Got bored went home...

My sister came over tonight with all of her kids and her borrowed daughter. I made meat loaf, mashed potatoes, broccoli cheddar, and biscuits. Not to mention muffins for dessert. This is my usual fall night. I enjoy having everyone over to eat. I have a huge table and lots of chairs for everyone. After dinner my sister and I took some time to compare our bridesmaid dresses for my little brothers wedding. Which is in 16 days. I showed her my daughters dresses and shoes. I know we are exciting people aren't we?! Once the dress comparing came to an end...10 minutes tops. We sat all the kids down in the living room to watch a movie. It was on Nickelodeon. The movie was called "Fred the movie" Clever I know. In the movie the prepubescent teenage boy was in love with a girl named Judy. We laughed the entire way through the movie. My three year old even found it funny. For me it was a little funnier every time this character said the name Judy.
Flash back to this past summer.....
My children were outside playing on a Friday evening. I was in the kitchen making tacos. Friday has become Taco Night. The children look forward to it all week. They tell all of their friends about our families taco night. This taco night was no different from any other. I kicked the kids outside to play while I got everything ready. When dinner was ready I yelled off the back deck that dinner was ready. All of them came rushing from the park next door. You would swear I never feed them. My fiance loves to have races and contest. This was not the first time they had a taco eating contest. The rules were simple who could eat one the fastest and who could eat the most. You will never believe who won....My fiance. (I swear he has a tape worm) That night we ate over thirty tacos between all of us. It was almost dark when we finished.
After dinner I started the usual bedtime procedures of showers snack and teeth brushing. With all the children tucked in bed my fiance and I finally laid down. We had plans for the next day. Not that I can remember what those plans were. But I have a good excuse the only thing that stands out to me from that day was the note written in chalk at the bottom of my steps. We were headed out to get all the kids in the car when I turned around to read what it said.

GOT BORED
WENT HOME
JUDY

I had no idea who Judy was. I was telling my fiance what was written on the sidewalk. My children chimed in with a little help. Apparently the night before just before dinner was done they were playing with a little girl they had just met at the park. When I yelled that dinner was done. My children told Judy to just wait for them in our yard and they would be right back out. Needless to say they never did make it back out.
So to Judy I say this. Sorry they forgot about you and thanks for the note.

Charming

A few days ago while randomly shuffling through blogs. I came across a blog entry of a girl from California who recently moved to Australia. I believe the name of the blog was Hed Down Under. (sorry I do not know how to link it) She was talking about shopping for a charm bracelet to represent her new and old life. It inspired me. Not to move to Australia...although that would be awesome. It made me want to get a charm bracelet. One that represented me and my life. I do not mean one of those pandora beaded charms ones either. If I wanted a beaded bracelet I would have my kids make me one. After some deliberation and my fiance offering to pay for it I did some research. I did what most people do these days. I posted it on my facebook wall asking for peoples input on where I should get it from. I forget who mentioned Confers Jewlers in Bellefonte but who ever did...Thank You.
I went to confer today with my mom and my two youngest children. We got there not long after 11am. For those of you who know my mother you will know that that was a task in it of itself. ( She is almost non functioning before 2pm) I spent an hour flipping through the book of charms. I was having trouble deciding what would best to describe my children in charm form. I wanted one for all five of my own children and one for my fiance. I finally came up with some pretty solid ideas. I will run through them for you and if you have a better idea it may be to late cause I already ordered them.

Fiance-----> Wrench...he is a mechanic
Son # 1----->Angel wings...he passed on 4/26/03 from cancer
Daughter#1-----> Princess Tiara...a complex she was given by a family friend before birth
Daughter #2----->Microphone...she is my little performer
Son #2-----> Dollar sign...his nick name is MONEY
Daughter #3----->Jack o Lantern...she was born on Halloween

I feel pretty confident that those will translate well for them when they are older. I am sure my collection of charms will not end there. I have my eye on a few more. So if any of you are wondering what do I need for the following holidays...Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Kwanzaa CHARMS! Here are a few examples four leaf clover, skull, Celtic symbol, and a tattoo gun would be sweet. Although I did not notice that last one in the book. LOL Seriously though I am so excited about this bracelet. I am not real big on jewelry I have worn the same necklace and earrings for that last ten years and have no urge to switch it up. I am thinking this charm bracelet will be the same way. Only difference is I can add to it and make it my own.

