Monday....

I have decided that I DO NOT like the mornings. I am working first shift right now and that requires me to get up around 5 am. I love staying up late at night but then I pay for it the next morning. One would think that I would learn that I must go to bed at a decent hour in order to be fully awake at work. Yesterday morning I had washed my face with my face soap and poured the shampoo into my hand and then put the shampoo on my face!! As soon as I did it I was awake. I told myself that I would be going to bed at a reasonable hour so that did not happen again, but I did not follow my own advice yet again. Thank goodness there are no hidden cameras in my shower. That must have been quite a sight.
Now for my weekend update. Lets see...Friday night we stopped for tacos and my Prince's favorite cheese sauce at Barbarritos. It was wild in there. There was a lady that was letting her FOUR wild indians run wild. They were running and screaming and jumping on the seats. I had just gotten off of a ten hour shift with a busy radio and tons of crazy people turning themselves in so I was in NO mood to smile and suck it up and watch the out of control children. What's wrong with parents these days? She didn't even attempt to stop the craziness. Anyways not my problem! Saturday was spent working and then we went to a new Japanese restaurant with one of the officers on my team. His girl does my hair when I have the money to get it done. I had never been to this restaurant and since my Prince does not like the food there I thought I should go while I had someone to go with. It was good and we got to bed late but our bellies were full. Sunday I was back at work and I think everyone woke up on the wrong side of the bed and after church they wanted to take their bad day out on someone. That would be me!! My Lt had to kick one irate person out of the PD lobby. That was the highlight of my day!! After work I got my favorite soda and my newspapers and just relaxed. Painted my toes and then stayed up waaay to late watching shows that I had on my DVR. Not very glamorous this weekend, but maybe next weekend will be more newsworthy.....

Kids say the craziest things...

My regular babysitter was taking the day off yesterday so one of my friends at work was watching my Prince. They picked him up at work and went to a few yard sales and then on to McDonalds to play all day long. Somewhere along the way he proceeds to tell my friend that we are trying to save up a thousand dollars and then we are going to adopt another child. WHAT?! Where did he get that idea? I can barely afford one child and I do not have the patience for any more kids. My friend sweet lady that she is says to him why doesn't your mom just have another baby. He in turn says oh, my mom isn't married so she can't have any more kids. So she comes back with maybe we should get your mom married. He agreed with her and they went about their day. I laughed my head off when I heard of this conversation. He is a smart boy and he loves me dearly, but there will be NO MORE CHILDREN in our family. The odd part of all that is that he knows that I cannot have any more children ever, so I thought it strange that he told my friend that the only reason I wasn't having another child was because I was not married. My friend got a good laugh and I am going to try and remember to write that conversation in his "baby" book. I love to go back and read the things that I have put in there. It is crazy how much I forget as time goes by.

Back from nowhere

I have not been keeping up with my blog as you can well see. The time has flown by and so much has changed for me. I sometimes don't want to write about what is going on in my life because I am so frustrated with things. To catch up we bought my dream house, moved in, things got messy, I moved out, we got a divorce and now me and my Prince live in a small two bedroom apartment. The ex kept the house, none of the bills and I paid for the divorce. Needless to say I am a wee bit bitter. I am barely scraping by on my small salary, but I love my job. I struggle every day with trying to decide if we would be better off back at home in California. I just don't know if it would be the right thing to do. I have finally got my act together and we have found a small church to attend. Finally I have found some friendly people. I have run into some very unwelcoming women out here. I will try and update my blog as to our new adventures on a more regular basis. For now its back to work!!

Who Do You Admire?

Here at my house I am the biggest hard ass about little nit picky things. I get this fabulous trait from my beloved mother. Yesterday I was going over the homework and I spied a little piece of paper that my step daughter had in her folder. I immediately snapped at her wanting to know what she was trying to hide. She said it was for an assignment that they were doing in writing. She proceeded to tell me that they were writing about the person that they most admired. I snapped again who are you going to be writing about. She said the person she admired most was me. I immediately felt like total crap. Today as I was going through the homework folders I saw the half finished writing assignment. As I read the paper I started to cry. She said the nicest thing about me. She said that I was teaching her to grow up and be smart and polite. I just felt horrible as I read this paper. I am soooooo hard on this child and she writes a nice paper about me. I do not deserve in any way to be honored in this writing assignment. Her paper has taught me two things. The first is that I need to think before I start reprimanding the kids. I have been way too hard on them. The second thing that I learned is that the things that I am trying to get through to them is actually getting through to them. I am very proud of Kaitlyn. She is a beautiful and intelligent young lady and I hope that she makes all of her dreams come true. Some day maybe she can reconnect with her mom, but for now I will try my best everyday to make sure she is taught the things she needs to know to make her way in this crazy world. I just need to remember to do that in a more kind way, so as to not imitate my own disapproving mother. I'm not bitter or anything....

