Link Contest Winner

I recieved several comments from the link contest with links and more emails. Today I am announcing the winner *okay what have you really won but a link from my site* Like I said before, it was mostly for fun so technically everyone wins because I will post them all here with my comments on each. I hope you enjoy!



The winner by brown nosing *lol*
Faker Within

A real deep thinker. I love that my blog Questions and Secrets was mentioned, so of course you win in the suck up category! Just joking, but I do enjoy reading your blog, and can understand why you call yourself faker. It's hard to show all of the real you.

All of the other submissions in no particular order.....

The New Author
A great site for aspiring bestsellers. Very informative, but not in a I'm going to bore you to death kind of way. I love how it uses real life stories to explain concepts and tips. If you are looking for a good foundation for your next great novel, bookmark this site!


Going Wacko
Earl is a good ole American boy at the core. He holds his country close to his heart and with good reason. He is a dedicated father and husband who believes, "In America, we have the power to make our dreams come true." Thank you for your submission Earl, and I hope your son has been able to continue to keep moving forward in a positive direction after losing Logan. God Bless!


The Brain Twinkey
Poking fun at the news and all things in life. This site is just just for fun and will put a smile on your face. Don't forget to check out the Idiot of the week!



Random Road Kill
I'm not sure where to start with this one. It's pretty self explanatory. Ummm at first I was a little grossed out, but after a looking at it for a while, I found the humor in it all.


Shifo 2500
I'm still not completely sure what this blog theme is, but it does have some good posts.


Working From Home
Tips and thoughts from a SAHM.


Thru Lisas Lens
Lisa seems to have gone through hell, her blog was supposed to be her novel, but seems to be more of her frustration outlet. Hang in there Lisa, you will make it.


Billboardom
A funny way to advertise... check it out!

Dancing With Crazy
She has my smart ass attitude, what more can I say?

So there you have it...... the wieners of the link contest! Hope you all enjoyed it.

How To Not Melt Chocolate

Remember a couple posts back I said I would tell you about how I found out chocolate catches on fire?
Okay... so I'm probably the last one on earth to figure this out *blushing*. I guess I need to be fair and post embarrassing things about the stupid mistakes I've made if I'm going to be posting about everyone else I know.
In my defense, I have been learning to cook since my oldest was born and I've not had anyone teaching me, so most of my learning has been through moments like these.

I decided to make some Hershey's Pie for both sides of the family for Christmas dinner. The instructions said to use the double boiler method, but I don't have a double boiler and didn't think about using two different sized pots at that time. So I figured I could just as easily melt chocolate in the microwave.

I get a glass bowl... break up a large Hershey bar in it and stick it in the microwave. I set the timer for one minute. After one minute was up I opened the microwave door and the chocolate didn't look melted so I put it in for another minute. Same thing so I tried 30 seconds this time.

Now the chocolate has been in the microwave cooking for a total of 2 minutes and 30 seconds. I open the microwave door and smoke starts pouring out. The smell was horrid and the chocolate still didn't look melted.

I left the microwave door open turned on some fans and opened the kitchen window. Uhhh did I mention that smell was horrid?!?

Once the smoke cleared I grabbed a towel and pulled the bowl out of the microwave I turned the hot water on in the sink and grabbed a spoon.

I set the bowl down in the sink and slice the chocolate with the spoon. The chocolate was black as night in the middle and looked like tiny black crystals clumped together. I spooned some up and stuck it under the hot water *don't ask me why I did this, I still don't know* The clumped black crystals started sizzling and smoking so I did what any normal person would have done (with raised eyebrows). I put hot water in the bowl full of burnt chocolate.

More smoke and sizzling! Who would have guessed it?!

I call Lee and ask him to pick up more chocolate from the store because I screwed up and tried to burn the kitchen down. He of course laughs at me and says that he will get more. Then he tells me to put down the chocolate and step away until he gets home.

Lee gets home with more chocolate and tells me that you can melt chocolate in the microwave you just have to know how to do it. "Okay so show me how.", I say thinking he has done it before.

Then Lee takes one chocolate bar breaks it up into a bowl and sticks it in the microwave for one minute. ;D We can all see this one coming....

After the one minute is up I tell him, "Trust me the chocolate is melted, even if it doesn't look like it." So what does he do? He puts it in for another minute. I was giggling like a little school girl when he did this because I warned him.

So that minute was up and he pulls out the chocolate. "See" he tells me, "the chocolate looks shiny now and that means it melting."
"Okay, just do me a favor and put the bowl in the sink when you go to mix it up." I was shaking my head the whole time.

Thankfully he did what I asked.

Of course he cut into the chocolate with the spoon and seen those tiny black crystals. So he did exactly what I had done; runs water over all of it and creates more smoke.

While he was trying to clear the room I asked, "So how do you do the double boiler method again?"

In the end the pies turned out wonderful and my husband and I learned how not to melt chocolate.

Disowned

Yup you read right... the topic of today is disowned.
Lets see the definition: dis·owned - To refuse to acknowledge or accept as one's own; repudiate. (Thank you dictionary.com)

Yup that sounds about right!

Lets start back when they first came down because DCS was looking for them if you don't remember its right here:
http://realconfessionsfromarealhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/anns-birthday-present.html

Well the part I didn't tell you was what my husband said. *Frankly I thought he was just being a judgemental dick at the time.*
He told me, "Mark my words, they are just comming down here to get your parents to pay for christmas for her boys then they are gone again."
I stuck up for her and told him, "She wouldn't stoop that low, she wouldn't use everyone like that, I'm sure she really wants to straighten her life out."

Well last night Ann calls me, and says that they are leaving tomorrow around 10am to go back. I started to tear up and told her that I would try to make it there before 10. Then I got off the phone because I didn't want her to know that I was crying.

Then tell Lee everything. I am actually really proud of him; not once did he say, "I told you so." He just let me vent.

So this morning I get up at 7:30am and start getting the diaper bag ready. I wake up my girls and get them something to eat. I broke the news to Angel and told her that they were moving away and all she wanted to know was if she was ever going to see them again. "Of course!" I tell her and she was fine with that. We were finally, fed dressed and ready about 9am and we get in the van.

I pull up to my parents house and notice that my mom's car is the only one there. *Hmmm, maybe her husband hasn't showed up yet* The girls and I get out of the van and into the house then the first thing mom says to me is, "They're gone already." I was livid! *I felt as if my heart had just been ripped out of my chest*
So of course I called her phone...

