Marry what-ch-ma-call-it to all.....

The holiday season has begun. So of coarse, the jerk in me has to post lovely Facebook comments about my thoughts on the holiday. "Ugh, why are christians so crazy about its "Merry Christmas", "put christ back in...." "happy holiday is for the devil lovers" (I haven't heard that one but it's comming I can feel it) The christ day your speaking of is one commercialized piece of junk anyhow. The owners of wal-mart are getting rich off everyone, is that in the bible? '......and on this day Sam Walton's family will get richer'!? Other religions are not shoving there god down the world's throat. Why do christians? Don't even get me started on the *Secular* poem "Pledge of Allegiance" I will wait for a patriotic holiday for that. one." Sometimes I get in a mood and I can't help myself. This was a rebuttal to a post that said something about putting christ back in to somewhere and jesus hate presents or something like that. (please don't quote me). Then later that same day the same person was crying that her kids won't have christmas becasue they don't have money for presents. See?! It's not my fault! Can you blame me?

Someday I want to celebrate the New Year with gifts instead of the normal christian thing. My plan, after the kids don't care about Santa, is to hopefully celebrate the New Year with gifts and food. What would be a better way to start the new year? Don't get me wrong. I freakin' love the holiday's. I love buying presents and who doesn't love getting new shit? I like the twinkling lights and some of the music. The 'problem' is I am a very secular person and CHRISTmas is pretty far from secular. You know?

Slight change of subject: I bought Nathaniel's what-cha-ma-call-it present yesterday. I am so excited to give it to him. He is getting it on a secret day, there is one other person who knows when I am going to give it, and she is not going to tell!!!  I think we are about done with the boys presents, I am most excited about the picture frames we are giving each of the boys with a picture of Nathaniel and I in it. I am sure that will be the least favorite this year, but someday they will love it.

Vegan Thanksgiving

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. A day where around 14 million turkeys will be slaughtered for gluttony. These turkeys are living in un-natural and dangerous conditions. I know my answer will never be answered but why is it not okay to abuse a dog or a cat, for example. But it is okay to let chickens, turkeys, cows, ect. to live in disgusting abusive conditions? Really, it boggles my mind. YES I said boggles!

Jake the turkey wants you to click him and watch the commercial.

 What am I eating tomorrow?
tofurkey w/ stuffing
brown rice and veggies with vegan mushroom gravy
vegan Pumpkin pie with soy whipped cream
Homemade cranberry sauce
~1 cup orange juice
~1 cup sugar
~1 tbs. orange peal 
~1 bag of cranberries
~1/2 cup crushed pecans 
In a pan over medium heat combine orange juice/sugar/peal when combined add washed cranberries cook for about 10 mins. or until cranberries are 'popped' pour sauce in a shallow container and top with crushed pecans.
silk egg nog
Yum.

180 degrees

Today, during this news cast I will cover pink eye, pooping, and trailer trash. Its a life a mother can only live.

I have another "Role" I need to add to my title; the defeater of the dreaded PINK EYE! I rotated the tea bags and the Similasan Pink Eye Relief. The drops helped enough with all the horrible symptoms. E didn't even rub his eyes after I started using the drops. The tea is supposed to be antibacterial. Hurray! He say he is feeling much better already. I will keep up with this routine for another day or two, or until all the pink is gone. I am happy I escaped going to the doctor and skipped a round of an antibiotic. I wish people would figure out that too many antibiotics are hurting us. MRSA, VRE, C-Diff, all from too many antibiotics. While in Walgreens a pharm-tech was helping me find the drops I wanted and she said right away "If he has pink eye, you HAVE to take him to the doctor and get an antibiotic, or it will mess up his vision". Ummmm, when I had to endure the pink, I didn't take an antibiotic to cure it and guess what? Holt shit I can still SEE!!!! That's the problem people are programmed to think antibiotics are the only cure for everything. Thank you pharmaceutical companies. Thank you.

In other news:  Avery poop in the potty today!! Hurray. Well, he kind of missed and it went on the floor, so what I really should have said is he pooped on the bathroom today! Very exciting life I live. Whoooo.

This just in: Update on Trailer Trash from hell. Last night we were fed up that the manger would not answer our questions so we went to her house. She acted like a fool. I was trying to use my word carefully and controlled. I was angry but I wasn't yelling or being disrespectful. she told me "I am not talking to you" Crazy Then her 20 something livin' in a trailer with mama sons came outside to defend her or something. When were we leaving with nothing more than loud words and a wrong number, one of her sons yelled in a threatening way "you better show some f-ing respect" to me. Nathaniel, proceeded to to tell him to not speak to his wife like that and the son of the manger threatened to kick Nathaniel's ass. Oh geeze. Nathaniel is not really a fighter. He wont start them but he will defend if needed.  What he does is kick a person from the inside, and he won't call names. He finds the thing that could really bother a person like "crack" teeth and uni-brows, and really beat them with words, he used his words brilliantly and we left. We thought this was going to be the end all, she would never do anything for us again. Even though it wasn't our fault her sons thought it was a good idea to be trash and try to fight. After a night of worry, Finally got the cell number of the owner, we called he answered, he was happy to speak with Nathaniel. The owner told Nathaniel the person is approved to live there, just like that.  Absolute relief.

