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11:32am 04/11/2009 |
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Shannon, that is horrible! I hope they catch them! Did you say something to someone about Mari quitting her job here? They asked me if I discussed it with you and I said it wasn't me that did it. So...I don't know, she is up here talking to Amber and Diana asked me about it.
Mom went to court yesterday and she thinks they said she won. I hope so, I was celebrating the victory anyway! Prayer works and God is good. Today she has a Dr. appointment, I wish I could be there for her. I really want to go. I have two events, one at 1:30 and one at 2. Then off to the court house with Isaac's last report, I hope. He sure got his community service done on the fly, wish it could affect other areas just as positively. See? He could do it if he really tried. I am not getting my hopes up. Things still look bad for Christmas. Well....you win some, you lose some. I've still been blessed in ways this week. If Mom gets a mobile home or something with her settlement we are moving out there, regardless of all the objections. I have to do what I have to. Isaac wants to move to Lubbock and now so does Joe. Well, you can't do those kinds of things without money. Unless he goes without us and his Mom pays his way. We'll see, you all know how skeptical I am. He won't be able to let us go so easily. He has laid down roots with us. We aren't the forgetable type of people. After all, people I don't know from Adam, know who I am......I say....that was just a phase in my life I put aside for better memories....sorry, what was your name? HAHA
Nancy,Nancy,Nancy.........*sigh*
I haven't seen Michael. I miss him too. It's weird, right in the same parking lot, but I never know when would be good to see him. He knows Im home in the evening...but will he be sleeping or busy......I just don't know. Have I been disowned again....my little brat.
Well, day is going ok for now. I am optimistic.mood:  optimistic |
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04:40pm 02/11/2009 |
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Isaac called and told me something happened to Shannon and at first I almost had a heart attack! Well, I hope they catch the criminals running rampant here.
I am still in the need for a different job where I am appreciated and my staff has my back. This place is turning into a free for all, watch out for the claws and knives.
I am reading this wonderful book called Test Pattern. I recommend it.
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10:27pm 31/10/2009 |
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Things change. Younger people don't think that they will feel old any time soon. They just don't know. I went ahead and got the girls for a little while and went to Mom's. Elizabeth had a blast playing with the dog, Joe helped cover windows with plastic, jesse helped cut would for Mom's wood burning stove, so maybe she wouldnt get so cold. Serena cried in pain with her diaper rash...for hours. I have very mixed feelings....she has a mark of ink on her leg that's been there since last weekend when Elizabeth wrote on her. I wanted to ask Nancy if she's bathed her since then...I didn't want her mad at me...especially since she isn't on her own blowing what I say out of porportion sometimes.
I looked in the cedar chest today. There were letters from me to my Mom when I was 11 and 12. It was strange to see what I had written and to know that I am almost exactly the same person as I was then. My writing is still the same. What my Mom always called Flowery. The letter I wrote her from 1985 said that....I had 3 wishes. Keeping in mind I was 11. 1. That I would someday be able to live with peace.2. That I would live beneath a star of love and life. 3. That I would be reunited with my Mom someday. I always thought that they were keeping me from her. I didn't know she was sick. She was sick for a long time. Since I was about 11 until I was about, I don't know. 16 maybe. ( sick= addicted) One never recovers from that...you just have to hope your willpower is stronger than your illness and that you don't stumble or fall. I had four very good reasons to get where I am now. And then two more came along.
I love my Mom. I didnt always like the things she did, but that doesn't change the heart. I had such a strong need of my Mother when I was young that I think it carried me through all the bad things.I never wanted to think of her in a bad way. But she was a very selfish person for a very long time. She has had a lot of time to think about it. I forgive her. I love her, I don't want to lose her. I want to see if we can mend it all. And with that, let me say. I, too, had been selfish in the past. I took so long just to mature mentally....I was sick and lost my way and have many things for which I am guilty. I don't blame anyone but myself for that. But I can move on.
