to not pursue Trayvon.  I agree with the rest of the world on this.  Yes, there are things about Zimmerman's story that changed here and there.  I look at the case from the time Zimmerman went to see where Trayvon went, to the time that he was killed.  All I think about is what I would have done.

If you live in an area that has been burglarized, you look at people in the neighborhood more.  If you have lived in a place long enough, you typically know who your neighbors are.  Some you may know personally and have bbq's with.  Some you just know by their face when you drive by.  You start to recognize faces and names after 3 yrs of living in a place.  If you live in an neighborhood where there have been burglaries and other crimes going on, you are going to be suspicious if you see someone you don't know walking between houses.  You are going to notice.  "Why did he think Trayvon was suspicious?" people ask... Well, like I said, if your neighborhood has been experiencing crime, you become more aware of surroundings and what you are used to seeing and not used to seeing. 

"Why did Zimmerman have a gun?"  Yes.  He had a CCW.  I know a lot of people with CCW licenses.  Many carry their guns everywhere.  I know some who are so used to wearing their gun, that it's like a wedding ring.  You wear it all time.  No law broke there.  True, he should not have used the gun being a head person in the Neighborhood Crime Watch.  He should have left the gun in his glove compartment... No argument here.  He walked and looked around to see where Trayvon had gone.  We don't know what all really happened between the time Zimmerman and Trayvon came face to face to the time that they caught attention from neighbors and witnesses.  

I really wish Trayvon's girlfriend had been a more trustworthy witness.  Rachel Jeantel, damn, I wish she had not lied so much in the beginning.  I feel she was the worst witness when she could have, should have, and would have been the prosecuting teams best key witness.  BUT nooooo... Her testimonies were not consistent and she had told too many lies... her attitude in court that first day did not help matters.  In all honesty, the race card that came into play with this came with the "creepy ass cracker" comment.  I have heard no race comment (other than the NBC doctored one that by this point we all know was false) from the Zimmerman side.  She believes calling white people crackers is not racist.  *smh*  

I grew up being told to not say the n-word.  Or any word that referred to a person of race in a derogatory way.  You just didn't say it.  In our town, the hispanic population was pretty high and a lot of people said "beaners" "wetback" and I said them not really even knowing the meaning of them.  I even had a few friends that were hispanic and called each other those names.  I said it around my momma and let me tell ya, she fixed that real fast!  My great-grandparents used the word a lot but we rarely were around them.  The times we were, my mom had given my sis and I the talk about how saying certain words that are bad now were not considered quite the same back when they were younger.  I believe now, as I have grown older and became a parent that there is no double standard to using any of those words.  I don't care if you are black and think it's ok to call each other "niggaz" or whatever.  If you don't want someone of another color calling you that, then you don't say it as a term of endearment to yourself or put it in your music and movies and be offended when lil white boy be spending his money (or his parents money) on your crap, dressing like a thug, and talking just like you.

Anyways, I don't see how people keep saying Zimmerman racially profiled Trayvon.  Like I said earlier, criminals and creepy ass people come in all colors of race and you never hear Zimmerman say anything about black people or uses the n-word.  Oh, he said "I get sick of these people getting away with this" (i know that's probably not the exact word for word quote but it's close and i am tired and about to wrap this up).  "These people"... where's the racist ephitat there?  You people, those people, these people... hell, "people" refers to a lot of different things.

So we only know from photos of Zimmerman's face and head, and hearing testimony that Trayvon was on top of Zimmerman.  Those are facts that we know of.  From Zimmerman's story, apparently Trayvon attacked first.  I am not saying it's true or not.  But we know that Zimmerman had visible abrasions.  Trayvon only had the gun shot wound and the scuffs on his knuckles.  There are somethings that, i still don't trust from Zimmerman.  I know there are things that don't match up.  As for the cries for help... WHO KNOWS?!?!?!  I do not believe it should have even been brought up in the court... when the FBI said they would not be able to use the scream, it should have been left out.  There is no facts on who it could have been.    