Ann:"Hello?"
Me (in a really irritated tone):"I'm really upset with you, you said you were leaving at 10, here it is 9 something and you are gone!"
Ann (with this high pitched annoying whine): "Well I'm sorry but Lance (her loser husband) has to be at work tonight."
Me: "I don't give a shit if Lance has to work."
**CLICK**

She hung up on me.

So I called her back and she didn't answer, I decided to let her have it in a voicemail. I told her that it was ridiculous that she left early and didn't give me and my girls a chance to say goodbye. I told her that I had a special gift to give the boys before they left and now I can't. (It was a box with a dozen self addressed and stamped envelopes with paper and pencils so they could write us letters.)I told her that I was real sick and tired of her using those boys and dragging them all over gods green earth just so she could sponge off people.

Just as a quick background; In the past year Ann has asked my dad for more than a total of $3,000.00, and they have lived in 5 different school districts. Lance has convinced his parents to give them twice that amount and now they are going back up there to move into a trailer that his parents financed for them.

After I left the message I asked my mom if I could leave the gift for the boys there. Of course she tells me it's fine.

Later on I had to take the girls yet again to the Dr. After an hour and a half there; Renee has bronchitis, and Angel has strep-throat. Yea! Strep! My favorite bacteria; group A streptococcus! On my way to the pharmacy I realize that I have to call Ann and let her know because Angel got strep from Sha. *I know this because Sha was complaining of a sore throat, stomach ache and headache, just like Angel did*

THAT'S JUST FRIGGIN WONDERFUL!

So of course I call and she does not answer, then I call Lance... same thing. I left a VM on Lance's phone saying that I didn't know if Ann was afraid I'd yell at her again or something, but I needed one of them to call me back concerning the health of their children.

Yes I said the first part in a bitchy tone, and for the second part I sounded more like a doctors office calling about test results. *Odd how those two can be combined in one sentence.*

About 5 minutes later my phone rings

Me: "Hi.."

Ann: "What is my boys health any of your business?"

Me: "Angel has strep throat and got it from one of your boys and if they don't get treated soon it will turn in to scarlet fever!"

Ann: She didn't get sick from my boys they've only been coughing!

Me: " Sha has been complaining of a sore throat and headache for more than a week now and if you would actually take them to the doctor when they don't feel well you would have known this earlier!"

Ann: "Well then it's not my boys its my boy isn't it! Oh and by the way I hung up on you earlier because you cussed at me and you have no right to speak to me that way."

Me: "Your right, I shouldn't have cussed."

Ann: "That's right you shouldn't have and you should treat me better than you do!"

Me: "Excuse me but I have been nothing but nice to you, and have made sure to never cross you once, but now if you really would like to know how I feel I'll be glad to tell you."

That is when I really let her have it and called her out on favoring her youngest son Sha, Using both of the boys to get what she wants, faking her anxiety attacks just so she can take xanex, being too lazy to find a job, and too selfish to see how she effects everyone else.
Once I finished she starts to try to use my past against me and say, "Well you lived with dad for 2 years!"

Me: "Yup, I sure did, and I held 2 jobs, went to school full time, helped pay for groceries, split the utility bills and paid for all my daughters stuff, so what'd you do again?"

Ann: "Don't fucking never ever call me again I don't eve-"

I hung up the phone, If she can hang up on me for cussing... I can do the same ;)
She called mom and tried to tattle on me *blah blah blah like I give a shit* mom just told her she was staying out of it *when mom says that it means I'm not siding with you*. Then she calls dad and says that I'm dead to her.
How much you wanna bet she calls when she needs something from me?
Damn family drama!

Merry Friggin Christmas

We had an awesome Christmas!!!

I wish I could tell you that, but I'd be bullshitting you. In reality we had a miserable Christmas.

On Christmas eve, Renee got very very sick. I had been up with her all night and was at her Dr.'s office as soon as they opened up. Her fever got up to 103 and even with Tylenol she still ran around 100. Her nose was stopped up and running (don't ask me how this works, I still can't figure that one out), and she was soooo moody. As it turns out she had a double ear infection, a sinus infection and a upper respiratory infection. *Poor Baby*

She was miserable, I was miserable so the whole house was miserable. *You know the saying; If momma ain't happy....* I was attempting to bake brownies for Santa with Angel in between helping Renee. Then finally I get Angel to sleep and try to wrap the last of the presents and poor Renee just wanted me to hold her. I was up until 1am baking pies for Christmas dessert, wrapping presents, and taking care of Renee.

Oh and just a side note; Never try to melt chocolate in the microwave, it will catch on fire! But never mind about that I will tell you more in a while.

So Christmas morning I wake to a little hand rubbing my arm, "Mommy! Hey Mommy! Santa came! He ate the brownies and left me a tiara!!! Come see, come on!"

I look at the clock and it was 5:34am! It took just about everything I had to get out of bed and make a pot of coffee. *How in the world can she possibly be up this early?!? If it were any other day she would stay in bed until almost 10am! But No not this day, not on Christmas! She was too excited and of course I hadn't much of any sleep*

So I sit there halfway paying attention to what she is saying and doing. At that point she probably could have asked me for the car keys and I'd have told her to have fun. She goes through her stocking and shows me everything....twice.

The baby wakes up and I give her some more medicine. I feed Angel some breakfast and told her after breakfast she could start to open gifts.

Both the girls ate and by this time Renee's meds had kicked in and she was feeling rambunctious for the moment. So it was time to open gifts. Angel flies through her gifts and starts tearing into them. Renee kept looking at Lee and I like we were going to yell at her for tearing the paper; so we helped her unwrap her gifts. For another hour the girls were beaming from ear to ear with their new things.

We had to get ready to leave because we had to go to Lee's family and my family for Christmas lunch and dinner. But that's another story...

Close Minded People

I took my sister and her boys out to a family fun night at our local Wendy's. It's kind of a neat setup they have there. If you get a combo meal, the kids get their meals for .99 *wow, I can't find the cent button.... dollar, percent, nope not there guess it's in symbols, and I'm too lazy right now* so the meals are $0.99 each. Five of us ate for 14 bucks! I thought it was a steal! Anyway... They had all kinds of activities; face painting, fake tattoos, ball toss, how many cups can you stack?, coloring contest, ornament making, santa was there, and the kids all get balloons.

We were sitting there eating when about 4 police cars pull up. They all come inside and order food. My nephew Sha looks up and asks, " Why are they here?"