Something else I saw was a letter from my Dad when I turned 14. We were living in Jasper, Texas. I loved it there. I could just be me....and not worry about who was going to hurt me now. Anyway. It was one of those letters. It was pretty general. Checking on me, to see how I was and it said that he sent money. But I know I didn't get anything for my birthday from him that year. At least, not that I knew of. I can speculate but I'd rather not. To me the letter was to make sure I wasn't telling my Mom what he'd done to me. I had already told Aunt Gayla because my friends Mom made me. They moved me to Oklahoma with my grandma to make sure I couldn't tell anyone about it, or more to the point. So I couldn't tell my Mom about it. But I'd made such a stink and wanted to be with my Mom so badly. And my grandmother was a very impatient person. I was a very quiet girl and did what I was supposed to do, but I did what kids do.
As a child I often felt as though my life had run out of hope. I almost think that I continue to have that feeling. That maybe it's what my lot in life is....this pain and discomfort.
Im all over the place...Im just tired...so long for today. mood:  complacent |
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05:59pm 30/10/2009 |
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This morning I went with Mom to her doctor's appointment. I wanted to make sure they addressed all of her complaints. The main one being the possibility of cancer. I am glad I was there. The doctor was shocked at what she saw. She wanted to know why it had taken my Mom a year to get this problem seen. She had been to the E.R. to check on it, but they never looked at it. She went to the Texas Tech doctors, they didn't look either. There's something there and its causing a lot of problems. I am so scared of what they might say the mass is. I don't want this to be happening. I didn't have enough time with her yet. I haven't had her write down all the stories yet. I guess it just became real to me today. I may have a break down. So many things....too many things.......God, please, be with my loved ones......help them.mood:  sad |
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03:01pm 26/10/2009 |
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Well, Nancy and I had a good talk last night. I can't believe she has been living the last year thinking that I blame her for what happened when they were kids. I wish people would mind their own business and not try and make things bad on purpose. It's not like I haven't had enough problems as it is without their "help". I am allowed to have a relationship that is good with my children. God forbid one of these days someone swoops in and does to you what you have done to me.
This is the link, and may he never be forgotten as the pig and scum that he is. He is a drug addict who is diseased in body and in mind. Please beware of him. https://records.txdps.state.tx.us/DPS_WEB/SorNew/PublicSite/index.aspx?PageIndex=Individual&IND_IDN=3510565&SearchType=Name I do not blame my daughter for the ugliness that is Nat. May he live long in a torturous way and meet God and have to explain himself to God Himself about what he has done to my children and to his children and God forbid, the children after mine. I go online the Odessa American and Craigslist and warn people about him every three months and every time he updates his information so I can make him suffer forever for what he made us go through. And believe me, if you are wondering what about my suffering.....have no doubts that my entire life has been a work of suffering. My only happy times are the ones I had with my kids and those are also marked by bad times sometimes. So don't doubt my suffering and don't help my suffering along. Ok? I can do that well enough for myself.
My daughter was a victim of not only him but of neglect for anbout 2 years off and on. I lost myself and left out of my mind leaving them alone. I beat myself up about it all the time. I would take it all back if I could. Can you imagine how I am now, hating the me of then? It's quite painful.
I know people talk about me. People talk, it's what we do. But let us try not to model ourselves after people we can't respect, like Sandy and Eddie and Patrick, Be careful the things you say about people and know that eventually it will get to their ears.
o Proverbs 10:14 (Speaking too much can get you into trouble.) o Proverbs 10:19 (Speaking too many words lead to sin.) o Proverbs 10:31 (A perverse tongue is cut out.) o Proverbs 11:9 (The godless do harm to others with their mouth.) o Proverbs 12:18 (Words can hurt those around us.) o Proverbs 18:6 (Foolish people invite trouble when they speak.) o Proverbs 18:7 (A fool sets a trap for himself by what he says.) o Proverbs 26:7 (A fool’s mouth is useless to him.)
I am sometimes guilty of the same things. And I am sorry that I cannot contain my impetuousness sometimes.
We must band together and be what everyone needs. The end is coming soon and we will experience it in our lifetime. There is no sense in trying to hurt each other when we will hurt enough.
I don't blame you, Nancy. You were a little girl and I was a very lost Mommy. Never never does someone ask for something like that to happen to them. You are my little girl and I love you. As a child you are unable to control things in your life and that's why you depend on your parents to do it for you. But sometimes a parent that has had so little time trying to contain the peace in your life, has trouble not trying to help you still, when you are older. So no matter what, I will be here when you need me. I am glad we've made peace with each other. Now, if we could just learn to still our tongue, hmm?
