Blog Move
This blog is being moved due to the continued stalking of me, my immediate family, and my cousin during her daughter’s death. Those who need to be informed of where it will be moved will be notified.
Oh and while I do realizize of course that nothing you post of the internet is safe or anonymous, there are some things in my opinion are completly out of line.
Sex Toys, 16 Year Olds, and Parents
Yep you read it right I am going to post about a parent who took their daughter to a adult sex shop to purchase a dildo. When I first heard this I seriously thought it was a joke. Then as the story unfolded in more detail I realized that this parent has some serious issues. First of all last time I checked (that was about 10 years ago) you had to be either 18 or 21 to enter a shop of that sort. Second of all what was the parent’s motive for taking the daughter into such a place. While I understand some parents extreme need to be more of a friend to a child then a parent I believe that this is pushing it way to far.I am in no way uptight when it comes to sex but come on.
Lets for a moment explore the possible reasons for this act. Maybe this person was thinking that if I take my daughter to buy a dildo then perhaps this will stop her from having sex and getting pregnant as a teen. Maybe it will satisfy her curiosity enough to not go any further until she is married?
WRONG WRONG WRONG
I see this as me as a parent basically saying sure honey I will take you to go get a dildo. Oh I forgot to mention that her boyfriend was there with them. Oh you want birth control sure I will take you to get that. Your boyfriend wants to sleep over and have sex with you in my house sure better here that in a motel or a car. You see where I am going with this. This is not teaching a child good morals at all.
So lets here from you out there. Would you take your 16 year old to a sex shop? What are your thoughts on this type of behavior from a parent? Would you call social services on the parent? At least instruct them to go see a counselor?
Pain sucks
Waking up everyday in massive pain and barely being able to walk sucks. After sitting for 10 mins and hardly being able to stand up sucks. I would say getting old sucks but I am not old I am 35. My body had failed me. I hate the cold it makes it so much more worse. Everyone keeps telling me go to the dr and get pain killers. Yes I will do that when I am done breastfeeding if that ever happens. I am not trying to be a martyr or anything but I feel that until my child is ready to ween I should not take away what is rightly his. I do understand though where to draw the line here and I will not have a child still breastfeeding at 10. Actually I think I would be uncomfortable with even 5. LOL.
So for now I will just have to feel like I am 80 and not 35. Damn all this just because I wanted to be a parent. The sacrifices we make. Those selfish kids actually asking to be taken care of after we have them…
Supporting friends
A good friend of mine is being called to Ecuador to be a missionary. I told her earlier that this is important to her so its important to me. So here I am asking you for your help to get her there and support her work. You can read all about her calling on her blog. http://servantsinecuador.blogspot.com/
If you are inspired by her story why not make it your calling to make a donation.
Thank you
Sewing sewing and more sewing
Yesterday I went over to my friend Tara’s house to work on the ginormous sewing project some more. It’s still not done and I am really tired of it. Especially seeing yards and yards of blue material. I was there from 2 till 11 last night before my kids started having a total meltdown. Funny how you think your kids have no sort of routine at all but then you realize it big time when they are not in there own familiar surroundings that they do.
So needless to say I will be going over there at least 1 more day or 2 to finish up and deliver the product to Maryville Women’s Center. They have taken the step to help the environment by moving to cloth gowns and drapes. Now if I could just convince Dr G to open a birth center I would be in heaven. Though after the emotional stress of having a miscarriage I am not sure if I want to get pregnant ever again. I guess time will tell but I am not getting any younger and Anger is getting more grey hair. I love it but I think our kids have caused a lot of it. Poor Anger in the past 30 days alone has had to deal with Bubba putting a hole in his head and then trying to shave his lip off. He gets way more emotional over the little mishaps in life than I do. I figure with 3 boys the odds are stacked against us and we will become very good friends with the emergency room dr. My good friend Jennie also has 3 boys and 1 girl and for some reason it always makes me feel better to hear that the same shenanigans are going on over there all the time.