"They need to eat too." I say. "Oh, ok!" Sha says and bites into his chicken. My sister looks up at the cops and says, "I hate those blood sucking leeches, they're not good for anything, they are all nothing but a bunch of C***k suckers." Man I was pissed, not only is she bad mouthing cops, but she's doing it infront of the kids, oh and a couple of these guys are friends of mine!!!! So I look at her and tell her in a very matter-of-fact tone; "Actually, most officers are quite nice, It's the ones that abuse their authority that you are thinking of. Oh and I happen to know a couple of those guys and I also know that they are very sweet and helpfull." My sister just rolls her eyes.

We continue to eat and after about 5 minutes pass, my sister whispers, "You see that family over there in the next booth?" I nod my head "The guy keeps looking at us" I ask her why she thinks that? She whispers, "Well you know...." and looks at her boys. *Did I mention before that her boys are mixed?* I said, "What?" as if I didn't know what she was refferring to. She again says, "You know... leaning her head towards her boys." "It's no big deal," I say, "he is probably just looking at the kids, they seem to like kids, they have 4." She goes, "No it's because they are mixed that's why!" I wanted to smack her upside her head she is in no position to be judgemental to anyone!

I swear she is soooo close minded and selfish. All she can think about is negativity. When I looked at the officers, I seen hungry men, she seen pigs. When I looked at the family next to us, I seen a beautiful family, she seen racism. GRRRR! Really?!? I mean come on now. How pitiful. She comes down here to sponge off my family, she won't cook dinner, and has not looked for a job. She judges everyone and talks behind their backs. It makes me wonder what she has said about me behind my back... but then again... who cares!? I am a good mother, and I take care of my family, isn't that what matters most?

Christmas Traditions Unfolded

Christmas is close. Too close. I am not a big person in the commercialism of Christmas. I look around and see children all focusing on what they are going to get and how many presents will be under the tree. It just irritates me. What happened to tradition, and celebrating the birth of Christ? It's not even about the presents. I remember as a child we spent most of the day at Church. In the morning we would open our presents, then get dressed and go to church. When we came home we would have a nice dinner, and spend time together for the rest of the evening. It was about family, and appreciation for all the sacrifices that Jesus made to save us. The presents were merely a part of it. Now it seems that all people care about are the presents.

So there you go, that's why I am in a blah mood. I just wish that there was some tradition in the celebration.

The Accident Part Two

So where were we.... Oh yes... The ambulance finally arrived.

A tall large man (later to be known as Big'n) came up to my car. He started yelling, "HEY GUYS SHE'S ALIVE! SHE'S REALLY ALIVE!!" I looked up at him and grabbed my stomach. "My baby." is all I could get out. "There's a baby out there guys! FIND IT!!!" he yelled. I kept saying no and patting my stomach. I couldn't figure out the word I was supposed to be telling him. I just kept patting my stomach. He finally asked, "Are you pregnant?" I just nodded.
"Holy FUCK! She's pregnant!" Big'n says
I hear another man on a phone asking what time someone could get here. Another man approaches my mangled vehicle and tells Big'n it'll be 20 minutes before life flight can get here.
The EMS driver, Adrian says, "Oh hell guys Mike and I can get her there in less than 20 minutes just get me an escort." (Normally the trauma hospital is a 30-45 minute drive depending on traffic).

Adrian tells me that they are going to put a sheet over me so that they can cut me out of the car. They lay the sheet over me and began using the jaws of life. The smell was horrid, a mix of oil, gas, burning rubber, airbag dust, and blood. It sounded like a chainsaw cutting steel and someone breaking glass.

When it was all over they were finally able to get me on to a board. Big'n looks at me and says, "We have to straighten your legs out to get you out okay? It's gonna hurt." I nodded my head. A man grabs my right leg and detaches it from the bind between the seat belt and steering wheel. I begin to scream a earsplitting scream that pierced the ears of everyone within eyesight. The man then handed my leg to Adrian who held it in place. I began to feel my blood running cold on my body toward my head.

The man grabs my left foot that was resting by my face and begins the painstaking process of untwisting and unfolding it. By this time pain did not feel real and the adrenaline rush from the moment before was still in effect.

The men load me on the board and slowly slide me out of the vehicle.

That's when I seen the man who hit me.
"You mother fucker! I swear to God I'm going to kill you!" I began yelling; at that point in time, if I could have gotten up, I probably would have.
*Leave it to me to talk shit on a stretcher*

The paramedics load me up and we leave for the hospital. About 2 miles from the hospital the police escort started getting further ahead of us. Then all of a sudden I feel a big jolt! Adrian says, "Damn it, fucking dumb ass just hit us!" Apparently some idiot thought it would be funny to try to cut off an ambulance. Stupid person ended up in some big trouble over that one.

The ambulance arrived at the ER where there was a Pediatric Critical Care Dr., A high risk OB, Trauma Surgeon, Orthopedic surgeon, Neurologist, and Radiologists all waiting for me.

It was a long roller coaster ride but almost 7 years later. More than 30 surgeries, and some amazing surgeons, I can walk, and live a pretty normal life. I can't run long distances, and I can't wear heels much at all. But I'm here, and functioning!

And people wonder why I named my daughter Angel?

The Accident Part One

Hey Maki! Thank You! We can now declare December 17th National Bitch Away Day!
I like that idea! I felt soo much better after venting!

So today I think I will tell you guys the story of the accident. I'm not sure where this will end up so please bear with me.

It will get very graphic so please leave now if it will bother you!

I was 17 years old and headed down a bad proverbial road. I was doing drugs, skipping school and just being overall rebellious.

*Back track 2 years*
I had been through a lot that led me to that point. My friends and family seemed to be dropping like flies in a smoke bomb. I was raped by a supposed friend, my "best friend" told me that I deserved to be raped and that it was my fault my boyfriend died because I wasn't with him.

I started giving up on life and humanity in general. I didn't know where to turn, so I started cutting. That's right, I was a cutter. I would slice my body up just to feel high and forget about things for a while.

Then I found a boy named Jason, and he had drugs. He and I started dating and getting high together. We had been dating for about 2 years when I got pregnant with Angel.

The moment I found out I was pregnant, I stopped all the drugs and started getting my life together.I was 17 and 25 weeks pregnant trying my hardest to avoid becoming another teenage statistic. Then it happened.....

I had just gotten off of work and was driving down a back road. A red '97 Ranger veered into my lane hit me head on and before I understood what was happening; it it was over.

