My favorite words

In all honesty I really dont know what kind of story Im supposed to be writing so this story will be about my familylike always.With all my might I try to be a good person to them but sometimes I find myself being a dingbat.During the 4 years that I have been married to my husband, I have found that I can be a punk towards him. He always drives me up a wall by constantly acting like he doesnt hear what Im saying and now he has my son in the same habit, always asking" what?", "huh?".
I love the way my family acts, my son is now so grown up being three years old, he is always running around say off-the-wall stuff that makes me laugh. The other day we were watching a movie and he heard the actor say something and in no time he was running around yelling "I cut you punk!" I know that will come back to haunt me when he starts kindergarten but as of right now I laughed my ass off.
My youngest son is the bully and tries his hardest to annoy his brother and my husband and I. He will constantly jump on his brother and wrestle him to the ground and now with him adding in the word " punk" to everytime he jumps him, I cant help but laugh because C.J. was the one that taught him that word. My husband also doesnt help with trying to get them to stop saying that so when we get calls from the school I m going to direct the phone call to my husband.
My daughter isnt old enough to do any of this yet so I consider her my golden child at the moment but Im sure that statement will catch up to me when she is old enough, I mean she has two older brothers so I guess it is inevitable.
Anyways, back to my favorite words. I like the word during because I cant pronounce it. When I was in high school, my best friend was just sitting there and like a light bulb clicked on in her head she yells out" doing!" apparently I had been pronouncing this word wrong all my life and someone had just now noticed it, I guess it is too late to change that now and now everytime I say that word I have her yelling out "DOING!" Fun fun times...

Favorite Words 2/25/11

with
dingbat
what
during
punk

With: I like this word because it means that something is never alone: I am with my family, My kids are with my husband

Dingbat: the ditziness of my children and I. and of course my husband

What: also known as "Huh?", the most common thing I hear from my oldest son.

During: I like this word because I cant pronounce it right, when I was in junior high my best friend pointed out that I pronounce this word as "doing"...

Punk: the one word my husband taught our oldest son that Im afraid will get us in trouble, because he puts in the sentence, " I cut you punk!"

Jessica
CAKE: her favorite food, sweet and creamy
Pudgy: chunky little kids
Cookies: chocolate chip is the only kind
Weird: should be her middle name
Great: lie that comes out of everyones mouth when you ask them how you are

Aaron
Hippo: just a funny word
Turkey: time for his favorite hunting season
Football: the only manly sport
Swamp: just sounds eerie
Wilderness: alone time

Group
Dingleberry: im not explaining it to you
Spelling: better at spelling
Freedom: thank ful for the freedom we have
School: completely lost

Life 02/21/11

What can I say, Life just seems to be naturally hectic with me. Im currently trying to print out my anatomy homework for this week all the while typing this here blog. I decided that using my husbands cousins computer to do all this would be better then going to the computer lab at the school, but watching the flimsy desk shift and sway back and forth due to the weird motion the printer is making is, by no means is not entertaining, is a little troublesome. I have spent this whole holiday weekend trying to make up for what I lagged behind in for not only school but for home as well. I finally got the chance to go to lunch with my dad and talk about things that concern my brother and sister. I was able to give my children some way overdue attention. I just cant seem to quit picking little arguements with my husband. I guess the stress has finally settled in, or the bi-polar side of me is coming out, and he is the only adult around that I can gripe and complain to and about. Does that make me a shitty person? I hope not, I have been busting my hump trying to get everything back on track with our marriage since we reconciled 8 months ago. I would never want to go back to that point in my life, the whole year my husband and I were split was pure hell for me for some reason. We split up because I felt that he was taking me for granted but what the hard part now is is the fact that he doesnt seem to have changed his behavior at all. I want to show him that I care, for example, he came to me last night and told me that he was urinating blood, I thought I was showing him that I cared for him by saying that we should go to the emergency room right away, but he seemed to be more annoyed by my presence then anything else. Is it possible tojuggle school, three kids, and a whole hell ton of shit at home and still try to put your heart and soul into making a marriage work? I hope so because I will die trying. Forever opitmistic.....

Family Feuds 02-20-11

The other night I was sitting over at my sisters house drinking a little bit and having a good time when out of no where her boyfriend just flips out. He starts yelling that me and my husband, along with my mother and my brother have been talking crap on him and my sister to my sisters ex-husband. Not only is this not true but they believed every word that her ex- husband had to say. We sat there for a good three hours, all of us just yelling at each other, drudging stuff up from the past that should have been old news to everybody. At the end of this argument I thought everything was good but all of knows how the other people are and it wont be long before it happens again. I seem to attract the craziness because on my husbands side of the family, is another feud going on but this time with one of his cousins girlfriends. Now it is a well known fact that this girl cant seem to keep her legs closed for anybody and his cousin doesnt really seem to care because he is still with her after this has happened for three or so years straight. I had to laugh my ass off when this girl starts calling my husbands family a bunch of " drama addicted people" because quite frankly I agree. About two years ago me and this same girl were sitting in my living room have a discussion about the little things that piss us off and my husbands family had their little parts in these little things. The only thing was, is that the conversation that I thought was private was told to his whole family, and wouldn't you know, the skanky girl had left everything she had said out of the loop, making me appear to be the horrible bi-otch . His family shunned me and made me feel like a piece of crap until finally one of them asked for the damn truth and now with everything happening this week they can see what kind of liar and manipulator this girl is! I still haven't got an apology for what they did to me and when I brought this same fact up last night, my husband once again took their side over mine. I understand family loyalty but I thought I was his family. What I'm trying to get across is the fact that some family feuds can be worked out, given time, but others are pointless to try and even bring up when you don't have back up. I'm just venting.. Maybe this blog/ journal thing won't be so bad after all...