I was not there.  No one but Zimmerman and Trayvon know the truth, and only one is alive to give their story.  Whether it's the truth or not, we will never know.  From my view, if I was punched in the face by someone and my nose got broken and then my head is being beaten in the concrete, you can bet your ass I would shoot if I could.  Trayvon was taller and more fit than Zimmerman.  Keep in mind, Zimmerman was a lot thinner and not athletic for sure at the time.  But anyways, everyone has a right to defend themselves if they are being beaten.  By law, Zimmerman had a right to shoot because he felt his life was in danger.  The Stand Your Ground Law, you don't even have to have marks on your body to prove your right to defend yourself.  In all honesty, and by law, the jury was right to acquit Zimmerman.  I am not saying I like it.  You should have heard me about the Casey Anthony verdict, but i learned the reason why her verdict became what it did.  You can still be guilty but things about the law can make you innocent.  At times this can work to an advantage and at times it's a freakin bitch.  

At the end of this trial, I feel like this... The prosecuting team SUCKED. I feel they didn't even really try.  That was the absolute worst case of prosecuting I have EVER seen.  Were they trying to throw this case for a reason??? I don't know if they really are pathetic lawyers or if there is more to the story behind it.  Am I a conspiracy theorist?  Well, in some cases, i do believe there is more to a story and this O-administration sure has proven to me that conspiracy theories are very plausible.  I pray for the family of Trayvon that this is not so.  How I feel for them... I cried when I saw Trayvon's family after the verdict.  I wish Jackson, Sharpton, Obama, Holder, the Black Panthers, the liberal media, NAACP, and the rest of the world who are not happy with the outcome of the verdict, would have respect for Trayvon's family.  Spreading more hate, more violence... why???  Why disgrace his death and memory. Trayvon's memory and his family deserve better than that!  

As for the Zimmerman's.  I pray for his family too.  They will be viewed by the world terribly because of George Zimmerman's lack of better judgement about how things went down that night.  I don't view Zimmerman as the monster the world is making him right now.  I don't believe what he did was racially motivated.  Like I said, I believe that night things just went terribly wrong in so many ways.  So maybe God used him and Trayvon as instruments to prove the world something... WHY DON'T WE STOP AND LISTEN!??!  I do believe God is trying to tell us but the hate, the anger, the revenge is taking over the hearts and minds of people who got so involved in this case.  I see Zimmerman and Trayvon as scared men that night.  I wish Trayvon had just ran home.  I wish Zimmerman had just stayed in the car.  Those are 2 things I wish had happened, but nothing will change what went down that fateful night.  I know that Zimmerman may have been acquitted but he is not a free man.  He will never be a free man.  His family will never be safe or free.  The fact that Obama's administration got involved in this does not settle well with me.  

I pray for those jurors.  Those women followed the rules of the law when they made their verdict.  I know many of us do not agree.  But when people are threatening these women and telling them to kill themselves.  I am sure these women will always feel torn about their decision.  They could not give a verdict on emotion.  Speaking as a mother, I know that was the hardest decision ever for them.  I pray they don't get audited or screwed by the IRS because of the outcome.  

I pray for our country.  We are once again letting race divide us.  WHY?!?!  50 years of civil rights and we are resorting to this again??? Oh, a hispanic man killed a black kid, so let's go on a kill whitey riot.  *smh*  Sharpton, Jackson, NAACP, and others... how about instead of going on a white people are evil riot, how about standing up to these gangs who kill for the joy of it.  Sharpton, use your "Reverend"-status to teach people about Jesus.  How God does not see color... how regardless of our skin color, we are all His children??? I have yet to really see Sharpton really be a man of God.  You can talk the talk all day, sir... Words are words, but actions... ACTIONS prove the man.  When the day of judgement comes around, will you really be able to say you deserved to have "Reverend" at the beginning of your name?  I pray that those who preach civil rights, can look in their soul and honestly say they believe in equality in ALL races?  

I am getting tired... I am going to end this now and I am not going to touch this case anymore.  I am tired of it.  I am tired of the race card.  I am tired of riots and innocent people being hurt because of it.  People are rioting, killing, hurting innocent people right now to prove their "justice for Trayvon".  The family of Trayvon deserve better.  Trayvon deserves to rest in peace and be with our Lord and look down and see that his death was just the result of more hate and violence.  

So this is my last rambling about the Trayvon/Zimmerman case. I am a woman, a wife, and a mother who does not do everything perfect... but I have a good heart and I have a lot to say.  My opinions are mine and will differ from yours.  God bless Trayvon... God bless his family.  God bless the Zimmerman's.  We will never know the coulda, shoulda, wouldas.  I am not going to concentrate on it anymore.  My opinion... It was scattered and rambly... but it's me.  it's where I stand.  Good night... God bless.  