*Just for a good visual I was driving a white '92 Tercel*

I was knocked unconscious and woke up laying across my driver and passenger seat. The car was flipped on its passenger side. My seat belt was still latched and I was suspended by it.The radio was still on in my car so I reached for the ignition and tried to turn the key. As I grasped the key and attempted to turn it, I felt a horrible tingle run up my arm.

I look toward the driver side window and see my right leg with an open fracture and blood running down toward my body. It was trapped between my shoulder strap and my steering wheel. The bone was protruding through my clothes and cutting the seat belt.

I could not see my left leg immediately until I turned my head to the left. Then there it was; my left leg folded and twisted several times and laying beside my head.

My phone started ringing and I attempt to search for it to no avail. So I take my hand and place it on my head trying to figure out what to do. That's when I felt something warm, wet and smooth. I pull my hand away and it was covered in blood.

I started screaming for help and a man came up to the car. I reached out my hand to him and cried, "PLEASE HELP ME!!!" All I heard was "Oh my God." Then the man ran off and began to vomit.
After what felt like hours an ambulance finally arrived......

*To Be Continued*

Send Me Your Links!

That's right! You there in front of the computer! Yes, I'm talking to you! I would like some input if you don't mind. I would like to link some sites on here! Comment back or email me at questions.and.secrets@gmail.com and give me your links; with an explanation of why you either like the link or feel like you should be linked. After a week; all of the links will be reviewed and I will post the "winner" and "loser" links. No I don't have to use your name. I will post my thoughts and reactions on the winner and loser links. Who knows we could have a lot of fun with this!

Unacceptable links: Pornography of any kind, political, religious, and violent. I am not looking for controversy, so these links are not accepted! I am looking to just have a little fun with this and see what serious, funny, goofy, weird, educational, ect we can get.

I think it would be interesting.....so what are you waiting for? Let's link!

Bitch Away Day

Today sucks! I don't really feel like blogging like normal. So today is bitch away day. The day I dedicate to bitching about all the BS I deal with daily.

1) I can't stand my daughter's teacher.
Angel's teacher has been and will be absent all week. Funny how I'm not getting any notes sent home about her behavior this week. When her normal teacher is there I get notes about twice a week about how she is either bickering too much with other students or talking too much. I have never gotten a note before when she has had a sub. Never! And I never get notes from the other teachers, art, gym, library so on and so on.

2) My husband is an ass.
He is demanding, pushy and unappreciative. He takes me for granted, and expects way too much. Oh and he is a tight wad. I can't stand it when I don't have any money of my own. I know it sounds stupid but I don't feel like the money in our checking account is mine because a) we have soooo many other things to be spending that money on and b)I didn't bring that money home, I didn't go out and earn it. I wish he would pause *just for a second* from time to time and say thank you, or the house looks good, or dinner was great..... something to let me know he is thankful for what I do. I wish that he wouldn't expect me to be his secretary/maid/nanny/handyman all the time. It would be really nice if he would just be happy that I don't spend what little money we do have, that I cook, clean, take care of the kids, clip coupons, and do whatever it takes to make this family function properly.... you know.

3) I need Mommy time.
HELP!!!!! I'M STUCK WITH KIDS AND I CAN'T GET OUT!!!!! Don't get me wrong; I love my family. The best conversation of the day consisted of "Yea! You said Angel!!!!" How pathetic is that?!? But I really need some individuality too. Something to distinguish myself from this family. Right now I am Mom, and Lee's wife, I need to be me! Oh and; I caught myself wearing mom jeans!!!! How scary is that?!? I'm only 24, and I've got a decent figure so what the hell am I wearing? I still have my favorite jeans from before baby, but... my hips are not quite in them yet. *Note to self... Sit ups! *

Okay there.... I think I'm done. Sorry you had to endure all that, but I declared today Bitch Away Day; my blogland so I can do that.

Aimee Jo and the Tattoo

I said I would tell you what happened after I left the birthday party for Sha. Okay well... it's not as interesting as I thought it would sound. Basically he threw a tantrum, cussed his mom out, so my parents stepped in and spanked his ass. My family does believe in spankings (in moderation), we don't use them as the only form of discipline though. This time it was definitely called for.


So that's it, that's what happened after we left Sha's birthday party.


Pretty boring huh?


However I do have something a little more entertaining for you.


Last weekend my husband and I decided to have a bonfire at the house. Now usually when we have bonfires here, the whole neighborhood show up. It's usually a pretty relaxed evening. We sit around the fire and talk all night. It's right in the back yard and the girls are usually asleep in the house. I take the baby monitor out with me that way I can hear everything going on in the house. And I open the blinds and leave a light on so I can see inside the house.


Most times we usually end up with about 10-15 neighbors at the house. They all bring their own chairs, drinks, and snacks. When they have to use the restroom they go home, *not the guys though... you know.* This time was a little different. My friend Christina and her husband Benjamen came over. Lee and my friend Anthony was already at the house. The Diva neighbor came over and Richard from down the street came.


So that's the setup.... there was only a small gathering. We were all sitting there enjoying ourselves when Odji (an Egyptian man that used to live down the street) shows up with 3 other people whom I've never met.


Odji introduces us to the three as Aimee Jo, John, and Scott. John and Scott didn't say much, and asked if it was alright that they were there. Of course I don't want to be the rude bitch and say, "No it's not fucking okay! I didn't want you weirdos on MY property without prior consent, and a sex offender registry check!" Instead, I said, "I don't mind that you guys are here, as long as you don't make any problems." I should have just booted them off my property....


Aimee Jo was drunk as could be, and then some. I swear I think she was on something. She introduced herself to everyone about 10 times. Her introduction went something like this: "Hi, I'm Aimee Jo, nice house, wanna see my Aqua Teen Hunger Force tattoo?"


She sits down by the fire and starts yelling toward anyone who will listen. "I just got fired today! It was Odji's fault. Did you know where I used to work? I used to work down at the Gas Station. Odji got me fired because you can't date co-workers."


She was already irritating me in the first 2 minutes she was there. I wanted to bitch slap her back to where she came from.


My poor friend Christina ended up getting trapped listening to her whole life story. Benjamen came up to me put his arm around my shoulders and said, " Hey, I've heard stories about you being a bitch to people, but I've never seen them. Nows the perfect time, I wanna see it, go be a bitch!" "If she continues, you may just get to see that show Benjamen."


