Parenting

Being a parent is one of the hardest tasks in the world. There is no instruction manual. Everything is trial and error and common sense. Most parents strive to be the best parent they possibly can and sometimes that is hard.
It gets even harder when you divorce and again when one or both parents  get remarried. That's the spot I am in now.
I have tried, and succeeded, in not bashing my ex husband of 11 years in front of my children. I have expressed certain issues and thoughts with my kids as to things that happen(ed) with their father and yes, maybe I shouldn't have at times. I can't take that back. But one things my children have never heard me do is degrade him and call him everything but a fucking human. We are a product of our own raising and I personally want my kids to be more than their parents were. Make sense? It does to me. Maybe that's all that matters.
When you are a parent you should do whatever it takes to make sure your child (ren) are safe and you don't do things that could potentially put them in harms way. Not when it is something that you have total control over.
What I am talking about, (and yes, this may piss some people off) is YOU DON'T FUCKING DRINK AND DRIVE WITH YOU KID IN THE VEHICLE! Yes, I drink on occasion. Not daily. Hell, not even weekly. Yes, I have drank, and gotten drunk, around my kids....knowing that we were all going to be safe and sound because either we were staying at that one place, or someone else that didn't have even 1 drink, was driving.
I am aware that many people, and some of my very best friends, will go to dinner with their families and have 1 or 2 drinks and then load their families up and drive home. I don't judge them, don't fault them in any way. I don't do this. Ever. I will not and have not taken even a sip of fucking alcohol and then drove my kids. It's a rule that I have. It's a rule that their father was in agreement with....until he married this dumb bitch that he married to now.
There have been many broken promises to my kids from their father aka SUPER DAD, that he won't drink and drive them anymore. My kids has issues with this as well.
With all of that being said. Here is what triggered this rant...Keigan went to stay the weekend at her dad's house. I had to make her go spend time with him because she hates going over there because of his wife. His wife who has admitted to hating Keigan....who is 11! This bitch is almost 50 and says she hates the daughter of a man that she is now married to. I have bitten my tongue for the last fucking time.
Anyway, I found out that keigan was at some "party/gathering" and she told me that her dad was drinking and she was scared and didn't want to be there but didn't want to cause problems either. I had her put her dad on the phone and tried talking to him about the situation but that was like trying to drink milk with a fucking fork. He became so hateful and said the most hurtful and hateful things to me while Keigan was standing there. She was hysterical.
I was at a birthday celebration and not in my own car so I called my sister in law, (Scott's brothers wife) and explained to her what was going on and they went and picked up Keigan and took her home with them.
I'm at a loss and not really sure what my options are, but I can assure you that some shit is about to change.

These eyes

These eyes have seen a lot. They have seen the pain of death, not only their loved ones, but for many others as well.
These eyes have seen love and watched fade away. They have seen the joys and heartbreak of being a parent.
With these eyes I have been able to witness many joys, ups, downs abs everything in between. I wish a few people could see themselves through these eyes. Maybe then they would see what I see, and maybe somehow they would know the things I would say, if only I could it into words. These eyes are my favorite part of ME!

Hair style regrets

 

Ugh, only because I can't think of anything else at the moment that is appropriate to post about, I will post about my hair...let me just say that I wish I had not cut it off. I am now doubling up on Biotin to help my hair grow faster so that it will grow back out like I had it. If I ever talk of cutting it off again, someone please knock the shit out of me!!!! 

With that being said, I absolutely love having the black and pink again and I am sure I will keep it like this for a while. 

 

I DID NOT WRITE THIS, BUT...I LOVE IT!

I did not write this and I don't know who did, I just copied it from Facebook. 

1. We’re always messing with you

Don’t take it too seriously. We’re playful, like cats with laser pointers. You’re the cat and we’re the laser pointer. Or something, I don’t know. Just take the joke and throw it back, okay?

2. Mean comments are displays of affection

There’s nothing more intimate or affectionate than me calling you an asshole and kissing you afterwards, trust.

3. We remember everything

That time you tripped outside the movie theatre, that embarrassing picture of you dressed as a LAX bro on Halloween freshman year. We like to keep our joke bank fresssssh, so don’t think that anything goes unnoticed or is off limits.

4. You can make fun of us too

We can honestly take a joke, even about our appearance. It’s fun when you bite back.

5. We come off cocky, but it’s a front

We’ll say inflated things about our appearance, like “I’m just so gorgeous” or “damn I look good” when we’re at our worst. We’re not infallible and we don’t spend hours on our faces. We don’t actually think we’re the shit…well, okay, we kind of are, but we will not say it like that.

6. If you don’t know if we’re joking, safe to assume we’re joking

The default mode of your phone is silent, and the default mode of my mouth is sarcastic.