Thursday, June 6, 2013

It's Been Too Long

Wow... It's been quite awhile since I have blogged on here.  Well, let's see what all has happened since my last blog here.  I have been pretty busy with my 2 boys.  Connor is almost through with kindergarten.  He has 2 more days of school left before he will be a 1st grader!!!!  He does not want to go to first grade.  He wants to stay with his teacher.  I have to admit, I love Mrs. Dixon.  She has been the best teacher and she knows how to handle him.  He is a talker and he has a loud voice.  And he really talks non-stop.  Seriously.  He has gotten into trouble more often at school for it.  He even has a special place to sit now... by the teacher's desk.  We all know when you have the special desk by the teacher, that you have taken it to another level.  Overall, he is well-behaved.  He just talks too much.  His daddy used to be a talker and had a special desk too.  I used to get into trouble for talking a lot too.  Soooo... it's in his genetics I guess? The talking a lot comes from both of us but the loudness comes from me.  My voice is loud and seems to carry also. 
Anyways, I was at a birthday party for one of Connor's classmates, and Mrs. Dixon was there.  She told me a story that I have to share.  They were talking about how school was halfway over and they will soon be going to the 1st grade.  She asked who all were excited and every kid except Connor raised their hand.  She asked him if he heard her and if he was excited about going to 1st grade next year.  He shook his head no and said "No... I don't want to go to first grade.  I want to stay here."  and she said "Well, Connor, you can't stay here.  You have to go on to the 1st grade so you can learn more.  Your friends will be going too." and Connor, bless his heart, had tears starting to form in his eyes.  He told her he did not want to go to 1st grade.  This is around the time we started to notice him getting in trouble more for talking and not taking time to do his work as well as normal.  One day, after talking to his teacher because of his behavior, I started asking Connor questions.  He then asked me "if i am quiet, will i go to 1st grade?"  Aha!!!  So that's the reason!!!  I talked to his teacher.  She set up a way to get Connor used to going to 1st grade.  She partnered up with another teacher who teaches 1st grade and they have been doing things to get Connor ready.  But he is still not ready.  Mrs. Dixon is so wonderful he never wants to leave.  We have only a few days to go until he has no choice.  

Summer is upon us.  The boys will be home with me all day long.  I love my boys but I am already dreading the "I'm bored... there's nothing to do...Corbin is touching me... Get Corbin out of my room..." etc.   I am looking into some preschools.  Corbin, bless his heart... he is the child that makes his momma go insane sometimes.  He is just one of those who needs to be kept busy at all times.  LOL  

So what to do this summer????  Camping.  Pool.  Swimming lessons.  Going to the beach.  I really need to check out Pinterest for some ideas.  LOL


Friday, December 14, 2012

A Heavy Heart

A Heavy Heart 


Hey yalls!  I know I haven't been the best at blogging lately.  I'm a momma of two boys and it's the holidays!  I hope all are doing well!

Today, our country is in mourning.  A mad man went into an elementary school in Connecticut, shot and killed staff and 20 little children... in total, 28 people were killed (as far as I know now).  My heart is so heavy and I can't stop crying thinking about it.  I just keep thinking of my boys... the pain and suffering of those victims and their families.  Earlier today, I saw someone post on facebook that someone went into a school with a gun.  I didn't jump to conclusions yet, but I was hoping no children would be hurt.  An hour later, I read that several children were brutally murdered. 

Nothing will make a parents heart drop and stomach ache to hear such terrible news.  I grabbed my lil spidermonkey, Corbin, and just hugged and kissed him.  No matter how much he tried to push me away and wiggle away so he could go play, I could not let him go.  Seeing video of crying children and panicked parents broke me down.  It brought up a terrible nightmare I had a few months ago, and I still can't get it out of my head.  I need to go to bed, but I just know I won't have a peaceful sleep.  

A few months ago, not long after my oldest started kindergarten, I had the type of nightmare that makes you wake up scared, sick, and sweating.  And so real, I had to literally pinch myself several times to be sure it was just a nightmare.