Yesterday while at Tara’s I learned that she has weened Christiana. I believe that she is 2. I am sorta ambivalent about that as it seems that Christana was not ready. However we all have our limits and Tara was really at the point that she needed to be done. Weaning is bittersweet and something that is truly a personal choice for each nursing pair. I know after 8 years straight of being pregnant and nursing I would love to have my own body back but its not my time yet. Plus I figure what did god put women here for? Part of my life is supposed to be devoted to producing and nourshing out next generation. I took that a few steps further by also deciding to home school but we all know I am a control freak. Speaking of home schooling I have started using Education City. It is an wonderful online program. It has the ability to change to your state standards and all kinds of nifty tools. I can not say enough about it and highly recommend it to anyone who can’t get the hang of the traditional book and paper aproach. There is also a free trial if you want to just check it out.
Okay I am off to ponder the hell of my life that is dinner. Fold some laundry, and knit a bit.
Oh the wonders of being a stay at home mom……
Gotta love being stalked…
The last time I moved and set a a new blog when Anger and I got off of whatever the hell that was were we used to host I thought that would be the last time. I am obviously not much of a blogger anyway so I don’t know if I will move it and start a new one or just stop blogging. Blogging never really appealed to me anyway. I just don’t have the time or the motivation to put my life out there for others to read.
Understanding that this is the internet and nothing is private is one thing. BUT being stalked and having people really DIG to find out things about you and your family, when it has nothing to do with them at all is a bit creepy and makes me think twice before ever digging up anyone else from my past ever again. (holy run on sentence) Jeez Heather will be after me for that one.
Hopefully this person will take a step back and think about what they have done, and how it has affected how Anger and I. Most of you know I am a misanthrope anyway and this even more confirms why I am one.
I can not believe 30 something year old people still play high school games.
Today a life was lost
and though she was a tiny 3.5 year old little girl that not many knew. The ones that knew her loved her so. She was a perfect little soul. She never had a fighting chance. She was born with twin to twin transfusion syndrome.
Be at peace without pain in heaven baby girl.
Eleanore Pearl
July 19, 2005–December 31, 2008
Please consider making a memorial donation at http://www.tttsfoundation.org/
People
Ever meet someone in your life and you just really click? But then the more you start to talk you find its just really weird that you are almost like twins. This is especially weird for me because well you all know I am a hermit and I am an equal opportunity hater. I have tried the friend thing numerous times and it just NEVER works out. Especially with women they are too fucking catty. I just don’t get them.
Well about a yr ago I finally meet in person a chick I had know on a message board for a few years. First it was creepy that we look a lot alike. Seriously we could be sisters or twins. Second we have about the same personality, quirks, likes, etc. Down to we even have the same damn color crocs.
I have no idea where I am going with this except to say for the first time in my life its nice to know what a real friend is.
a depressing post
but I thought I would update that Anger and I had a miscarriage on 11/06 and there will be no new baby in June….. 
Was it Trick or Treat or Cough and Puke?
Well yesterday was a very eventful day. We started the day by heading over to my best friends house and having a Halloween party. I think she was mad I brought so much candy and hopped the kids up on sugar. She made awesome mummy dog hot dogs and tater tots. Oh and the most awesome over ice cubes with eyeballs and worms in them…. I just love her to death. I swear we were separated at birth.
On the way home I got a text from some good friends of mine in Granite City asking us to go over there and trick or treat. So we headed over there and Anger headed to the Walgreen’s walk in clinic after being sick and dying for a week. While we were scouting out candy he was finding out he has viral pneumonia. Great lucky us hope to hell he keeps that shit to himself….
So after the kids gorged themselves on candy all night and threw candy wrappers and sucker sticks all over the floor (will have a little talk with them about that later) they got ready for bed. Little did I know I was in for a night of hell pure torture I tell you. They were all up and down all night. They were all so wired it was not even funny or in the same universe as funny. Between that and Anger hacking up a lung all night I am not a happy camper today. As I sit here with 3 of the 4 kids up Anger and Trent are still sawing logs.