Aimee Jo starts yelling out to everyone *as if we care* "Wanna see my Aqua Teen Hunger Force tattoo? "Did you know that I just got fired from the Gas station down the street. I just left my husband in Idaho because he was addicted to heroin. I lost my daycare because of him! I brought my 2 sons up here, my baby is 20month old his name is Gavin! Now I can't get food stamps because I lost my job at the gas station. It's all Odji's fault! Who's house is this?


I grabbed my friend Christina and *drink excuse* and bolted for the house. We get inside and I start to apologize to her. I kept telling her that I was sorry, and I'm about to ask them to leave when we go back outside. Then I hear *knock, knock knock creeeeek*

The bitch opened my door! My fucking door! To my house!!!!!!! Then she says, "I gotta go to the bathroom where's the bathroom at?"


"I'm sorry" I say, "but the bathroom is by the baby's room and the toilet flushing usually wakes her up, I'd prefer you not use it."


"But I've really gotta go, and there's no where else to go"


I wanted to say, "Here is some toilet paper, go find a bush and ruff it." I didn't though. I just apologized again. Then she begins to ask for a drink.


"Can I have a drink, you know some of whatever you guys are having? Just a little?"


*As I pour the rest of the Dr. Pepper into the glasses* "Sorry I'm out." *I throw the bottle away*

*By the way I hate Dr.Pepper. I think it tastes like cough syrup. And I just poured in in my drink. Can you tell I really wanted to get rid of her!?*


"Come on, just a little?"


I said, "I don't have anymore, I'm out, it's empty see!" *Grabbing the empty bottle and shaking it.*


"Just a little, please?" *How in the fuck am I supposed to give you something I don't have?*


I just said No.


"Oh OK." she says then she walks out the door.

Apparently she made a big scene about it outside. When I came outside Aimee Jo, Scott, Odji and John were all gone. Everyone outside told Christina and me that Aimee Jo came outside telling everyone that I cussed her out and that they were not welcome here.


*She was right about not being welcome here, but I never said anything to that effect*


Aimee Jo is now the laugh amongst friends. She is never welcome near my home again!


Geeze some people...pfft!

Rosetta The Snow Gal

Sha my nephew (Ann's youngest son) had his 7th birthday yesterday! He was very excited to be at grandma and grandpa's house for his birthday! He made out pretty well too! He received money, video games, clothes and some toys. What more could he ask for?!?


My mother made homemade cake. *MMMM so good!* We also had stew for dinner. We all had a really good time.


It started to snow while we were there and I started to worry a little. I hate driving in the snow. I've only done it a handful of times. It never snows here; never! Of course on the day I actually had somewhere to be at night it had to snow.


When we left my parents house it was a little rough. I did well though. I kept it slow and steady and knew better than to hit those brakes! I slid a couple times, but no big, I controlled it.


By the end of the evening it had snowed more than a inch. The first little bit of snow melted a little then froze under the freshly fallen snow. So this morning we woke to a beautiful sight, with ugly effects. Walk outside and slide right on your ass kind of effects. The news was quite interesting as well... the traffic report comes on and the map looks like it has the chicken pox.


Lee, Angel and I all decided to go outside and play in the snow while the baby was asleep. Angel and Lee had a fun snowball fight until Lee hit Angel in the eye with a snowball. *Game Over*


Lee left to run errands then Angel and I decided to build a snowman. We had a lot of fun building it. Angel has never made a real snowman before so now was the perfect time!


It took us a while but we finally got it all done and it turned out looking quite......hillbillyish? I guess that would be the word for it. Angel decided to call him, no I'm sorry *her* Rosetta. Her teeth are all jacked with rocks up her arms are scrawny twigs, her eyes are small and buggy looking pebbles and her hat was a flowerpot improv. Yea I guess hillbillyish would be the word. But we did get the carrot nose part right! Angel was sooo happy! I kind of smiled a little too *wink wink* It gave me some of the Christmas spirit I was looking for!

We brought Renee outside for just a minute and all she wanted to do was eat the snow. She didn't know what to think about it. Her facial expressions tickle me. She looked so serious examining the snow.

Well I will be back on here later. I've gotta get my house in order. I still have another blog to write today about what happened at my parents house after I left the birthday party.

Ann's Birthday Present!

Okay, so I know I have not mentioned my parents or siblings before.... well here it is!

My older sister (half sister; different moms) Ann is married and has 2 boys. They live 2 states away so we don't see them very often. Her birthday was on December 1st, and that's when it all started.

My older sister and her family were living with her grandmother. On my sister's birthday, her grandmother kicked her and her family out. I don't know why because she wouldn't tell me the whole story. What a nice Grandma!

Long story short she whined until our Dad got a hotel room for her and her family. He paid up for a week. He told her that after that week was up, she better have a plan in place and somewhere to go because he couldn't afford to do that again.

We didn't hear from her for a week!

On Saturday morning at about 8:30, I get a phone call from my sister.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cass, It's Ann, I've got a problem."
"What's that?" Rolling my eyes expecting her to ask for money.
"We are halfway to Dads house and I can't get hold of him!"
"Ann? What do you mean?"
"I mean we are coming to live with Dad but he won't answer his phone."
"Does Dad know about this?"
"No."
"Okay, lemme call you back."

I call my parents and tell them what's going on. Of course they are going to take them in, but still... some kind of notice would have been appreciated.

Dad calls Ann, and now they have a place to live.

As it turns out someone called Department of Children Services on her for not having a stable home for her children. That's why she booked it down here.

Now the boys are enrolled in school and doing well. They have a home, clothes, food, and love. It's the best Christmas present they could ever ask for!

As for my sister.... I love her, but she's an adult and so is her husband, they need to find jobs!

Holiday Inn Express

They've got the express part right! Everything was done quickly, some things too quickly!

We stayed at a Holiday Inn Express because they had the free breakfast, a indoor pool and hot tub. We expected it to be a pleasant place to lay our heads after visiting with the family for Thanksgiving. Ummmm.... It was a place to lay our heads at least.

When we first checked in we were told that we would receive the first room at the top of the stairs on the left. When we walked up you could smell the smoke from the rooms down the hall. Our room said non-smoking though.

We get into the room after several attempts with our door key and find a stale aroma. It just didn't seem like it had been stayed in for a while. There were crumbs on the floor, the room was stifling, the bathroom shower stall had hair in it and the bed skirts had stains. Oh and there was no elevator!

We thought.... we can deal with this, it's not that bad, and we are only here for a couple of days.

