Update

For those who come here from my blogger account seeing me comment around, I feel I should let you know where I am now.

onelastlyric.wordpress.com

xoxox

***ANNOUNCEMENT***

Good In Theory is moving. Its been grand here, but its time for some change. Come follow me on over loves.....

Right this way....

It's All So Frustrating...

Before I had kids I was told how expensive they are.

They are.

However unhealthy kids are EXPENSIVE.

It sucks, its not like we have a choice to do the treatments or not to.

I’m trying to get some help with the cost through different federal programs for chronically ill children, however they take 4-6 months to hear if they even accept the application!!

4-6 months?? What about now?

And the hoops you have to go through to even apply. I’m told they make it so difficult to apply and have the waiting period to see if you’re really serious.

Hello? We’re taking about sick children here…

Oh Yeah He So Owes Me...

Would you like to know how my weekend alone started? Well buckle your seat belts, because it started out with a BANG.

This morning after Chad took off the boys were playing nicely in their room. I checked on them and they were playing with their puzzles the phone rang and I went to get it. Ten minutes [TOPS] later I go back to check on them and they had gotten a bottle of sun block out of the changing table drawer and it was everywhere.

Lotion smeared all over the floor, I went a flying on my ass when I walked in, lotion smeared all over their beds, all over their clothes in the armoire. A mess….

Well while they ate lunch I went in and cleaned it up. I thought I got it all until a little while later Carter was in there and I hear screaming I run in to find sun block all rubbed into his eyes up his nose and in he’s mouth!! I hurry to clean it all off him and get it out of he’s eyes.

At this point I have no idea how much he may have swallowed, if his eyes are going to be all right, they’re all puffy and reddish purple. So I call the doctor to get an opinion… that was to call Poison Control. So I do. Dave that was his name, tells me that the concern was more of the eyes. So this is what he had me do.

I was to do a “medical eye flush”. I was to wrap him in a towel mummy style and hold him down flat in the tub and take a cup of warm water and pour it his eyes for 15 minutes. Boy was that fun!!

Then I had to call my buddy Dave back at the Poison Control and update him and get further instructions. Which is to watch him and make sure he didn’t scratch his eye to where an infection would sit in, which for him would be bad.

So that is how my weekend alone started. If this is any indication of the rest of the weekend…I’m in for one looong long weekend!!

All By Myself...

Well Chad has left me.

For the weekend that is.

He will be gone till Sunday.

I’m a little nervous.

Chad’s been away on weekends before, but not since we’ve been here.

In this house in this new neighborhood.

By myself.

Does anyone want to keep me company for the weekend?

What's In A Name...

Apparently Katie means:

Pure, Virginal.

This got a laugh from the peanut gallery.

::blink blink::

What?? Am I not?

Rotten

Need I say more?

Today We Awake...

“That’s what happens when the only voice she ever hears is telling her she can’t.”

This morning as I was doing something I do every day I actually stopped and paid attention as I did it. What you ask? Well I’ll tell you.

Every morning when Chad leaves for work the boys and I see him off at the door. The boys give him hugs and kisses and then get the door for him and we wave bye. Today as Carter was waving bye and I was holding Levi on my hip and he was calling out telling Chad he loved him… I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

Here I have been sitting feeling like a failure in comparison to all those around me my age that are doing exciting things, went to college, got great jobs, etc. And here I am never went to college struggling and fighting, HOWEVER, look what I do have. Here I stand with two little guys that love me and a Man that adores me, even if I do have to talk him into making out with me…[I’ll never let that go honey…haha]. And even though it’s a fight and a struggle I’m living the dream. The 1950’s family American Dream…. So I’m a few decades off…What of it? I’ve always been a little off.

So they went to college, got smart got a good job…live in fancy exciting places. But are they happy? We all have our struggles our sadness, no matter what we do or accomplish in our lives. We all gave up some dreams to be where we are. That doesn’t make us any less worthy of happiness, Nor does not being what we're told we should be and do in live to be ‘successful’.

We make are our own dreams, our own joys… If only we open our eyes to see them.

Ownership...

Of your feelings

Actions

Beliefs.

Ownership.

Dream it… Be it… Own it.


Now if I could just listen to myself….

Excuse Me...

::steps on to soap box…clears throat::

Vermont: A guy kidnaps a four-year-old boy and sexually molests him ten times. When the bastard was caught do you know what the judge gave him???

A 22$ fine and probation!!!! That way the judge said he could go to rehab. Hello?? He’s not a drug addict or an alcoholic…. And the 22$ fine is just insulting to that boy and his family.

Apparently Vermont and Montana are still under the delusional opinion that sex offenders can be rehabilitated. Drug dealers get more time in jail.

The bastard deserves to rot in jail.

::steps off of soap box::