What have we gained, what have we lost?

If a whole village REALLY did raise a child, it would be so much easier.

I'm mostly accustomed to my modern comforts...electricity, plumbling, indoor toilets...but sometimes I feel that in the modernization we might have lost something. I hope we didn't lose ourselves. Before blogs, social networking, texting...ppl hand wrote a letter and when we research our ancesters today we look for pieces of paper that we can hold in our hand and smell and feel the weight of...what will our children look for? What will they find?

Childhood: Seize it!

Kylie has failed two hearing test at school and we have an appt. with an audiologist on Tuesday.

Sometimes I think I may be the meanest person in the world and other times I feel like a tiny bit of putty or a rubber ball being kicked around or like a leaf being blown by the wind...I feel delicate and soft and like I will break. I mostly feel this way when it comes to my children.

It started me thinking (the phone call from the nurse) about diseases and cancers that effect children....how very VERY awful is that. One of the most beautiful gifts we've ever been given and how must that feel as a parent. When something is WRONG with my child I want it to be something I can fix..something I can medicate, give her my lung, heck I'd give her my heart but what about those times when you cant DO anything. That's got to be the God awfulest feeling in the whole wide world. I can imagine at times like that is when I would hold solid to my belief in God because what else could you do...as I write this I say a prayer for all the children out there...for the lost, the lonely, the ones going to bed on an empty tummy or with a need of any kind...NO CHILD should have anything but the happiest childhood full of wonderful memories. Childhood (as I am fond of saying) is for laughter and light and fun and hugs and candy...childhood is fleeting and we must seize it and make the most of it..for them.

To War or Not to War

Oh gosh, it's been so long. We're all doing well here and that should dispense with the nicesties. <--ok, sometimes I make up my own words. The girls are getting big and they are beautiful as always. HEY, we might even have another one one of these days...

You know I may have posted about this before...I guess I should label my post better but I would just like to post on the fact that I am FREAKIN' Amazing Mom but I'm so much MORE than that. I'm a good wife, lover, friend, Mom, sister, daughter, grandaughter,...I am endless possibilities. You know I was recently reading a book and it spoke about how when a woman dies it is sadder than when a man does and when questioned why this man thought so he said something that I thought was meaningful and beautiful...When a woman dies, with her dies endless possibilities. Her man, a man, protects and provides for his family but she can always find another one of these but with her dies more than that. I don't know if he meant it as such but I also like to think that a woman is full of eggs and she alone can nurture with her body those eggs and the children that they will make...I mean from woman comes all HUMANITY. The man might provide the sperm but he cannot carry, bear or even care for those children like a woman can...like a real woman can. Because in pointing this out I must point out those that do not conform to this description..women who are crappy mothers because there are those out there too. NOT as many women fail at being great Moms as men fail at being great Fathers but I think they are notable because I find them the most disgusting and degrading of all. We, women, are made to nurture..do you know I was thinking the other day that's why women aren't made for war. I was watching "Hurt Locker" and it's about the war and it shows men...men doing things that I don't know, as women, if we COULD do because we're not meant to. We are made for nurturing and caring and I would like to point out that that does not mean we CAN'T fight but we will fight only when backed into a corner mostly, we will fight when protecting our homes or our children. We don't fight because we like it or we have blood lust ...we fight to save what we nurture. That's why I was thinking that if there were (God forbid!) war IN this country that directly threatened my home or children then I would be more willing, eager even, to pick up my 'sword and shield' so to speak and protect me and my own. And I also might add that women are usually ferocious fighters when backed into a corner. We're notable for our voracity and tenacity. You think having an arguement with a woman is difficult, you should see what will happen if you threaten her or most of all her children. We will die to protect them. We will kill to protect them ...and no one NO ONE should ever doubt this.

P.S. I would like to point out that when speaking of women in general I know that we are all not the same ...I was mostly speaking of myself and my feelings.

P.S. 2 In speaking of fighting I mean fighting like war, to the death...not the argument you have with your spouse or the neighbor next door. I meant picking up your gun or your knife with the intent to kill another human being..

It's been awhile since I blogged. Too busy living life to write about it. Life is taking up all my time. I've been going through something...not sure what it is but with 30 looming around the corner...I've been distracted, moody, up and down,...riding the roller coaster of life. I mean my marriage is in better shape than ever. My kids are happy. It's just something within myself. Something I've been trying to keep to myself. I'm not unhappy just feeling restless. I've been spending some time with the 'what ifs' of life and I'm finding that the life I have now is the best one I could have had. I've contacted and spoke to old acquaintances, boyfriends, friends, lovers...Just spending some time in the past which isn't like me. I'm usually one to always look to the future. I guess turning 30 has made me turn backwards. I've been considering a tattoo...spending time reliving the 'glory days' of old..I guess turning 30 is doing a number on me which I totally expected. Sometimes it seems this phase of my life (whatever it is) has passed and other times it feels like I'm dead center in the middle of it. Maybe I need a change..not a big one if a little one would do. I don't know anymore..I just don't know..