I can't imagine how hard it is to just let something like that go. I still have trouble sometimes even though I have long forgiven my parents. It doesn't change the wrongs that were committed against me, but neither does it change the happy things I exerienced either. I am who I am and I wouldn't change me now.
This speaks about how I feel about me now......
The baby girl without a chance A victim of circumstance The one who oughta give up,but shes just too hard headed! A single mom who works two jobs Who loves her kids and never stops With gentle hands and a heart of a fighter Im a survivor
I dont believe in self pity It only brings you down may be the queen of broken hearts but i dont hide behind the crown when the deck is stacked against me I just play a diffrent game My roots are planted in the past and though my life is changing fast who i am is who i wanna be
Reba McEntire
I've been thinking a lot about what I've been going through and I've come to conclude that it can't really be that hard. it's not like I don't have other options or that every door is closed to me. It's just change, that's all, and change happens all the time. How we deal with it is what defines the person we are. And so the next thing I put down is a Yuni Saying
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realise is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON . . . Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant
It makes me want to cry, but maybe crying is just what I need. No part of my life is the whole of my life. It's the parts brought together that says what my life is. I can't be happy in one part and not the other and be a happy whole person. It's an every changing undulating diamond. of several facets.
You have to forgive and forget. Just be. I know it's hard because I am struggling with it now and always.
Be strong and know that just because something happens doesn't mean life doesn't go on it just may be going on differntly than before. For better or worse, live....
And remember God is my Redeemer, and He lives!
I'm not mad. I'm not even that aggravated right now. I miss my son, who is just across the way. But I don't want to intrude, I don't want him to want to disown me again. I miss my daughter and her girls. I miss my Mom and Dad and I miss my grandmothers. And I will be missing someone until the day I die, I suppose. Then I will be whole and with my family and my mind will be fully opened to all things as I imagine the people that have gone before us exerienced.
God willing.
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09:19am 26/10/2009 |
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Today is a better day. No fighting, no hostility. My dad came to the hotel on Friday. He brought a nice jacket and some clothes for Elizabeth and a bouncer seat for Serena.
( I tried to post this yesterday and it all erased, it was daunting)
Ok, let's see if I can remember what has happened. First, today. Isaac has gone to do his community service. I am not to worry about what's going to happen and I was told from the Man Above not to worry. It goes the way He wants it to go and to remember. My Redeemer Lives.
My Dad said that after I talked to Aunt Gayla to get a story ot two out of her about their childhood, she told my Dad. He told me that she has the geneology book that Grandma was working on. He also leaned in close, in a conspiratory whisper and said "It has pictures of the slaves our ancestors owned" I was like, ok Dad, I knew about that, haha! My Dad is something, but what, haha.
I spent all day Saturday at Mom's after work. I went and got the girls and we went out there. We hung out for a while at Mom's, talking about this and that, getting Elizabeth on the horsey, finally, that Mom got for her a long time ago. She didn't want to play on it....yeah, until we turned our backs and she took to town, boy.
Mom gave me some more cookbooks and a my first christmas stocking that needs to be assembled, stitcked and glued. So I am working on it for Serena. She was explaining to Nancy that the iron skillets she has were given down from my great grandmother, to my grandmother and now she has them and they will come to me then to Nancy. Well thank goodness there are more than 2 because Nancy has 2 girls.
We proceeded to walk down the way since Jana was now home and go see her. We got there, talked for a bit, laughed at the girls and had an ok time. It wasn't as awekward as I thought it would be. Patrick was sick again and had to lay down, we waited outside with the girls for Nancy to say her goodbyes Ill see you tomorrows. Mom looked for pecans and we opened them. Turns out Elizabeth likes pecans, haha.
Im still feeling sick today. My last day off and its a Monday. Well, that's ok. I feel run down a bit. Mom, though, is always feeling that way too. She gets to go to the doctor, finally, on the 30th and to the lawyer later. She wants me to go with her to Midland to court. I don't mind. Whatever I can do for her.
I just hope they understand at work that there are things I need to do now that I have hours only during the weekdays.
Well, its not as elaborate as it was the first time I wrote it but it'll do.mood:  exhausted |
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09:42am 22/10/2009 |
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This morning Isaac got himself so worked up, I was trying to avoid fighting with him because I know if I talk he just gets mad. Especially when he thinks he is about to dissapoint himself or me. Well, he started fighting with me. He didn't want to hear what I had to say about anything even though he was asking my point of view. Then he yelled and yelled and yelled some more. He asked me why did I think my son couldn't stand to live with me and that my daughter moved away. He was mad at me because he said I was miserable.