I sleep with my door open.

Sorry I have not had a post in a few days. It has been a crazy week. I had a little sit down meeting with my fiance and his ex wife to go over some issues we were having. Needless to say that did not go well. It did however further prove to me that she truly is jealous and bitter. I will give you just one small example of how I came to that conclusion. This womans number one issue that she wanted to go over was the fact that we locked our bedroom door at night. REALLY?! I took the subtle approach at first. I explained how our door is not locked all night, just for an hour or two. She still insisted that this was a problem for her 6yr old son. Something about he needed the reassurance in the middle of the night that we were still there? Yes that was the best she came up with. She claims to sleep with her door open all night. When I further explained that most nights we do not go to bed til 2 am. She quickly responded with "Well he sometimes gets up at 3am." I was begining to see this was a I broke my arm in two places and she broke hers in three kinda thing. After five minutes of her trying to tell me how inappropriate I was for locking my bedroom door I whispered across the table. "We lock our door cause we are busy." Of course she had nothing to say to that and changed the subject.
I learned from that small part of the conversation that day. She truly is jealous. If she thinks some made up story of child insecurities is going to keep me from having sex in my own house she needs therapy. Her son has never voiced any of these concerns to us. Maybe it is true. Maybe at her house those things happen. My question to her is...How often do you leave your children home alone at night that they need to check your bed for your where abouts? I wish I would have thought of that while she was across the table from me. I doubt I will ever have the oppurtunity to do so.
I am thankful for everything that I have in my life. My fiance really is a wonderful loving person. I believe we bring out the best in eachother. Guess that was something she just was unable to do. The saying is true..."You do not know what you have until it is gone." In my case I already know and I have no plans on making any changes.