Lets recap:Yesterday I was worried our place would never get sold, and after that display of testosterone I was convinced our windows were going to be smashed in the night. Pink eye and a baby who will never do anything more than flush a toilet.
Today: Our place is sold, pink eye is better and the baby pooped on the floor. Some would call this a good day......I would call it a great day!!!

California here we come!!!

One Pink Eye

It's a bird.......it's a plane.........it's conjunctivitis!!!

Ellis's eye started the day like an enemy that won't leave you alone. I had to endure this lovly eye satan a few months ago, I know how my little E feels. Like shit  =(

We are not a family to run to the doctor at every sniffle, so I opened my trusty Natural Healing books and found some interesting ways to help heal pink eye. I didn't have most of the herb the book called for so I hit up walgreens and bought the homeopathic pink eye drops I used and some tea. I am going to use this for another half of a day and if those don't work. I read something about apple cider vinegar. We will have to try that around 2pm tomorrow if I feel like E's eye is not looking any better. I know people have done it but I don't want it to hurt him, I will be putting ACV in my eye tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Arrrrrrrgggggg! Look at my eye patch!

Trailer Trash Supreme.

Whooooooo eeeeeeeeeeeee!!! We have ourselves a prime example of trailer trash here!! Yes sir-eeeee!
It's fine if you might think I am rude, mean, or other bad words I don't feel like saying right now, I went a liiiiitle too far here;but you know what?! I live in a dang trailer too. I call my self trailer trash with a smile. It's funny.

This new manager of the park is so unbelievable. What do I expect though; trailer park says everything.  She is the most unprofessional person I have ever had the joy to speak with. 5% could be my fault, okay I will take credit for 10%; but that's it! I come at her with an attitude that I seriously can't help. She leaves us messages reminding us the owner is a Lawyer if our rent is 1 day late. She leaves notes on our door almost everyday for rules I do not think exist, she tells us things like; I will have to call you back for whatever, then she doesn't call us and leaves a note saying we didn't do whatever. Even though we said things will be resolved when she calls us back. I wish I could play her message that she left today, she said lawyer like 3 times, and legally we have done nothing wrong. I believe she is threatening us, trying to scare us with "the owner is a lawyer". When I called her back. it got to the point of me telling her that "this conversation is unbelievable and she is the most unprofessional person I have ever had to deal with". She proceeded to tell me that she 'heard I was a nurse' and asked me if I 'knew what tachycardia was' and then tried to tell me that I, yes I said "I", was going to send her to the hospital tonight. Whoo lady, It not my fault you are freaking out cause I have a bad attitude. Then miss professional starting asking everyone around her if she was being ridiculous. After that she told me that her HUSBAND was part manger too. Another threat? Yep I think so.....a true professional at her finest. With any hope I will be driving away to California next week with a smile on my face and a middle finger in the air.

(FYI: The kids eyes will be closed during this public display of hatred towards the trailer park)

Good Day.

True Story

People who yell at there kids at their (kids) every move, tell them things like, "Oh you want a kiss, if I kiss you will you pick up your toys?", never check homework, send them to school with no bath for half the week and send the kids to their room all day for nothing more than being kids, should be sent away and have their baby making parts ripped out. Your wrecking little peoples lives already, you can NOT do that to anymore. DONE and DONE! There are so many people in the world that would do anything to love the kids who are screamed at, whose self-esteem is being battered, and kids who are being taught they are lesser human beings.
I don't make these things up.....a true story I have seen with with my own eyes.

Next year is going to be a crazy year I just know it. After we find a new place to live, that is large enough to hold more little beings, we are going to start the process of being certified to foster/adopt a child.We definitely an intent to adopt someday. We both feel like we have so much love to give and since there are so many kids in the U.S. that needs the love we have it seems like a great match. Next year is going to be a very exciting time for us.

I just have to figure out how I am going to be there with out actually being there. Little kids won't understand the distance. 2050 miles away is a little far.

Spirited Baby Cake

Awwwwww........Look at that baby with his big brother. Sweet as pie. Avery to the world, baby cakes to me. This babe was coming at the perfect time. Nathaniel had a sweet job and we had a nice apartment.Cool let's have another kid. Well, life likes to be crazy, no straight lines in this family. What was I thinking, straight line ha!? Right before Christmas 2008 Nathaniel got laid off and that was it. He didn't work again for over a year. It did not really matter that we didn't have a lot of money when our Baby-Cakes came; we were in love. I was so happy after he was born, the tiredness of having a newborn didn't hit me for at least a month.