My Credo

I believe that family is the most important thing to have. If you have friends, you have a family. The support that you can give and receive from a family is amazing. To be able to give life to another human being is the most wonderful thing a mother can do. To be able to guide a young child into the world of adulthood give you this sense of accomplishment that you could never get from doing anything else- you have created that little boy or little girl and you have the chance to make them something wonderful. If you do this with all the love, devotion, and support that a family should have then I believe that this little person will grow up to do wonderful things in their lives, just like our parents always wanted for us.( make you wish you had listened a little bit more growing up doesnt it). Having a family around, or in some peoples case a group of close friends, can make all the difference in the world to a person. I believe that if you have the support of your family then you can accomplish anything in life. I want to watch my children grow into the best adults that they have the chance to be, thats why I will always provide a stable enviorment, love, devotion and of course, support. Just like my parents and family did for me. Thats is basically why i believe that family is one of my greatest values.

The discussion board

When I went through and answered the questions that everyone asked I was surprised by some of the questions and also some of the answers. One of the questions asked " I you could meet a famous person, who would it be and why?" I completed expected people to say the president for some reason, I was very surprised when a few of the answers were Justin Bieber. I honestly had never even thought about meeting him but I guess that would be pretty cool, I mean the kids is only, what, 16 and already has millions apon millions of dollars and has amazing talent. I also was a little thrown off from being asked what kind of cow i would be- I just said milk cow because after having three children you already in a way feel like a milk cow..hehehe. In my opinion everybody had good questions. Going by what they asked you could really learn something new about a person that you had made assumptions about and be completely wrong. When asked what Jesus was to me I was a little taken back by it, what if someone was atheist and didnt feel comfortable at all answering that question? Do they still get the points for answering it even though they didnt? I answered it the way i feel and to me that is my own personal choice to talk about religion, I was raised as to not ask people such things as that. Truth is, is that I believe in god and jesus and I believe what the bible has to say but I do not enjoy talking about my personal beliefs and religion with people I dont really know, thats why i dont go to church. I prefer to keep that side of me between me and my family. I enjoyed reading what my fellow classmates like and it was very informative about their own different personalities. I think knowing these things about these people make me feel a little more relaxed about writing for an audience. You can take from the discussion board, that alot of the people in class are very laid back and not very judgmental. I think I would feel alot more comfortable sharing aloud with my peers now knowing a little more about them.

My First Vacation Across the Border

Two  years ago my husband and I went to California to see his cousin graduate from marine academy. We had a great time, we went everywhere. We had just had our son five months before and since we didn’t trust to leave him at home with anybody he got to go with us. His name is Cj and he is now 3 years old- someday we will tell him this story.  Anyways, we ended up spending the day with my husbands cousin Shawna and her husband David, they decided that they wanted to go to Tijuana to get some tiquila with the the worm in the bottle. I thought it would be fun to cross the border and my husband didn’t object. So off we go, we rode the trolley down to the border stop. I started realizing that I hadnt brought any birth certificates or passports with me. My husband, not wanting to go back to the hotel and miss the opportunity to go to Mexico, finds the closest border patrol agent and asked if we could get back through to the U.S. if we just had social security cards. Lesson number one, don’t ever ask anything important to a border patrol agent who is on break.  The Border patrol agent  said, “ Yeah, that’s no problem.” And walked away.  My husband tends to revert to a two year old when excited so I had to deal with him hopping and jumping, all excitably, across the border (oh yes, good times).  We walked around Tijuana for about 4 hours, going through all the shops and buying random stuff. You have to love it when the only english speaking person down there is running a hole in the wall jewelry shop and is over pricing everything. The shop owner was dressed in a really nice suit and had a Bluetooth set in his ear, completely random thought but was funny at the time. My husband ended up buying me a really nice bracelet that was about two times over priced but none- the- less pretty.After we had our little adventure with shopping we decided that it was time to head back( Shawna and David never did find their tequila with the worm inside). We walked up to where people were crossing back into the U.S. and stood in a line that was atleast a mile long and inching forward. That was the longest wait, especially when you have a screaming baby with you. 

Finally we made it into the area where people were showing their id's and having their belongings looked through and for some reason I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Lesson number two, always trust your gut instinct the first time around. We made our way up the border patrol agent and handed him our social security cards. First thing out of his mouth was “ Are you stupid, don’t you watch television and know that you need a birth certificate to get through?”  We stood their trying to tell him that a border patrol agent had said that it would be okay if we just had ours cards so we didn’t think we would have a problem. The agent just kept calling us stupid and saying that we couldn’t go back in the united states without proper identification. We told him that their was no way we could get it since we lived in Missouri and was just visiting. This is where it got really interesting, He starts to say that we bought our son from a family in Mexico, yes, our pure- as-the-driven-snow son! That’s where I decided to say” Hey I will show you the stretch marks if you don’t want to believe that he’s mine!” My husband’s cousin was right behind us and just started laughing, which of course, irritated the agent even more so he starts yelling at us saying that he wouldn’t expect to be let into our country without proper identification ( I guess he realized how stupid he looked when he made that comment about our son so he just dropped that subject).  After 45 minutes of being yelled at and having my husband almost get arrested for yelling at the border patrol, the dumby agent finally realizes that it was a lost cause seeing how we all looked American and obliviously was tourists. I will never forget that day- especially the part about supposedly buying our baby across borders.