I had this dream of me taking my Connor to school.  We are talking and laughing and making silly jokes.  I drop him off at the front of the school... we blow kisses to each other, catch them in the air, and lock them in our hearts.  We shout "Love you!" and he shouts back "Don't forget to lock my loves in your heart forever!"  And turns around to walk to his class. For some reason, I put my van in park and just watch him run up to the school with his friends and the teacher is telling me to move because I am holding up the car line.  I drive off and get to the light and wait for it to turn, as I see a grungy van speed through the grass and a man comes out.  He has a few guns and bullets wrapped around him, and he's walking towards the school.  I don't know how no other parent sees this happening and I am just screaming and pointing and yelling and no one is paying attention to me.  I try to turn my van around so I can run him over but no cars are letting me through, and I am honking and screaming madly.  I keep wondering how the hell no one sees what is going on!  I am beating on other cars and no one is acknowledging me.  I go to my van and start throwing anything I can in the gunman's direction and hitting him with tools and he just laughs and keeps walking toward the school.  I am screaming  and freaking out.  Next thing, I hear gunshots, children screaming and running out of the building and I see other men with guns getting out of the van and grabbing children and putting them in the van.  I am screaming for Connor... and then I woke up. 

It makes me cry remembering that terrible dream now.  I wanted to go back to sleep to make sure I save my son, but the other part of me couldn't imagine going back to sleep.  I was so sweaty and I just kept pinching myself.  It was just so real of a dream... The news of that school shooting just makes me relive that dream over and over and I haven't even slept yet!!!  I hate when I have dreams like that!!!  I have had that dream a number of times lately, and I always wake up at the same time and I never find out if my son is safe or what. 

I drove to the school with plans of picking him up early today.  When I got there, the kids were outside playing on the playground and running.  I could hear them laughing and squealing.  I just sat in my van and decided to wait til school let out and let him finish his day.  

The atmosphere at the school as the parents picked up their kids was definitely different today.  As many people as there was, it was pretty quiet.  Connor ran to me and hugged me as he always does.  So happy and excited and I am hugging him so tight, he told me to let go cause I was hurting his face.  Corbin was a bit of a pill so trying to hug my Connor and holding Corbin like a football was not an easy task!  

We went to Sonic for ice cream... well, had intentions for ice cream cone and he talked me into getting him a  corn dog and a medium root beer float.  I let them play on the playground equipment longer than I normally would.  Connor came over and asked me why I seemed so sad.  I just told him I wasn't sad, just blessed and thankful for him and his little brother.  He just said "Well, why cry about that?!  You should be happy instead!"  Yes, he's right.  And yes, I am happy about that, but I can't help but think how fast things happen in life and how those families never thought that they would never see their children's faces again.  

I am sad and angry at the same time. I think of how we parents do everything in our power to keep our children safe and sound.  We take them to school, believing they are safe from harm.  Now we worry about some crazy madman walking in and taking their lives.  As parents, we promise our children that we won't let anything happen to them.  I am angry that we can't promise our children that we will always be there to protect them.  Sure, we tell them that for their piece of mind... but these days?!  Psychotic, sick minded people are going on killing sprees in malls, movie theaters, schools, and even our own homes!  No one is safe anywhere.  I know the world has always had evil-doers and it always will, but today was just too much.  I am so tired of it all.  

People have been preaching about "gun control" and all day today.  I am sick of hearing it.  This is not about "gun control".  This is not about politics.  This is a time that people need to turn to their faith in God, more than ever.  We should always keep our faith in Him.  No matter if we are going through a terrible time or a triumphant time.  I read a post that some asshole wrote on a facebook status today.  They said "So, where is your God when this happens? If he's so wonderful, why does he let this happen??"  ARE YOU F'CKING SERIOUS ASSHOLE?!!?!?  You gonna blame God for the sick-headed psycho for killing 20 children, his own mother (another family member also?), and others?  

I know there are people who do not have the same Christianity faith as me and that's fine.  But look around!  He's given us so much to see that He is real! There are little miracles everyday that you may or may not notice. BUT, He has a way of giving us signs to let us know He is good.  I think of those babies up their with Him tonight...

Anyways, I need to go to sleep... i have had lapses as I wrote this.  

Good night everyone.  I will try to be better about blogging.  But right now, my main concern is not blogging but being with my babies... well, after some sleep.  I am hoping to get shut-eye without that damn vivid nightmare tonight.  I am going to try my best to dream about my boys being loved and playful.  Please pray I do cause I am not sure I can withstand that same nightmare AGAIN.  


Love yalls and God bless!!!!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Bright Side: PAUL RYAN 2016

Paul Ryan 2016: The GOP Frontrunner!