On the bright side, at least he noticed.
He said he was leaving me after he was off probation. I told him, wow that wasn't a surprise. I'd told Mom about 7 months ago that I thought he would do that to me. That he is going to make all this time with him a waste. On second thought, God was working with me that whole time to free me from the slavery of addiction. I am almost whole again. And ready to finish the process. I cried a little. Out of frustration.
He has now decided its time to do his community service. So he quit his job today...........no Christmas this year. I'm going out to help Mom clean her house this weekend and to see what kind of arrangements can be made should I need to move there with Jesse. Shannon, if Joe needed somewhere to go, would you be willing to let him stay with you until he got his own place, just in case, not for sure, that I moved back in with Mom? I know he wouldnt want to go back out there.
It's a time for some changes. I am needed and not by Michael or Nancy or Joe. I know they love me, but they no longer need me. I need to go forward with my life, for what its worth and see if I can make it count for something. I am ready for a change.
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04:01pm 21/10/2009 |
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I am asking that family members and friends who've shared our lives tell me some of their memories so I can write them down and have the generations after us read them and share our life.
This next one is from my Aunt Gayla who is my Dad's sister. I lived with her for a little while when I was a little girl and I should have stayed there, I would be a different, more well rounded person now if I had.
i know mom loves you and your little ones all so much. i don't know if you've thought about this, but in heaven: all the little souls are around God asking to be redeemed, so he sends the souls to earth when each baby is conceived. Pastor Jesse Duplantis talks about this in his book and tapes; where he talks about God taking him to heaven. SOOOO, mom knew these little souls and babies before they were born. i like to think about that whenever each of the new grandbabies are born. i don't remember making you a grey kitty. so glad that you remember. when you get old there's so much stuff that gets cluttered in the brain that we can't remember everything. your dad was very onery. always wanting to make people laugh and he loved to tell jokes and play jokes. things we go through cause us to become who we are. He went through a lot of hurts and rejections that were very hurtful. i was about 12 yrs old when we lived on Robertson street in town. there was an older boy next door about 15 -16 yrs. my bras were hanging on the line and Larry got one of them and showed that guy. i was out there and i was so embarressed, i could of brained him. he laughed and laughed. later on in life, he was very protective of me though. when i was about 17 yrs, i was doing my homework late one night. Larry and steve got one of cigarettes and put a black cat in it. i lit it and blew tobacco all in my eyes. it scared me to death, i thought somebody had shot me. i was screaming bloody murder. mom got up to see what was going on. larry and steve were in their bedroom laughing and giggling. they didn't realize how powerful those blackcats were back then. i could have brained them
any way thanks for the recipe. sounds good. also why do you have a handle like cold blooded reaper? what does that mean? hope you and the kids are doing well. i send my love, Aunt Gayla mood:  contemplative |
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09:43am 21/10/2009 |
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Things aren't looking good. It's getting so close to the end of Isaac's probation and no matter how many times I have told him to get his community service done, he just doesn't. I only know that this is something I had no control over and that I told him at least a hundred times. It's possible that he could go to prison for 5-20 years. I wonder if I should talk to his mother about this? He is working so hard to keep from doing it, it would stand to reason that he could put that energy to good use by working or by doing the CS.
This is a memory I asked my Mom for and she emailed to me today:
Can you tell me a memory of us as kids? I don't want to forget.