The view was great too! When you opened the blinds to look outside you got a great look at the shingles! We dealt with it all... *no biggie; we are only here for a few days*

The first morning I woke up and went to make coffee. The grossest thing, there was still coffee grinds from the people before us. EWWWWWW! I threw it out and went downstairs for breakfast.

The breakfast buffet
The eggs were rubbery, the sausage gravy tasted like cardboard with pepper, the biscuits were hard and the cinnamon rolls tasted like leftovers. I ended up with coffee and banana.

That night
We went to bed at about 11pm. We are laying there and start to hear a repetitive thud like a body was being dragged up the stairs. After a while of listening to this my husband went to investigate. As it turns out a basket ball team showed up. So we had 20 some and some odd number of college kids coming up the stairs. But wait that's not all! In each room there are 2 queen beds, and the basket ball team was sleeping 3 to a room. That thud we kept hearing was them lugging the fold-away-beds up the stairs. This went on for about an hour.

We finally get to sleep and then they decide that they were all going outside for whatever reason. Of course they all had to take the stairwell beside our room! GRRRRRR!

The next morning we get up and take the girls downstairs for breakfast. The buffet was so bad the basketball team wouldn't even eat it! *Those boys are like garbage disposals; they'll eat anything!*

We decided to leave. We had enough.

OMG I'M BACK!

Ok, so it's been like what... forever in blog land since I have posted. I know I know, and I'm sorry! Get off my back already *smirk*! In my defense we've had a lot going on and the Questions and Secrets blog has been taking off. Ok where to start....

Thanksgiving went very very very well. We endured 2, 8 hour trips in the van with a 6 year old and a almost 11 month old and no one cried! NOT EVEN ONCE!!!!! Those girls did wonderful, I am so proud of them! It was nice to see the family, but by the end of the weekend I was ready to get in my own bed again. *Note to self: tell story about Holiday Inn Express* I will get back to the rest of that in another blog; this blog is about catching up.

My older sister's birthday was on December 1st. The same day her grandmother kicked her and her family out! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ANN! *Theres another blog in itself*

I've been having terrible back pain for about a month now. My husband finally nagged me enough to go to the doctor. I guess it's a good thing that he did. As it turnes out I have Osteoarthritis and Degenerative Spondylosis! *Try to say that 3x fast!* They also did X-rays of my left ankle because I've been having alot of pain in it. Turns out I have what the doctor called post traumatic arthritis. Blah blah blah... I didn't need her to tell me that. I suppose that's what happens when you break both of your legs, arms and face in a car accident! *Tell you guys all about that on another day... someone just remind me...please*

So I figure...I'm 24 and falling apart! Great! On the upside I still have my insanity *grin*.

Limping through the snow...
With a brand new silver cane...
Forget the hills, we'll go...
Around the bend; that way...

She Was Right, I Was Wrong!

We are going to see my family on thanksgiving! It's official, and my husband is coming too! :) We have a lot going on right now, but most of it is wonderful news. Here it goes *I'll try to keep it all in order of occurrence*

Renee took her first steps *and by steps of course I mean wobbly attempts that landed her on her face*
Angel has not been an angel lately she in fact has been the Anti-Angel. Good grades though!

Lee hit a deer... Angel thinks he killed Rudolph! We have tried to explain to her that it was just a deer and not Rudolph, it has not worked. She wants to know how Santa is going to drive his sleigh without Rudolph to light the way....* I don't know how to explain it to her*

We go to court tomorrow and it will be official, Angel will then legally be Lee's daughter! We are so excited!

I asked Angel if wanted Lee to be her Daddy then she looked at me and said... "Yeah because I want two Dads."

I look at her as if she has just lost her mind and tell her that it does not work that way; that she can't have two dads.

She glares at me and says, "YES I CAN!"

"How, Angel, How can you have 2 dads?"

This is when she looks at me dead in the eye and says, "God our Father!"

*I was thrown for a loop, she was right and I knew it*

I apologized to her and told her she was right.

Then she explains to me that God is every body's father and Mother Nature is every body's mother so that everyone can have a mom and dad.

I think it was the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of a child.

It's Your Horse and Pony Show

I'm just here for the ride.

I tend to feel this way daily. My life is filled with errands the family business and chores. I need a job. My hubby and I have been arguing more and more about money. Mainly because I feel like I have a say in any of it. He does not seem to understand how vunerable I feel without a job. Don't get me wrong I love my girls and spending time with them means more to me than any job ever could. I just need something outside of wife and mommy. I've been looking at part time jobs. I have my nursing degree, but everyone I talk with wants me to work full time, but I can't do that and still give my children the time they deserve. So I've been looking into banking jobs. Maybe a teller or something.... I don't know.

All I do know is that I really need to be able to step out of this house for work.

Thanksgiving travles

Dear Hubby,

We ARE going to see my family this thanksgiving! I have been asking you to ask off work since the year started. I have expressed my interest in going long before that. This is NOT NEGOTIABLE!

This morning when I started to talk to you about it and you said, " The reason I am hesitant on going is because we don't know how long my mother has left." it pissed me off. I have not seen my family in almost 4 years! The current health of your mother is better than stable. I spoke with your mother two weeks ago and she thought it best if we went to see my family this year and spend Christmas with your family this year.

I understood when you wanted to stay for your father's last thanksgiving, and it truly is a shame he didn't make it that long. I also understood the next year. The year after that you said we couldn't afford it. Then last year you said you couldn't get off work. This year I am not taking no for an answer!

My family has not seen the baby yet and the last time they seen Angel she was 2. This is not fair to me or our children! We are going!

As I said this morning: "The children and I are going even if you don't." Have a happy fucking thanksgiving without your children because they will be 3 states away with me and my family visiting for a few days.

Love,

Your Non Conformist Wife

What No Thank You?

That was the first thing I thought when Diva (the Naughty Neighbors mom) dropped of the NN. She asked if I would watch the NN until 9:30 tonight so she could go out with her friend for some margaritas. She looks at me right before she walked out the door and said, "Do you know how long it's been since I've went out on a Thursday night?" I didn't respond. I wanted to look at her and say ooohhh about a month ago when I watched her for you. Instead I just smiled and said have fun.
Now she is gone off to have fun and I am left wondering... when do I get to have fun? I spend every moment of everyday taking care of my family. I am not known as Cassandra, I am only known as Lee's wife and Angel and Renee's mom. I do not go out, my only friend is Christina and she works and goes to school, so there is little room left for me. Shit... even my husband gets to go out. For instance he was off work at exactly 6:55, when he called me and said that he was going to the bar tonight. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I want to go out. I want time without children! I want to know that guys will still look at me, and that I can actually be me without my children or husband.
I need a break! I need time for me! I NEED TO FEEL LIKE ME AGAIN!!!!!!!
Why am I soo nice to everyone? All they do is use me as a door mat. Everyone especially my husband takes me for granted.
A thank you would be nice.