Sour SIL

I have spent the last few months dealing with a sour SIL. Some days I can stomach the sour puss and some days I want to strangle her and put her out of her misery. I am usually a nice person. I usually would never let anyone know that I do not like them, BUT I am almost to the point of loosing it with this person. I absolutely refuse to go to her house. I will not let my children spend any time alone with her and the holiday season is fast approaching. What am I to do? We recently had a funeral that required the whole family to be together for more than a few days. The day of the funeral I had just had enough of the sour puss poisoning everyone. I had to make an emergency phone call to my sister. I needed to vent before I blew up at my hubby. He was in no shape emotionally to deal with my crazy ranting about his totally out of line sister. The minute our car left the driveway to carry us back home I could hear her poisoning all the remaining family members. I have decided that she is so unhappy with her own life that she is hell bent on making the whole family believe that I am the worst person on the face of the earth. The family lets her continue on because "that is the way she is", but if I speak my mind about anything then I am out of line. Since moving out here I have noticed a big change in her demeanor. Her days are now spent sitting on her back deck slumped in a chair,smoking and complaining about how broke they are and how fat she feels she is becoming. I know that this has become kind of a rant rather than a blog entry, but I just needed to get it off my chest. I don't know how I am going to make it through the holidays. I am hoping that I will not bite my tongue off!!!! Stay tuned.

My Little Prince Is Home

This is my little prince. He has been home for seven days. He was gone for six weeks. I have never been away from him for longer than a few days. It was a long six weeks. He took a red eye flight home and since he was an unaccompanied minor he had to get off the plane last. I was waiting by the gate because I had to get a special security pass and meet him at his gate. This random lady getting off the plane walked up to me and said is your son on this flight? I said why yes he is. She said oh he sat by me and he was such a good boy. He slept the whole way home and she had covered him up with the blanket and made sure he was ok. I was so glad that he was good on the flight. As he got off the plane he was just waking up so he was a little groggy but he woke right up when he saw me. I was of course crying because I was so relieved to have him back and he thought something was wrong. I just told him that I missed him and loved him so much. He has fallen right back into life here at home. This picture that I am posting is one that I took last night. For some reason he loves to draw mustaches and beards on his face with markers. I have told him a million times to knock it off....boys....I am so happy to have my little prince back home with me. I think that he missed me a little. Every day when I get home from work he runs to the door and gives me a big hug and that always makes my day.

The Red Velvet Cake

Yesterday I had the day off. I went to Costco in the morning and then trekked all the Costco purchases up to the second floor. I then put everything away, made lunch, picked up two kids from the relative's house, made another list for Wal Mart, spent an hour plus in Wal Mart, made dinner, cleaned up dinner, made a red velvet cake, made lunch for today for everyone. The red velvet cake was for some of the guys on my hubby's crew. I sent about half the cake and we all had a small piece for desert. I had a quite large chunk left for tonight. Today I worked all day and then had to go sign some papers after work. I got home a little after 7pm. I was going to make dinner and then enjoy a large slice of heaven. As I glided by the counter I stopped in my tracks...could my tired eyes be deceiving me? It could not be...nobody could be that stupid to lick all the frosting off the prized red velvet cake. This was no box cake. This was a made from scratch frosting included cake. I could not believe my eyes. I called, ok I screamed, for all three kids to get into the kitchen pronto. Kaitlyn gave Nicholas this look like now we're caught. I smelled a big rat. To make a long story short all three got spanked before anyone confessed. Nicholas finally said he took one little lick off the top. I was furious. The whole thing was ruined because as he said it tasted good. So sadly..the cake had to go! Hopefully tomorrow will not end on the same note.