I remember one day, yall were playing in the front yard, under the window. I was in the bedroom, making the bed. I had the window open so I could hear you and see that you weren't close to the street. You and Patrick were talking, Larry was just sort of being quiet, I heard Patrick tell you that yall were Angels, mama and daddy Angels, and Larry was the baby Angel. You told him dinner was ready and then yall pretended to eat. Then you said you had to wash dishes. Patrick told you that you couldn't do dishes because you had no arms, just wings. I looked out to see, you put your hands on your hips and then pointed one finger at him and said " well, that's stupid" "ofcourse I have arms, I have wings too." He says no way, and you asked him well then how do I hold the baby Angel? He sort of scratched his head and says ok, I guess you are right, go wash your dumb old dishes. LOL yall were so cute and funny. mood:  blah |
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11:35pm 18/10/2009 |
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Chantal Kreviazuk Lyrics Something in your eyes Makes me want to lose myself Makes me want to lose myself In your arms There's something in your voice Makes my heart beat fast Hope this feeling lasts The rest of my life If you knew how lonely my life has been And how long I've felt so low If you knew how I wanted someone to come along And change my life the way you've done
Chorus: Feels like home to me Feels like home to me Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from Feels like home to me Feels like home to me Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
A window breaks down a long dark street And a siren wails in the night But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me And I can almost see through the dark there's light
If you knew how much this moment means to me And how long I've waited for your touch If you knew how happy you are making me I've never thought I'd love anyone so much
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Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
When will I feel this way? I feel like I am going to be too late...and too old.....mood:  lethargic |
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03:21pm 17/10/2009 |
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Well, they cut Isaac down to two days a week. I am sorry, my kids. Im sorry but I won't have extra money to do Christmas this year. I will try as much as I can do get what I can, but it's all I can do just to pay the bills and buy food. I am so depressed about this......what do you do.....mood:  depressed |
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01:59pm 16/10/2009 |
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Shannon, I really do care about you....my one friend that can deal with my bullshit and still be here. Wow....so that's what it feels like haha
Today is better than yesterday. Im starting to feel better, although I have a cough. Isaac hasn't upset me today. I guess I am just tired of whatever excuse it is to try to comform work to what he thinks it should be instead of him just doing the work he has to do. You ahve to choose what you're going to do.....and do it. When you don't have a lot of options you can't complain that much. I am only one person. I don't want to see my demise because I have no time or money to take care of myself much less my kids. How did this happen to me? I am so stupid.
Well, on the bright side, I have registered an online recipe organizer and I know sometimes my kids like to see what it is my recipes call for so I wanted it to be available to you. If you need my log in I'll give it to you, let me know. Of course, if you have some things you love to make, please, send me your recipes so I can add them to mine for my generations to have. You've got to love that internet, baby!
I want to leave things for my kids.....and now that I know what its like to lose someone and not have them to ask anymore.....well, this is a good place to leave your thoughts where they can get to them. I think I will eventually print this out as a hard copy journal and just add to it. Now, if I can just find a way to have a few extra bucks to do that then I'll be made, won't I?
You would be surprised what I have that you would consider valuable once I am gone that you would just see as trash right now.
http://recipe.gauzza.comNow, let's see. A memory.
I remember once when we lived in the blue and white trailer on Essex out west of town. Joe came screaming in the house. He must've been around 5 or 6 and Michael was about 4-5. He was screaming "Michool's got a snak, he's gonna die!" Not a typo, that's the way he used to talk, so so sweet. I call him in, now I am in a panic. He comes running in and says its a tiny snake and that "Billy" left him there and went inside his Dad's truck so he wanted to pick the snake up.
I've got so many about my boys. I miss them being little. And you don't know that pain until they are almost grown. They are so sweet and they are so darling and they need you. And then they don't and they aren't. They are mean, they can be unappreciative unless you are lucky and get one that knows what you've had to do and understands. Oh and it turns out he was behind the trailer in the grass where I didnt let them play and it was a baby rattlesnake.
Moms aren't born to know what to do. We just fuck it all up the first go around and maybe even the second and third before we get it down to a science and even then sometimes we don't have it right. Because teenagers are so different than our sweet, sometimes annoying chidlren, they become someone you have to get to know all over again. And it's not fair because they already know you. They don't always even know who they are themselves. You do your best and then you have to hope for the best. Even Jef Dahmer's mother had to do these things and look what happened to her. Not to say that all kids turn out like that....some could turn out like Patrick Swayze, haha, you just don't know.mood:  calm music: Baby Bash |
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09:46am 15/10/2009 |
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How. How is it that there is only 41 hours on his check. With all the time he went to work, with the hour here and hour there I had to miss because he had limited lunch. How is it? So many things are wrong. And then he wants to turn around and yell at me, about something only in his power. For God's sake!!! I go to work EVERYDAY!! Rain ro Shine, sick or not......I can't, I can't do this anymore.