The Birthday Party and Hit and Run

The two big events this past weekend.
Let's start with:
The Birthday Party.
Our Naughty neighbor had her birthday party Saturday.
The whole neighborhood showed up, YAY!
There was screaming, crying, whining, balloons, presents, fits, gift bags full of noisy toys, cake, ice cream, no food, no air conditioning, pit bulls and black labs. What a combo!

After reading the last blog I'm sure you can imagine how it went!

Everyone showed up at about 3:30 and the kids started running wild. The twins came with their dogs! The Surly 6 year old came, without her parents. The Friendly five year old was there and in rare form. There was pushing, hitting, crying, laughing, running and tattle telling. There was another mother there with her two children, but she (like I) kept checking in on the children and tried to keep them all in line. We were the only ones who seemed at all concerned about the children.

3:45 cake and ice cream....served then thrown all over the floor
*They just had new carpet installed a month ago*
4:00 wrapping paper flies and the Surly six year old fights with the Naughty neighbor over the new toys
4:15 I've got a migraine!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4:30 The pit bulls and black labs start fighting
5:00 I begin to think about all the blogging I've got to do...
5:15 Quick excuse and escape... to the grocery store

I was sooo happy to leave I don't think that party could have been more disastrous!

...Later that evening, hubby and I get the girls down for bed and sit on the front porch to wind down. We see a silver explorer driving up and down the road. We watched this SUV wander 3 different streets for about 20 minutes. I get up and wait for them to pass my house again. I was going to ask them if I can help them find something. I watch them pass my house... BAM! A parked car was hit and pushed into my neighbors yard! The driver of the SUV drives down the street and pulls into a driveway. BAM... a mailbox down the street is taken out as the driver backs out. CRUUUNCH! They kept backing over it! They squeal tires and take flight! I ran to the end of my yard and got the tag number. I called the cops and gave them a description. I was laughing the whole time. The lady in dispatch probably thought I was crazy! She kept asking what was so funny. All I could tell her is that the people in the SUV looked right at me and still took off!

Seriously; if you hit something an know that someone seen you, why would you leave?

Nice and eventful weekend, huh?

What happened to parenting?

I ask myself this question almost daily. I am so sick of unattended children running the neighborhood and terrorizing animals and other children. It really bothers me!

When my daughter goes outside to play she is not allowed to leave my sight. She is not allowed to play outside alone, and she is not allowed to leave my property unless my I am with her.

In our neighborhood there are 6 children. We have the twin terrors, the friendly 5 year old, the surly 6 year old, and our naughty neighbor. My poor daughter is the graceless girl. I don't think that she could walk without tripping over her own feet to save her life.

I have taught my daughter to be well mannered, follow rules, share, and respect others. I have showed her what it means to be a good person by trying to set a good example for her. I am proud of the way she is comming up. Sure she has fits and misbehaves sometimes; what kid doesn't?

The occasional mishap is NOT what bothers me. What really gets me is this:

• The twins; they always bring their twin black labs (not on leashes) and have been caught hitting, kicking and choking my dog who stays on a leash. (He's a toy poodle just FYI)


• The friendly 5 year old is wonderful, polite respectful and courteous, until the surly 6 year old comes around


• The surly 6 year old is just plain wild!!! She demands to come into my house to play. (Like that's going to happen; I don't know her parents!) She demands food and drinks everytime she comes over. She breaks toys and thinks it's funny. She will not share, follow rules, or be polite.


• The naughty neighbor just will not follow rules! She is polite and quite tenderhearted, but for some odd reason she just will not listen!


• My daughter (sad to say) is a follower. She want's to do whatever everyone else is doing even if it gets her in trouble.

My question is; WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE THESE KIDS PARENTS? Theses kids run around the neighborhood like they own the place. I have met some of their parents... once. I am so sick of these children terrorizing the neighborhood. I am ready to make these parents pay for a privacy fence for me. I don't want these awful kids on my property anymore.

It's like going to a resturaunt. There are all kinds of families, but you can spot the parents who are always too busy to pay attention to their kids. Usually those children are just as wild in the resturaunt! GRRRRR!

I just want to let my daughter go over to their house and behave this way! If I did that I would be just as bad as them so I suppose I'll just stay here and vent. I know that the mother of the twins does not like me. This is probably because I threatened to shoot her dogs! The terrors and the labs came over then the labs started going after my dog! I told her to come get her dogs or I would shoot them. She won't come near my house now, but she still lets her dogs and twins!?!?!

WTF???

She'd rather let her dogs get shot then put them on a leash? Theres a real role model! Geeze PFFT!

My daughter's a Pot Head!

She even said so herself!

We were all getting ready for dinner. I was finishing up cooking and had a few unused pans wooden spoons and pots on the floor for the girls to play with while I cooked. My 6 year old puts a pot on her head looks at me and says "look Mommy, I'm a pot head!" It was such a random statement and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I pulled out my phone and had her do it again! Soo funny!

Bitch Please

Dear Hubby,

I am so tired of arguing with you. I know that we are broke. I know that you want to go to your highschool reunion, but do not, I repeat DO NOT ask me to use the money from my child support account. That money is not for us. We both decided that we would use that money for the adoption attorney, not your pleasures! That is just wrong to even ask. You know better. Then you want to bitch and say that you just don't feel like using the money from savings because the bank would charge us for pulling out money more than 3 times in a month. Bitch please... you waste more than that in milkshakes for youself in a day.

Also when I refuse to give you money that is not ours, don't sit there and tell me that we have enough money for you to go but not me. Fuck you! If I'm not going then neither are you! By what stretch of the imagination did you ever think that it would be alright?

I think that I may have a better use for the money you are about to waste. Go and buy yourself a giant body condom. Ok, now put it on... Good there, now you are prepared for all the shit you are getting yourself into.

I suggest you sit back and think about what you are doing here and make sure that you really want to throw gas on this fire. I can and will win so don't start with me.