7. We ARE laughing at you. But that’s because we like you

I wouldn’t laugh at you if I didn’t think you could laugh at me too. Your misery might make me smile, but only because I want to be the one to help you up and hug you after you fall down.

8. We have soft, gooey centers under the hard exteriors

We’re like rude Entenmann’s cookies. We’re only this sarcastic because we have mad layers of depth and feelings. For every mean thing we joke about, we have five more nice things to say about you.

9. If I’m ignoring you in a big group, it means I like you, yes you, the one I’m not talking to

Don’t get used to the loads of attention we pay you when we’re alone. We’re not really about PDA or making you feel like royalty when there are a bunch of people around. We’ll never be the ball and chain, and the more we ignore you, the more we can make eyes at you and mouth “I hate you,” which is basically a sign of head-over-heels, stupid crazy affection.

10. I hate you = I love you

Always. Always. Always.

11. Learn to take a little hit

We’ll shove you, playfully slap you for a good joke, and obviously hit you with a verbal shot to your glass jaw. The better you take it, the more we love you.

12. We will say something really mean and immediately wish we didn’t say it

It’s almost like sarcasm is this involuntary reaction and we. can’t. stop. being. sarcastic.

13. We will occasionally say something incredibly sincere, but you won’t notice because you’ll think we’re being sarcastic

..And then we feel pretty foolish for putting ourselves out there.

14. There’s nothing in my eye

I am actually having an emotional reaction to something. I’m not sure what this salty watery substance is coming out of my eyeballs right now but it happens sometimes when I get upset. You don’t need to stare at me like I’m on fire. I have feelings!

15. I actually have a lot of feelings

I’m not an emotionless robot, I’m just a sardonic lady. I like to joke and mess around, but that doesn’t mean I’m a stoic rock.

16. I know it may not seem like it, but I’m not trying to play it cool

We are so sensitive, if that wasn’t obvious by now. Too sensitive. Could be why we are so sarcastic, but whatever, that’s dumb, we cool, we cool.

17. We’re bad with making moves

We truly, honestly do not know how to give you the signal that we like you or that we care about you. We are hoping you will see through our sarcasm and see we’re basically dying for you to notice us.

18. Being sincere doesn’t come easy

So when we get serious, you need to pay attention. (Or like cherish it or whatever).

19. In the truest reality, you’re dating a sensitive, affectionate, loving lady

Sarcastic girls are really the sweetest girls. Just shut up about it, okay?

Keigan finally met JAKE WORTHINGTON

 

It is no secret that Jake Worthington (from Team Blake, on The Voice) is from right here in La Porte where we happen to live and where my kids happen to go to school. While Jake graduated this part year, he has a younger brother that is a freshman along with Dawson. They play football together. 

We have seen Jake many times picking up Reid from football, and Keigan always gets super excited when she sees him, but she is scared to death to try to speak to him. It's so funny to see her get so excited. 

Anyway, this last Thursday was the first game of the season, and Dawson needed me to bring a shirt to him so Keigan and I went early and watched the B team play before the A team. I sent Dawson a text when we got there and made him come down to the gate to get his shirt, and she told Keigan he was sitting with Jake. The look on her face was priceless, and I wish I would have taken a picture, but I didn't. We followed Dawson but we didn't go sit where he was sitting, but close enough that Keigan could keep a close eye on Jake. Lol. 

I sent Dawson a text and told him his sister was freaking out and Dawson kept trying to get her to come up there, but she would not go alone. After about 5 minutes, I finally moved up there where Dawson was, but she was STILL NOT going to speak to Jake. It was probably a good hour later, and only after we were talking to Jake's mom, just as Jake was leaving, he came over to Keigan and sat behind her and asked if she wanted her picture taken with him. She was beyond excited, and scared to death. So, I am sure Jake nor his mom, will EVER see this blog post, but, Thank YOU Wendy Worthington, and Thank YOU Jake for making my daughter so excited!!! She will forever be a huge fan of yours!  

My EVERYTHING

These 2 will NEVER understand what they mean to me until they have babies of their own.

Ouch

 

Ok, I posted this as a draft when it first happened, and now here I am like 3 weeks later, finally going to finish this post. Dawson broke his hand on the last day of the first week of football practice. First day in full pads. First year of high school football....Yeah, he was really thrilled. NOT. 

He had to have surgery to have pins put in on August 22...the same day as their scrimmage game. Another disappointment...

He was however given a full release, and was able to play in the first game of the actual season. Needless to say, he was very excited about that. So far he has had no problems at all, and has had no pain. We go back to the doctor this week so they can look at it, and change the dressing, and maybe we will get to see the pins :-)  as we have not seen anything because we were given orders DO NOT TAKE THE DRESSING OFF!