Sooooo... it was not easy to wake up this morning and see our country is in for 4 more years of Obama.  Overnight the American dollar has dropped AGAIN and the stocks have fallen drastically. That sure didn't take long now, did it?  I am angry and emotional about this.  I can say this much, those who voted for him and praises him will be going to hell in a handbasket with all of us.  No Republican, Demorcrat, Independent is safe because it's not just Republicans who are getting the kick in the nuts, it's every single American.  BUT I am going to look to the future (if there is one) and am already endorsing Paul Ryan for 2016, Republicans have control of the House, and Nancy Pelosi and Todd Akin are cleaning out their offices and about to join many in the unemployment lines.  ;)  

Today I had a doctor appointment to find out the results of my lab work.  Come to find out, I am healthy other than being fat and have serious depression/anxiety.  I was hoping the doc would tell me I have an 85lb benign tumor that needs to be removed as soon as possible.  My blood pressure, cholesterol, red and white blood cell counts, blood sugars, etc are absolutely perfect.  Hard to believe that as fat as I am, that I am actually healthy as a horse while being the size of a horse.  She asked me how I was doing and WHY? WHY is it everytime a doctor asks me how I am doing I break down in tears and cry about anything and everything?  The good thing is that I am not homicidal (yet) or suicidal (not my thing).  My doctor is a pretty, perky, nice, and skinny lil thing that I want to hate but can't.  Her prescription for me is to absolutely and postively give myself 30 minutes to an hour of me-time everyday no matter what, make some local friends and get into some groups to meet other stay-at-home moms, and to go and exercise so I can get my "happy endorphins" up and going.  I know she's right but I still wanted to hit her.  LOL   I never knew how hard being a stay-at-home mom can be.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE MY KIDS!  I love being able to stay home and be there for them when they need me, but it really is hard to be an attentive wife and take care of 2 very loveable spidermonkeys.  Plus we have moved to a new area.  I have met some really nice girls in the neighborhood but everyone has their own things going on.  My hubby is not military but we have moved around as much as a military family does.  I am so thankful for him though.  He is a hard worker and is an excels in his job.  He moves where he can flourish in his career.  I will always stand beside him no matter what he has to do to move up in his career.  Moving is hard when you make friends who become your family away from your family.  I have such special friends all over the country.  Many who have become extensions to my heart and soul as my real family.  The last few months have been hard.  Moving to a new area and making new friends can be so hard.  I am a people-person.  I need people.  I need friends like a man needs sex!  LOL  It's essential to my well-being apparently.  

So today I took my Corbin to the park so we could go for a walk and get my "happy endorphins".  Let me just say, I did not get "happy" endorphins.  My lil spidermonkey did not want to walk and I had to carry him for 2 blocks and when I got him in the van, he ran to the back of the van and everytime I tried to reach him, he would run to the other side of the van and the whole time he has this little laugh that sounds like "hahahahahaha... try and get me if you can!"  Then when I went around the back of the van to get him, he ran out and I had to chase him around the parking lot.  I just sat down in the middle of the parking lot and was about to just lose it when Corbin comes to me.  He says "I sowwy.  I get in, momma.  See me?  I'm in.  We go bye-bye."  Bless his heart, I think he knew his momma was gonna go bat-shit crazy at the very moment he knew he better get his lil butt in that van.  SO now we are home.  We are chilling out and watching Bubble Guppies. 

I am feeling better now.  Sometimes I need to vent... Once I vent and get it all out there, I am good.  So, if any of yalls don't like my venting and can't love me unconditionally afterwards then F-You!  I am still a good person despite my opinions (politically or not!).  I am human.  I err.  I judge. I sin.  All things that are not good but it's what makes us human.  I know that most of us will never agree on anything when it comes to politics, religion, child rearing, etc...  it's just how life is.  PLUS if I don't vent, then who knows?...Maybe I will go postal!  

Anyways, I think I am going to lay down, let my Corbin waller and climb all over me, and eat this bag of mini chocolate chips.  

Much love to everyone.  I still love most of you... even if you voted for the communist.  <3

Friday, November 2, 2012

My Son Should Be An Actor!

My Super Mario

Hey yalls!  Hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween!  Ours was okay.  We didn't do as much trick or treating as we would have liked but the kids still have more than enough candy!  Connor dressed up as Super Mario and he played the part very well!  I can rarely get this kid to smile for me in pictures, let alone pose!  He had so much fun being Mario, that I got plenty of candid pics!  Corbin was a lil ninja!  A super cute one at that as you can see!


Getting that picture was no simple task of my youngest spidermonkey!  He moves fast!  He wouldn't wear the mask part, as they usually don't want to at 2 yrs old, so I decided to give him a lil moustache and goatee.  ;)    Cute ain't he?  He had a blast getting candy!  

