Saturday, May 14, 2011

Annnd we're back!

If you follow my little one's blog, you already know I've been in the hospital 20 freaking days. It's a bit crazy, but we're surviving. 

Thankfully I found and bought the new Charlaine Harris book for my new tablet, (thank you mom!) bought almost 10 weeks ago when I started my adventures in bedrest... Bedrest by the way is boo-hockey, it's by far the one of the biggest challenges I've ever had in pregnancy, especially to the level I've had this time around. I of course will do anything to keep my little one safe. Just two more days and I've met my goal of making it to 32 weeks.

Emma is here with us for the night and she will be enjoying an ice cream cone in moments after our yummy KFC dinner (thanks again mom, I am so sick of hospital food and Mc Donald's)

Anyhow. It has been a while, I thought a quick update might be cool. <3

Much loves!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

What I deserve

I am me
that's all I can be
if in 'us' you cannot see
you, your heart, in love with me
then walk away and leave me be

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Sixpence None the Richer!

I can't believe I forgot about these guys! I was sitting here this morning and "Kiss me" popped into my head. Must share. <3 Music <3

Sorry the second video isn't an original, but I couldn't find an original to embed. Oh well, still love it!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Emma's surgery journey

I am immensely impressed with Emma and how well she did with the entire process. She is still recovering but doing so as well as any adult might, if not better. I just cannot put into words how wonderful she has done, so, here are some pictures. :)

I can't tell you how blessed we feel, for Emma and as her parents.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Mean Moms

I got this from a friend who had posted it on facebook. I am not sure where it originated, but it suits how I feel right now. On Friday, in court, I asked the judge to give the maximum sentence for what he had done. I did so out of love. He hates me now, but I love him just the same. Anyhow, here is the poem...

Mean Moms - Author Unknown

I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. 

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. 

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. 

Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the  penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm  glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.

And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? 

I know mine was. 

We had the meanest mother in the whole world! 

While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. 

When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. 

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was  different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were  doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.  We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. 

I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. 

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough! 

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16. 

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever  been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. 

It was all her fault. Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults.We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today. 

It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Common sense.

You're trying to hurt me, but you're not. You're hurting everyone else. Even the innocent.

Rather than turning your tendencies towards me and accusing me of the very things you proved beyond a doubt you do, you should look inside.

Your "family" is different from any I have ever seen before. I have never seen a family so inside itself, so judgmental of those outside it, all of those outside it. I don't know if you view this is a strength, but it isn't. Sometimes, it's worth it to let someone in. The money they make or their past life experiences shouldn't matter one bit. What should matter is that they care and that they do and want to do what is right in life. Although, I guess that would be hard to recognize when those goals aren't your own.

I am sincerely sad for the Anderson "family" especially Andy, because I can see deep down, he would rather do the right thing than the malicious stinging things you all seem to choose to do.

I still have refrained from personal attack. I haven't taken the verbal diarrhea you've had and flung it back on you. Do you know why? Because I don't believe it's right.

My post, my only posts about any of this between your family and Stephen was made here. You turned it into war because you were mentioned. The one post, then became posts. Those posts were made here after he came to me with the issue. Had he not, I would likely still not know. I came here protective of him, Stephen, your brother, your son, your blood. Not against me, but from his own family. In turn you spit your venom at me and I was okay with that. But you can't just keep it on me, you have to hurt as many people as you can.

Stalk away, I clearly cannot stop you and I must be absolutely fascinating since you seem to seek me out all over the internet. But back off of those I care about. Leave the innocent children out of it. Leave the by-standers alone. If you have a problem and it lies with me, then so be it. But deal with me. If you have problems with others, I don't need to hear them, so stop directing them towards me.

The plain and simple truth of the matter is I can't change you. I can't change any of you. You have a niece and a granddaughter in MN who still loves you all dearly and cannot fathom why you want nothing to do with her. Yet you pushed her aside as if she were no more than a dust bunny to be swept off. It's really, very sad. But apparently you don't see it or care.

I am done with all of this. I am done defending other people to you. If you have a qualm with me, then by all means, bring it to me and let us deal with it. Otherwise, keep it to yourself. Wishing others to burn in hell, will only bring you hell itself, no matter what your belief. Since you claim to be Christian, judge not, lest the be judged yourself.  That might be something to try to practice before it's too late. Life is precious and can be gone in a flash. Don't waste it with hate.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

For crying out loud.

Megan... If reading and comprehension are my issues, yours must surely be counting and writing. Yikes.


On Thursday 3rd February 2011,  said:
I don't TWEET about my father having a fucking STROKE and I'M the bitch? Are you god damn serious?! There! I fucking TWEETED deeply personal business! I must REALLY care about him! All 3 of you can burn in hell. GET YOUR OWN DAMN LIVES and STAY OUT OF MINE. And Michele, I realize that having 5 kids by 5 different men raised by everyone but you leaves you with a lot of time on your hands, but find a new fucking hobby. JIM, Michele has tried to pass off your baby as Stephen's. And Stephen, Michele says you physically abuse her while she's pregnant and she has been advised to tell the police, but she won't because you won't let her. There! Now it's all on twitter because I fucking care!    
 If I'm not mistaken, which I am most definitely not, you directed messaged this to 4 people... yet your comment says that 3 people can burn in hell.

On Thursday 3rd February 2011,  said:
FYI: Because reading AND comprehending is apparently too much to ask, I'd like to clarify that the people who can go to hell were the ones I actually named and tagged in my last tweet. And last I checked, none of those people are 6 years old.

And Jim, this pic is just for you.

To avoid any further confusion: That's your baby momma trying to contact her EX mother-in-law through her ex mother-in-law's personal blog to tell her that the baby she is carrying is her grandchild. Whether it is or not doesn't actually matter. Just thought the various baby daddies would like to know!

I tweet, therefore I fucking care.


Yep, you said it was directed at the ones you named... however again you directed it to 4 people... not the 3 you mention previously.


On Friday 4th February 2011,  said:
Did I forget to mention Michele had to create a new blogger account just to post that? That's because we blocked her the last time she tried to harass us through our personal blogs. But we're stalking her, right?

I tweet because I care, people!


You need to seriously check your facts on this one. I commented (And I do not deny the comment for even a moment.) from my own blogger account. The very same that I am using now. Click the link from the blog and by all means, view my profile. It's one and the same. ;)

The funny thing about all of this is, despite your claims and slander, I have yet to get anywhere as vulgar and spiteful as you. I haven't made any accusations about you or your parenting ability. I haven't brought your children into this period. I simply pointed out that while the claim was that you were SO busy with the retreat that you couldn't see your father... you were really just sitting on your butt watching TV and tweeting about it. Especially since this claim was made to make Stephen feel guilty about not being there. It wasn't even directed at you, it was pointing out something that was wrong with claims your mother was making.

I still with your father all the best and I just miss you to pieces you sweet thing. Kisses!