VENT

Oh my god, I have so got to VENT. I don't seem to have alot of places to vent these days. I can't do it on my myspace or my facebook because usually the ppl I'm venting about are ON THERE. So I'm gonna vent here...where to start..

I contacted my old bf from h.s. on facebook a month or two ago. I know, probably a bad idea but I figured I could totally handle it. Well, I did totally handle it..well, for the most part. In the first couple of emails I might have wrote stuff that I wouldn't have my hubby read (which is my way of deciding if what I'm writing is 'BAD' or not. I ask myself, "Would I let Foy read this?") but I soon calmed down and realized that it was just gonna be friendly stuff and it was nice to get back in touch. Well, I gave him my phone number a couple of weeks ago (probably another bad idea) and he never called so today I just dropped a line ..literally one line..to say,"you said I would hear from you and I haven't." I figured I'd get like..I don't know..he's been busy, he lost the number ..whatever and instead I get an email FROM HIS ACCOUNT from HIS AUNT saying that if I truly care about Roger that I will not try to talk to him. Talking about the past makes him sad and it's not good for him. Man, I'm gonna go paste it from my facebook. You gotta see this..


Ginger, This is Jennifer, Roger's aunt and you need to stop emailing him. You hurt him deeply and it is not a good idea for you to keep communicating with him. There are reasons I will not discuss with you, but he should not talk to you because it makes him sad to think about the past. Please, if you care for him at all, leave him alone.

Thanks, Jennifer

So I guess you should know some things before I go on explaining. I did hurt Roger badly. I mean, really badly, but before I go into my explanation I would like to say that I emailed his Grandmother (who acts as his mother) at the same time that I emailed him and apologized to her for what I had done to Roger and told her that I hoped he would talk to me. She said and I quote "that's ancient history". So I figured if she felt that away and then Roger responded in the nicest way to my emails that we were safe to talk and going to get over our past. I cheated on Roger. I know that seems...common but.. I usually don't tell this story cuz it makes me sound horrible and...slutty..which I was. lol. Hey, I'm trying to laugh about it. The story might tell a little too much about my vicious nature, which I can be, or it might just make me look bad. It is ancient history and it's some of the dirtiest parts of my ancient history.

The Story:

You have to understand how much Roger loved me. Oh, he had his problems. He dealt drugs, did more than he dealt and lived a pretty 'high' life in the lowest kind of way. He traveled and hung with assorted character, most of them bad. In saying this, understand that I am not a drug person. I have always been willing to confess to my vices and drugs aren't one of them. Oh, I've done a few here and there but not much and it's just not my thing. Roger knew this about me and actually liked it about me. He loved me. We were connected at the hip. We did everything together. We made love constantly, like rabbits, actually that's what I remember the most. Ha. I was unhappy for different reasons and we had both hurt each other in our relationship. Actually he'd done most of the hurting me. He cheated on me with this girl and broke up with me and then wanted me back. He took someone else to Junior prom cuz my parents forbade me to date him so we were dating in secret. BUT we were together and had tentative plans to live together, be married, have children..But somewhere along the way, those plans weren't for me. I met other guys, saw other guys and slept with other guys behind his back. It finally culminated in him catching this guy in my apartment..naked..hiding in the closet. (like I said, this story doesn't make me look good). His name was Jake and after he ran out of the apartment, naked ..leaving me with a furious Roger..it was so over. It wasn't even really on ..I was just screwing him for fun. Roger hit me. And the funny thing is, and you have to be in a situation like this to get it, I thought he was gonna rape me. This is a man who I had had sex with MANY times but if he had forced himself on me at that moment..it would have been rape. I was yelling for him to get out of the apartment and he hit me..several times. The only one that left a mark was when he back-handed me across the face and blacked me eye and broke blood vessels in it. He got between me and the door and blocked my path to get out. Then he moved away from the door to go to the kitchen and get a knife and I thought he was gonna kill me. I thought I was gonna die there. I ran outside, wrapped in a sheet and I was gonna call the cops. He walked out of the apartment with blood streaming down his wrists where he had slit them and I told him 'good, I hope you kill yourself'. This is the kind of violent ending we had to the longest relationship I've ever had besides me marriage. I tried to get him back after that. He treated me badly, saw other girls and made my life a living hell that I probably deserved...THEN I met my husband and things changed, just like that. I was over Roger and I was ready to move on. Or maybe not over Roger but ready to forget that chapter of my life. Roger showed up at my doorstep after I told him that I loved Foy and begged me to marry him and leave town ..right then. I told him no, and that's the last time I saw him. Is that any way to leave a relationship, a friendship? We had/have a past and I want to talk to him. I want to put old things to rest and be his friend cuz I know he could use one. He was always a lost little puppy. We shared things with each other. Stuff that we probably never shared with anyone else, not to mention 5 years of our life together. If he doesn't want to speak to me, then I understand but his overbearing Aunt shouldn't speak for him....