My hubby got in the spirit of Halloween and dressed as a ninja too!  Here is a pic of him and the boys as we are fixing to head out for candy!  


I also dressed up a lil bit... I usually get into the spirit, but this year I just wore a moustache and a bat headband.  I was nothing inparticular.  Last year I dressed up as Mary Kate Olsen post-anorexia.  It got a lot of good laughs!  LOL  This year I was just a moustache mama.  =)





So I have to share with yalls the scare of my life that my oldest son gave me at the store yesterday.  He has gotten to the age where he refuses to use the ladies bathroom in public places.  He's almost 6 yrs old, so I understand where he is coming from.  Our rule is that the whole time he is in the bathroom, he has to sing so I know he is okay.  I know it sounds crazy to people who are outside or in the bathroom hearing it, but that's our safety thing. We have been working on the stranger danger lately.  If someone tries to take him and he does not know them or if he feels scared by an adult he doesn't know, that he is to yell "YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!  YOU ARE NOT MY DAD!  HELP!"  So I was probably 10 ft from the bathrooms.  I could hear him singing and I was looking at milk and eggs, and I hear "YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!  YOU ARE NOT MY DAD!  HELP!"  I got a knot in my stomach and pushed that cart as fast and hard as I could into that bathroom with my fists in the air!  I fearfully go "CONNOR!?!?!" and he says "Hey mom!  I am practicing for strangers while pooping!"  Oh. My. God.  He sounded so real and scared!  My heart was pounding and there was a woman who came running up behind me.  She asked if everything was okay and I told her it was, that he was practicing his stranger danger but scared the hell out of me in the process! She had heard him yell too and saw me run and she came too!  It was a damn good thing there was no man in that bathroom stall, innocent or not, because me and that woman were in Momma Bears Gonna Kick Some Ass mode.  It took 5 minutes for me to settle down... actually longer than that but my hands were shaking soooooooooooooooo bad!  So we had to have a talk about when to practice stranger danger, and practicing in the public bathroom is not a good place.  It's hilarious NOW, but wow, I was scared and pissed and raged and frightened... BUT I am so happy that the stranger danger has finally kicked in with him!  If someone we did not know would jokingly say to him "You want to come home with me?" and he would say "Do you have chocolate cake and soda?" or "What's your house like?".  Talk about scared momma here!  Any weirdo could have tempted my kid with soda and cake!  Geesh!  But we are beyond that now and he knows better than that now.  

Well, it's November yalls!   4 More days to vote!  I hope everyone has done their American duty.... well, the ones who are registered and here in the U.S. LEGALLY that is!  

I have to go.  Corbin has had God only knows how much candy this afternoon (i found his sucker stash in the toybox a bit ago).  There were several half sucked suckers and empty and chewed up sucker sticks laying around the bedroom!

Who knows what kind of stories I will have to share with yalls after this afternoon!!!!!!!  


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

We Survived the 7-yr Itch!

Charles and Me!  Wow, we are so young here!

Hi yalls!  Hope everyone is doing well!  I have been a bad, bad blogger these days!  What can I say, I been lazy... I ain't gonna lie about it.  This month, my hubby and I celebrated our 8 year wedding anniversary and 13 years together!  Thank you... Thank you!  I have to say, it hasn't been bad at all. We have never had any bad fights.  We had a "break" our first year together but that break definitely did not last long.  We have had the money arguments (mostly me... i was a credit debt queen and still spend too much money! =-P) and the nit-picking arguments of course, but other than that, nothin but love here!  