I should have known that this boy would be trouble from the start. I was more miserable than I ever, during my pregnancy. I was sick for months. I would come home from work and cry, my body hurt so bad. Maybe I felt so much joy after he was born because I didn't feel like shit anymore.

Fast forward 2.5 years in to Avery cake's life and we have struggles all day every day. This was today, yesterday the day before and will be tomorrow:

We wake up damn early every day. After many screams, loud laughs, tons of messes, we make it to lunch after lunch nap. The nap will include Avery getting up about 1,000 times screaming for an hour. Sleep. After Nap more playing, screaming, being very loud. Crazy-ness. Diner then bed. Don't be surprised when I tell you bed time is the same as nap an hour (sometimes 2), screaming and getting up. During all this we try to do art and fun. Between every activity its screaming and crying. Lets not talk about the car seat. Avery most hated enemy.

I think I figured it out. I think I have a spirited child! That's it he is strong-willed and we can't be the same with him as we do with Ellis. We just can't. But the problem is I don't know what to do about all the screaming, fighting, hitting, biting. I was thinking about buying a book called, "Raising Your Spirited Child Rev Ed: A Guide for Parents Whose Child Is More Intense, Sensitive, Perceptive, Persistent, and Energetic"
It seems like a good book, Ellis is also pretty sensitive so I bet this would give me some good tip for helping him too! I am liking all the good reviews and the parts of the book I read on-line seem like something we could do. I am going to keep with my research and order the book next week when the funds will allow. I hope this works. Of coarse I want him to grow up and be a emotionally stable person. I also need to be emotionally stable!

Yes, that is permanent marker!

It's time to get one word smarter, your welcome.

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Adjective:	(of a person or behavior) Unconventional and slightly strange: "my eccentric aunt".
Noun:	A person of unconventional and slightly strange views or behavior.
^ ^ ^ No not like that lady ^ ^ ^	adjective.  odd - strange - quaint - peculiar - bizarre - cranky noun.  crank - original Hell no ~~~> Boring, common, dull, normal, ordinary, plain, regular, standard, unexciting, or usual.   ***Please thank the writers of the dictionary for this wonderful and informative post***

so it begins......

I have been thinking about writing on a blog website for a long time. My mind runs so fast I feel better when I can write it out. Why don't you just grab a freakin' pen and journal?! Well.....it's 2011 and like the rest of the world, I don't know what a piece of paper is. I am now going to dish my whatevers in one spot on the world wide spidy web! Sweet. My lovely friend Tricia started a blog on this site. I was like duh I should do this too. I need to.

Dear Me,

**Who the fuck are you?**

First things first I am a mom. Not only a mom but a "mama" to two awesome boys. They are a wild team one pouts a lot, one screams a lot. We are a noisy, kinda grumpy, kinda happy-go-lucky bunch. Not sure what I would do without my Ellis and Avery. Seriously, probably dead or jail. Everything I do is for them. All the coffee I drink, hours I work, books I read, and dishes I wash it's for them.

Role #2 wife. I have the best husband. Why is he the best? He puts up with a lot of my shit. Not shit I mean to dish just my messy brain that likes to move too fast. Its jumbled and he fixes the pieces. I have never had more fun and bad times with a person. We have been though a lot and we can still laugh together. Thats what its all about. Annnnnnnd it helps that he tells me sweet things like: "When we move we should get a dog. A dog will help complete our family." Awwwww cute as shit huh? I love it.

3rd: Teacher. We are a homeschoolin' family. It's rough sometimes still smoothing wrinkles, crappy curriculum hasn't helped. I have done some crazy research and I am understanding/learning how Ellis needs to learn and how I want to teach. I think we are about the same if I am bored with something he is too. First grade is going to be so awesome I know it!

*So Ummmmmmm how do you make money for all that glitter and google eyes?*

I am a patient care tech!! So there.
My job is a job that's easy to love and for some easy to hate. I worked in a hospital (yes workED, I will get to that sometime soon) I was practically the nurses bitch. Do this do that. Sounds bad huh? Well the reason why a pct needs to do this and that is because of the patients. Some people are sick as shit with terrible cancers you wouldn't wish on your enemy. Some can't breath or have a crazy weird rash. Others had parts of there body taken OUT of their body, and you know what they all need? Help. They need someone to help them with a private part of their life and sometimes even their privates. Some need physical help others just need a laugh. They don't want to be there. I have to get water and temperatures, enemas, and dump pee. BUT my real job is to try and make them have a okay time. I know what to say to strangers, ask the right questions, know when to shut up, bring a wash cloth for their head, without asking. I figured that stuff out and it makes it easy to love it. Believe it or not a hospital is a damn busy place you never know what you will get yourself in to. No need to jump out of an airplane for adrenaline. Just help save a life. Crazy.

**Describe you in 44 words, NOW! **
I'm a punkish, tattooed, mixed up, mama. Who is kinda artsy, a vegan, runner, wife. I Swear like a sailor so put your damn ear muffs on. I am girl who wants to do some damn good in the world if it kills me.

Love,
Me