Love,
Your pissed off wife

The Truth is Underestimated

I have been crazy busy with housework, kids, and running a business. My oldest started first grade this week at a new school. She seems to be enjoying it. She comes home everyday and tells me how many new friends she made and shows me her classwork; I am so proud of her. My youngest is into everything she has learned to pull herself up onto things so I have been busy crawling around the house making sure she can't get hold of anything dangerous. My business is flourishing and I couldn't be more satisfied with it right now.

Before I forget; My husband ran into that homewreckers step mother over the weekend. The step mother asks my husband if he and Nikki had an affair. My husband admitted the affair to her. (Step one honesty). Then she asks him if he wondered who Nikki's son belongs to. My husband tells her that he has wondered because the time frame was so close but he hasn't had the nerve to ask her. (Damn it we are stuck on step one). My husband came home and told me about his "run in" and the conversation. Maybe we can get to step two!

Well my husband has been working so much this week that I don't think I've seen him more than just a couple hours. We did have some time to talk earlier this week though. He told me to call a lawyer because he wants to adopt my oldest daughter! I couldn't believe it! I am soooo excited that he wants to do this. (My oldest was a little over a year old when my husband and I met. Her natural father ran out on us when she was 9 mo. old. and my husband has helped raise her). Our appointment is next week to start the paperwork. Wish us luck!

I must also brag on my husband for something he did. He has seemed to come to his senses and made it to step two! He posted a bulletin on myspace to the ex home wrecker. Here's what it said:

The truth!!

Why hide the truth? Sure it keeps people from getting hurt, or does it? And if you truly care about them than why did you do something that you had to lie about. Sure you can say that you care to much about them to hurt them and if you told the truth It could really hurt that person that you claim you really care about..but than again if you cared why cant you be honest with them? Or you care about that person you married but you think you care about someone else more and carry a 4 month relationship out with that person. But for what? Was it all in vain or did you find out what you wanted to know and run back to your spouse? And than had a kid. so whos is it? your lover or the spouse? And if it all comes out it could really hurt alot of people or get someone hurt. So you hide the truth. But is it worth it? Was all the fun you had worth it? Worth you lieing the rest of your life? Worth that little voice in the back of your head forever? Everytime you look at your child and think whos this kid belong to? So is it still worth the lieing? The lust you had? You cant just forget it ever happened.

Lee

When I read this, I was blown away. So the spelling is off, but here he is admitting everything and telling her that she needs to come clean to her husband. I was so happy when I seen this. Maybe just maybe he is ready to move on with our lives and grow stronger together. I like to think so at least.

The couch sucks!

My husband came home late last night smelling of alcohol. I asked him where he got the drink from and he said that a friend at work gave it to him. Bull SHIT! Lets go back to earlier that day during a phone conversation.

"Hey hun guess who I just seen?" he says

" I don't know who?"
"Nikki"

"You mean that bitch you fucked around with a couple of years ago?"

He then says, " Yea, she was waving at me in a parking lot"

"Did you wave back?" I ask.

"I just threw my hand up and kept driving"



Now we all know that it really didn't go like that. He fucked this homewrecker for 6 months before getting busted. Then she gets pregnant and isn't sure if the baby belongs to my man or hers. Nice huh!?!!?

Then he comes home with alcohol on his breath, yea I know where he was.



This set of events triggered me to take a look into his phone.

Then I see this text to my brother-in-law



"If she asks I had a beer over there last night"



He was referring to the prior evening when he said that his truck broke down at his sisters house.

I marched my happy ass into the bathroom where he was showering and asked him where he had a drink at last night.

He continues his lie.

Then I ask about the text.

He looks at me with this fucking grin that just makes me want to rip out his teeth.

Then he changes his story and says that he bought one at a gas station on the way over to his sisters and drank it while he worked on his truck.

I told him I didn't want to hear anymore bullshit lies and I wasn't going to deal with him tonight.

I grabbed my pillow and a blanket and lay on the couch.

After he was done with his shower he comes to the couch and changes his story again.

This time he tells me that he got it from his sister's and drank it over there.

I slept on the couch because it was better than sleeping with a moron.

I woke this morning with a sore back, but at least my mind felt more refreshed.

Grrr Men.....Piss on them all!

Things need to be done

Good morning! I woke this morning to a grouchy husband and a baby that needed to be feed. He made the bottle, I fed the baby. He finishes getting ready for work and leaves. Now I look around the house and see just how much needs to be done today.

Clean Living Room, dining room, kitchen, bedroom, vacuum, sweep, mop, and iron.

I loathe ironing, in fact I loathe all aspects of laundry. It must be done though, so I guess I will do it. My husband complains that he has no clean clothes for work; they are hanging up in the closet. He says his underwear is not clean; it's in the laundry basket folded and ready to put away. He tells me to iron today and to finish the laundry. What the fuck do I look like? Your maid?

While talking on the phone he says "If I were home all the time I'd keep the house spotless." Wait a minute!?!?! What the fuck was that If.... If...If....if is a big word. When I had surgery earlier this year, he took a week off work to "help" and nothing was done. He claims nothing was done because he was trying to spend time with the kids and tend to me. I did nothing but lay in bed that whole week and take pain pills. I didn't ask him for a damn thing so he wasn't tending to me. Yes he played with the kids, cooked a couple times, did dishes, and laundry. I do all of that on a daily basis plus clean, educate, discipline, baths, iron, sweep, mop, vacuum, balance the check book, and run a business out of the house. If...pfft!!! I could "if" all day and still nothing gets done. Look fucktard, don't put so much on me I've got a lot going on.

Everyday you come home and the kids are clean happy and fed. Dinner is ready and waiting on you, your clothes are clean, but not always ironed and put away, (usually just laid flatly out ready to iron or put away). Dishes are done, and you are asked to do nothing except eat and kiss your kids goodnight. Still you want to bitch about what else needs to be done. Look... there are men out there that would kill to be in your shoes, so quit bitching about what else needs to be done.

I've Seen Them

I looked around the web to see if I could possibly find another housewife with real confessions. I don't mean confessions like, my baby cries and I'm irritated. I mean real juicy confessions. So here it is real confessions from a real housewife. I will start by saying I am a 24 year old mother with two beautiful little girls (Angel 6 and Renee 7months). My husband drives a big rig around town. We decided that I would stay home until Renee is at least a year old. I have never stayed at home before and thought it would be breezy. I was wrong. I love my family, but the demands of a housewife are unreal. I will be using this blog as a diary of my life as mother and a wife. I will post as I feel necessary and maybe, just maybe my vents will allow me to become a better mother and housewife.
I don't like arguing with my family and I will find a way to get my thoughts out with out hurting someone else.