Bitter Bitches make me sick

I do not even know where to begin. I have such an inner turmoil going on right now. It has to do with my fiances ex wife. She hates me for whatever reason. I think it has alot to do with the statement..."You don't know what you had until it is gone." She sent him a text message not to long ago telling him how she missed him and wished that things were the way they used to be. The message went on to say some other things about the hows and whys their relationship failed. In the end she blamed herself. Which is why it is so hard for me to understand why she acts as if I stole her man. They were divorced for at least two years when I met him. She tried numerous times to run me off with all the drama she caused. I never even considered it. I love this man with or without all this mess going on. We are perfect for each other. Maybe that is what eats her up inside. I made it work with him where she could not.
I wish the problem was as easy as that. Although it is not. Her hate for me has trickled down to the two children they have together. As much as this woman tries to convince me that she has never spoken a single bad word to her kids about me I know better. Just last weekend her six your old son spent the day with me because my fiance was working. The entire day was fine he played and had no problems. As we were heading back to the car he turns to me and says that his mom hates me. Now my first reaction was to agree but he is six and I was sure that he had no idea what he had just said. I tried to reassure him that she in fact did not hate me. Who would say such a thing I asked him. He quickly replied with..."MY MOM." I stood there stunned that this conversation was taking place. I just laughed it off but he apparently wanted to make sure that I heard him right cause he repeated it several times after that. He did good cause his point came across loud and clear his mom hates me. Now I can't say that my feelings were hurt. This woman is not worth the time of day. Yet it still bothers me that someone would poison an innocent child to hate a person who helps care for him.
The story does not end here. After a series of events yesterday this woman felt like she should contact me and reassure me that she does not have a problem with me. I proceeded to tell her all the things that her children have told me over the last year or so that I have been in their lives. Of course she denied every ounce of it and stuck to her story of she does not hate me. Her tuned changed when I struck a nerve of how she does not address the problems that her children have. Her son wets the bed still at the age of six. He was diagnosed with a medical condition and has since been put on medication to help stretch his bladder. That is not the problem, the problem is that he has told me and my fiance and several occasions that he wets the bed at his moms house every night too. When asked if he gets a shower in the morning he said no. Come on what kind of mother sends their child to school smelling like urine. When I brought this to her attention her first response was that he does not pee the bed. As we got further into the conversation of bed wetting she again changed her story and said that she does clean him up in the morning. Now if I have not lost you I am sure that you can already see the problem with her story. If he does not wet the bed then what are you cleaning up? This is just one of many examples of how she put her foot in her mouth.
The phone conversation eventually ended when I asked her about the text she sent to my fiance saying how she missed him. At first she denied that those messages even existed. Luckily I saved those messages that were time/date stamped. She had backed herself in a corner. She had spent the last twenty minutes telling me how much of a worthless person my fiance was and that she was the one that kicked him out and she hated him and blah blah blah. Now with contradicting evidence right in her face she did what every bitter bitch does. She hung up and called my fiance to tattle on me. LMAO!
The turmoil comes from the fact that I feel like sides need to be chosen. My fiance talked to his daughter today and of course her mother already told her her side of the story which I am sure amounted to..."She started it!" Classy I know. When he called to tell me that he had talked to his daughter he hinted to the fact that he took a neutral position. WHAT? I guess he told his daughter that none of it should have happened and everyone was out of line. WTF. Mind you this woman contacted me through text message first and when she felt like she was losing the battle she called me. I have never spoken more than two words to this woman. So to call me she must have had something real good to say right? WRONG! She spent most of the time on the phone telling me half truths about her past and current relationship with my fiance. She was the one name calling and screaming. I never once called her out her name. I may have sounded hoodtastic but that is what you get when you make me mad. So why was it that when he talked to his daughter he didn't stick up for me? I mean really I think I at least deserved that. Had she not contacted me none of it would have happened. Was it my fault that the truth hurt her so much? Now I feel some sort of way with the thought of having the kids up here this weekend. She told me that both her kids hate me. I know she is a compulsive liar but where do I go from here. I have four of my own kids to worry about and keep happy. I just don't know if I can do for those kids what I do for my own. My own kids show me love and appreciation. The smiles on their faces are what keeps me going. I don't get the same response from his kids. I just don't know what the next step should be. This every weekend shit just does not work. They really are only here for a day total and that day is spent hating on me mostly. I almost wish that we had moved far far away so that an extended summer vacation is all I had to deal with.

Its the little things...

I got my son a new pair of shoes today. Not because he needed them for school or anything after all he is only three. I got them cause I loved them. They were the cutest shoes I have come across. Usually boys shoes are not fun. There are no cute sparkles or gems. No pink bows or lace. I have three girls so when I think of cute shoes that is what comes to mind. My son would have no quams with wearing such cute pretty in pink shoes. He loves to have his hair done with hairspray. Just the other day my two daughters were kind enough to do his makeup. He "lobed it" (loved) as he says about most things. Growing up in a house of all girls must be hard for him. Maybe not so much now but definately when he gets older. I take comfort in knowing that he at least has my fiance as a strong male role model. Yet (in no offense to him) he has lacked personal style. Don't get me wrong pirate apparel is hot but in public it does not always fly. LOL. So I have taken it upon myself to choose clothes and accessories for the both of them.

Back to the shoes. Now I said I bought them because I loved them. I never thought for a second what was to follow. After showing my son the shoes he quickly set them on his lap in the cart and began to point out all the familiar faces. After his display of rapid recall he was insistent that we go and pay for them. When I say persistent I mean every three minutes he was yelling PAY! Once the shoes were paid for and safely in a bag he carried his bag to the car. Held the bag on his lap the entire trip home. Carried them up the steps to the house. Where he quickly pulled them from the bag and began insisting that I put them on him. You already know how the insisting thing goes. I cut the tags laced them up and put them on his feet. I am pretty certain they may be one size to big. It does not seem to bother to him in the least. My son has not been outside at all to play yet he has not taken his new shoes off. He is so proud of his shoes he had me take pictures of them and send them to poeple. It is now bedtime and I am having trouble convincing him to take them off. This is a battle I choose to lose. I want my kids to have a happy healthy childhood. If sleeping with your brand new sweet ass shoes that the best mommy in the world bought for you makes you happy. Then by all means that is what he is allowed to do.