When we first met, it was winter 1998.  My dad, sis, and I came to NC to visit some family.  Charles was best friends with my cuz, Braden.  First time I saw him, yeah... he was (still is!) hot!  So shy too!  Braden and him were going to the movies and were trying to get me to go with them.  I didn't go even though I really wanted to.  LOL   But that was as far as anything went for about 6 months and then one day I was on ICQ (remember ICQ yalls?!) talking to my cousin and Charles was there.  We were all talking and then Charles went home and got on his ICQ.  Very soon the ICQ conversation became me and Charles and I don't even know when Braden stopped talking.  Charles was fun to talk to.  We talked online a lot and soon started talking on the phone.  Let me tell ya, too bad there was no such thing as "unlimited talk and text" 13 years ago.  There was no cable phone lines where you could call anywhere and not get long-distance charges.  Nope, AT&T charged like .15/min back then I think?  Charles and I had many phone calls that lasted for HOURS!  My dad was NOT happy... his parents were not happy either!  I was having fun talking to him though.  I was going through a lot before I met him.  I was partying too much, hated my job, and men were players and ho-bags.  I didn't think there was such a thing as a man out there who wasn't a man-ho.  I figured Charles was playing me... sending me the most romantic letters, flowers, and calling just because he wanted to hear my voice... Now if I am gonna get played, that how to get played!  Let me tell ya what, those guys back in Monett needed to get their heads outta their butts and learn to treat a girl like this guy!  
I was falling pretty hard for him.  I kept telling myself that I was just setting myself up for serious heartbreak, but he was doing all the things that I was looking for in a guy.  When he was coming to Missouri to visit me, he would send me Roses and Daisies.  Daisies with roses for each week before he was coming.  My former boss at the floral shop and my bestie, Heather, who worked there, always got to make my arrangements.  He would call them personally instead of going through FTD.  He would tell them what to write on the card.  
He asked me "What are you going to do to me when you see me get off the plane?" and I told him I was going to run and kiss him!  LOL  The day came, and I brought Braden and my bestie Sabrina (BEANS!) to meet him.  Because I am such a chesty gal, I wore some lil white shirt that had written on it "GENEVA GIANTS".  When he got off the plane I froze.  I was like "No way... this guy is too hot for me."  LOL   
Anyways, we had a fun week together.  We couldn't do much because I still had to work.  I had gone to visit him 2 months later and fell in love with North Carolina.  We had talked about him either moving to Missouri or me moving to North Carolina.  Well, I think we know how this turned out!  LOL  
Right after he proposed at Atlantic Beach, NC

 Pregnant with Connor!
 Charles and I at the Rain Forest Cafe
 It took me 5 yrs but I finally got that 2 yr degree! Connor was a bean in my belly here!
 My favorite wedding photo.
 Drunk Cheesin...
 we were too cute!


Charles proposed to me February 23rd 2004 at the beach.  It was so sweet, but not what he had planned. I didn't want to go to the beach the night before which is when he wanted to do it. We went the next morning and decided to have a "contest" to see who can find better shells. We met up at and he was already on his knees with shells laid out.  We compared and I was definitely winning in the shell department. And next thing, the sun hit something in his hand just right and seriously blinded me!  Needless to say, I said yes... or I wouldn't be typing this now, would I?  We got married in Las Vegas, October 23, 2004.  It was a great wedding... a lot of family made it to the wedding.  I think mostly because the wedding was in VEGAS!  LOL
I will tell ya though... our poor honeymoon. LOL  I was one sick girl!  The day of our wedding I was feeling kinda blah.  My throat was feeling sore and I was so tired.  I was thinking I was just tired from not sleeping well the night before.  As I was getting dressed, I realized my fingers were MAJORLY swollen!  My engagement ring barely went over my first knuckle!  My dad's girlfriend at the time was there and she was massaging my shoulders and she was like "there are a lot of toxic pockets in your system."  I think she popped those toxic pockets because not long after that massage, I felt so shaky and weak.  At the time I thought it was just wedding jitters.  But I wasn't really jittery about the wedding.  I couldn't wait to marry Charles!  In our wedding video you can see my hands shaking soooooooo bad!  My candle was shaking so much, I am glad I didn't torch the chapel!  Right after the wedding, even though, I was absolutely thrilled to be married, I was starting to feel sicker.  My throat was hurting really bad and coughing really hard.  We had gone to see a Circque Du Soleil show right after the reception.  I coughed through the entire show!  We tried to walk the strip, but I had no breath in me.  I was struggling to breathe!  The next morning, I was feeling TERRIBLE!  When I saw my face in the mirror, OMG!  My face was sooooooo swollen.  I was swollen and so sick.  I had to go to the emergency room.  They did x-rays and came to find out I had gotten pneumonia!  The doc got on to me for smoking, and I told him I didn't smoke.  My lungs were invisible in the xrays.  Those smoke-filled casinos were too much for me. So I spent most of my honeymoon sick and wheezing.  LOL  I think we deserve a honeymoon re-do!!!!!  


Now, here we are.  Still happily married with two very handsome, smart, and loving boys.  We still tell each other "I love you" every day.  He still calls me from work just to hear my voice and to tell me he loves me.    Yeah, we probably make other people wanna puke because we still hold hands, he still opens doors for me, and still show PDA.  ;)   Maybe not as much PDA as we used to... but that's okay.  He's still my man and I love him to bits.  He loves me even though I have gained more weight than I care for... he still loves me even if I am still in the jammies I had on when he left for work... even though I might wear makeup once a month and do my hair about once a month.  He's impressed if I actually have a ponytail that's not lumpy and halfway pulled through.  