This is what I wrote back to the email above:

Jennifer,I requested to be Roger's friend and assumed when he accepted my request that he was not adverse to the idea of speaking to me. He wrote me back several emails which seemed to confirm this AND I spoke with Ginger and she said (and I quote) that our past was "ancient history". I am confused as to why I would write Roger and get an email from his Aunt when he assured me that these emails were private. I have to assume that he doesn't know your checking his email and that if HE doesn't want to hear from me..I will hear as much from him. You may control Roger as much as you like but don't tell me what I NEED to do and for that matter what I don't need to do.

I know more than anyone ..because I was there, how much I hurt him and for that matter I know what went on in our relationship since obviously I was there and you weren't. Sometimes maybe talking through the past and healing might be the only way to recover. I think we should let Rog put on his big boy pants and make those decisions for himself.

I will not ask your reasons for writing this email and I don't care. The only person I care about and care what his reasons are is Rog. Maybe if he's thinking about the past in a sad way then he needs some help remembering the good things from someone who WAS there for some good times. I do care about him that's why I requested his friendship and wrote him emails. I'm not trying to sabotage his future, make him have any relapses or anything of that kind...I honestly wondered if this was the best thing for me and after speaking to Roger I realized it was. If it's not the best thing for him, I need to hear that from him, Jennifer.

I apologize if this email sounds a bit angry...because I am. When I wrote the previous email I was writing to one person and got a reply from another and that seems a gross lack of privacy for Roger not to mention myself.

THANKS, Ginger

I guess I should also explain because of the devastating effects that our relationship ending had on Roger, he was seeing a psychiatrist and married a girl who he got pregnant soon after because he was on the rebound. She (if possible) did more drugs than him and they divorced with him getting custody of their daughter. Talking to his Grandmother (who never really knew what was going on with Rog anyways) he's doing fine and going to church. From the emails it seems he might have straightened up but you never know. MOST ppl didn't know what Roger's life was like most of the time but me. Other ppl were in and out of his life so much or he hid so much that others never really knew him. I probably knew him better than anyone else...and for that reason, I want to be his friend. He needs one with his Aunt and his Grandmother constantly trying to run his life and tell him what to do.

Oh, and I should explain that is Grandmother's name is GINGER. lol. We have the same name.

So ..I've vented and I feel much better. I think. Judge me as you will. But remember that he without sin should cast the first stone.

Alot about Nothing.

Well, I feel obligated to write a blog since it's been so long and it's late at night which I find to be the worst time to write in my blog but the time when I seem to want to write a blog the most.

Well, we'll start with current events:
I had the baby. Sophie. She's doing well. She's growing. I feel guilty about how much of my time she seems to be taking from the other girls but I hope this doesn't last long. Hopefully she will start sleeping more soon and be less needy. I had my 6 week check-up with the doc. I got the A-ok so my health is fine. The girls see the dentist next month. I need to make Foy and I an appt. My mom is here visiting with my brothers and the weather has sucked the whole time. I am SO over this sucky weather! Kylie is playing softball but both her games have been canceled so far. We're hoping for better weather tomorrow. She starts school on Sept. 8th. I'm trying not to think about it. The first of my children to leave me for a full day of school. I'm excited, scared, nervous for her. Life is fixin' to hit in a big way. We are makin' a visit home to show off the baby the end of August. I'm looking forward to it. Other than that, there is not much going on....

You ever feel like you might have had an epiphany that you should have paid more attention to but somehow you missed the point or forgot the point. It sort of like that feeling that your forgetting something but you don't know what it is...

RELEASE!

I'm not in the mood to argue. I'm in the mood for payback. It's a special mood that I am in. It doesn't hardly ever happen but when it does it means I need to blow off some steam and you better make sure your not in the line of fire. I need shots of tequila and a kick-ass song to shake my booty to. I don't want to talk; I don't need your sympathy; I don't need to cry; I need to break some shit as Limp Bizkit put it. I need to hear music with anger in it. I need someone to buy me another shot not tell me that I should slow down or quit or keep my clothes on or remind me of the consequences. I need you to shut the fuck up and DANCE! I need to be irresponsible and stop thinking all the damn time. I need to quit thinking. I need to not care about tomorrow or the next hour or even the next minute and just live in this moment. I need you to say, "What kind of shot do you wanta try next?" And no I don't want to dance with that guy. I don't want to dance with anyone . I just want to dance and feel free and let the beat take care of what's threatening to explode.

I think ppl who have anger issues should dance more,drink more, get lost in the music. I think it's theraputic and you'd be stupid not to try it. Stop thinking for awhile and let that animalistic instinct take over. Get lost in the moment and forget what you look like or who's looking or all the games. Lose the bullshit and shake it loose. Be free.

I guess some ppl release differently. Some men turn into animals about football or playstation or sex. Some ppl smoke weed or do drugs or have sex or write a song or become very creative or read a book or play a musical instrument. I guess it's all about what you find relaxing and where you can release. But the part about release is at least my way that it's legal and doesn't potential hurt anyone other than myself when I'm hurting the next day or for whatever irresponsible decision I might make.