Now I need to go and pick up his suitcase that's been laying in the dining room floor for over a week and wash those same clothes that I have told him to pick up and put in the laundry room for me.  AND I need to go on a hunt in his man cave to find dishes.  AND I need to pick up the trash that he lays on the floor next to bed because we all know that walking 2 foot to the trashbin is too much exertion for any man.  =-P

Laters yalls!

What's the Dish?


what's the dish???

Hiya pals!  So, I am starting somethin' new.  I love to cook and people are always asking me for recipes.  I know there are like a billion recipe blogs out there.  I am not goin completely foodie on here yalls.  Once a week, I plan on sharing a meal.  

First, when I go to the grocery store, I am always looking for deals most especially on beef and chicken.  There are like a zillion things you can make.  You can never have too much beer or chicken... oh, and beef.  That was a clever typo.  You really can't have too much beer OR wine... or Captain... or Smirnoff.  BUT anyways, whenever I go to the store, I typically buy the family packs of chicken and beef and I try to go early in the mornings or even later evenings to the store because that's when I find the best markdowns on meat.  
When I get home, I will cook the hamburger ahead of time.  Usually when I use ground beef, I always need it crumbled up, so I go ahead and crumble it up and season it with salt and pepper.  ! Ppsst... I also dice up onion and add it to the beef when I cook it ;)  !   After it's cooked and drained, fill up a sandwich baggie of the crumbled meat.  I have found that one full sandwich baggie full of meat is equivalent to 1lb.  If you are one of those who makes a lot of Hamburger Helper, which always requires 1lb of beef... well, here ya go!  I then freeze them.  

With chicken, i have about the same process.  I will cut it in cubes and season with salt and pepper and put in plastic baggies.  I also bag 2 chicken breasts together, uncooked.  Another thing I do with chicken is bake it, put it in my kitchen aid mixer and shred it.  I fill up a baggie and whenever I want to use shredded chicken I have some already cooked and shredded!  I typically spend my Sundays preparing for meals through the week.  

Thank you to Pinterest, I have also started buying Mason jars.  If you buy a lot of fresh produce and hate to go to your fridge 3-5 days later and find your produce is already growing hair (or leaking... GAG!)... I have found that putting produce in a Mason jar will make your veggies go further.  So I cut up some of my veggies and put them in mason jars.  It works EXCELLENT for onions!  The smell from the onions do not escape and make your whole fridge smell oniony.  You don't have to use Mason jars either!  I have been saving and reusing pickle, salsa, spaghetti sauce jars and they work too!  

Fall time means crockpot time.  I use the hell outta my crockpot in the fall and winter.  Also, thanks to my Pinterest addiction, I have found MANY recipes on there to keep some variety in our meals.  I have particularly found myself freezing ingredients together in a freezer bag, then all I have to do is cut the baggie off and put the meal in the crockpot and WHA-LAH!  8hrs later, my house smells like I have slaved in the kitchen all day long when I have really been playing hot wheels and snuggling with my youngest spidermonkey!  

As a matter of fact, today my crockpot is cookin up the Teriyaki Chicken that I made ahead of time and froze last week.  It really smells so good in my house right now!  Plus it helps that I finally took out the trash which totally reeked of poo-poo diapers!

Please ignore my messy stove!  I had just made a frozen pizza and the crumbs were everyhere!

So, here is what you need for Teriyaki Chicken.  It makes 2 bags worth

2 sm bags baby carrots (seperate... one bag per meal)
1 lg red onion, chopped in large chunks (or if you like onions, get 2 and use one onion for each bag)
2 20oz cans pineapple w/juice (one can with juice per bag)
2 -4 chopped garlic cloves per bag ( i added 3 to each bag)
Celery (it's not shown in the picture because I forgot to take it out)  I used chopped 6 stalks and divided them.
2-3 chicken breasts per bag
1/2 c. Teriyaki sauce per bag (you will want to add 1/4c more of teriyaki sauce the day you put it in the crockpot).

Cook on high for 4 hrs or low for 8 hrs.  

I have read that you can add for extra flavoring brown sugar, garlic sauce, and soy sauce.  

Don't forget to make some rice!