Don't get me wrong. We have history. I love him. Things are just not right. And if we can;t work through them because he can't listen to me or he can't talk to me without yelling...well....then we have to do....what we have to do. And that's it.mood:  bitchy |
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10:35am 14/10/2009 |
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How am I supposed to know we are going to be ok if every chance he gets he calls in to work. This is not fair. I am sick as a dog today and I have to work. Why? Because if I don't we won't be able to pay rent. And why do I have to always be the one paying everything. Sometimes I just want to do something or go somewhere but I don't have the money because by the time he gets paid we've paid everything already. I hate this. I am so tired of it. Just work, God Bless it, NOBODY likes to work, least of all me. So why does it feel like I am the one doing the majority. I can't take this anymore. I have things that need to be paid, I need things, the boys need things, not to mention what about his stupid probation?
I don't think I can do this much longer. We won't be able to afford Christmas much less anything else. I am so unhappy.mood:  angry |
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12:33pm 13/10/2009 |
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Sunday night: I don't feel good today, I just hope I didn't make the girls sick. They stayed with me last night. Mark had his 21st birthday and they wanted to drink so Joe and Isaac went for a while and I watched the girls. Which is so not easy when I am stuck upstairs and I need to get something from downstairs.I still don't feel very good today. I actually ran out of t.p. and thankfully Shannon sent me a roll over. I just don't know what I would have done. Yikes!
Well, I am broke, I am really trying to figure out how I am going to afford Christmas this year. This really sucks. I want to give to my children and grandchildren the things they want. I don't know how I am going to continue like this. I feel as though I am doing every little thing I can just to get us there and we just almost make it.....then we don't. What are you supposed to do?
I talked to Elizabeth on the phone last night. She just doesn't stop talking, haha. She loves talking to me on the phone. And she does all the talking with very little encouragement from me. She is just like Nancy, haha.
Looks like things are starting to get better for Mom. After I sent a letter to the governer about her situation, they've dared Ector county to do wrong to her. I will stand behind her 100% to see that she gets her care and food. She isn't some trash, she is my Mom.
I haven't heard from Dad again. I guess we will see him on Thanksgiving. I hope everyone knows...life happens. And time is the most precious thing you have. Don't waste a minute of it if you can help it. Time is what you don't have enough money to pay for and a way to get it back. If there is someone you think you should spend more time with, then you probably should.
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| Today still |
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12:10pm 08/10/2009 |
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Im listening to the Easy Groups talk that was recorded and I didnt get to attend, I havent been keeping track of what I do, maybe I should be. I don't know, really.
Hmm, Isaac acted differently in person. Like he's been having a tough day at work and not so much mad at me. Go figure. Who knows.
Well, more of my memories to come. Everyone should write down things like this so your future gens can read them.mood:  contemplative music: IHG traning |
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| Dear Diary |
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10:13am 08/10/2009 |
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My lil Shannon...so much we have been through. To tell you the truth I guess when I log in I don't expect to see a message from you.( Even though I don't know how to reply back! ) But I like it when I have one, knowing there is someone who still cares about encouraging me and doesn't think I am a total "B" *All* the time, haha! Well I miss your company. Thanks for the notes.
I logged in today to record my feelings about this blog link Mom sent me. It makes me very very sad for this new mother. And beside her problems right now it makes mine seem so insignificant. Here is the link:: http://jonathansbabyjournal.blogspot.com/
It's so very heart wrenching. I am so lucky that with every child he/she was perfect. And that my granddaughters were ok.
A memory.
When I was a little girl and at my grandma Sybil's house there were usually just me, my brothers and eddie there. My grandpa Frank would have these old cars sitting every which place that he just would never get rid of. Sometimes we would play in them and pretend to be "Dukes of Hazard". We were made to stay outside a lot. There was no such thing as a lot of tv. In fact there was no such thing as cable in Odessa at the time either. We had a lot of fun playing, although we were always mindful of stinging insects and snakes. There was a big hole dug into the ground just ten feet from the back porch, where we always entered the house. It was supposed to eventually be a cellar. And there was a huge pile of cinder blocks just on the other side of it near the back of the " dirt circle drive". We used to rearrange those bricks, as much as we could without disturbing whatever was under them and make a pretend house or castle or whatever it was we were doing at the time. I remember it because I spent so much time doing it, haha. And on the other side of the driveway there was a pile of gravel, a cement mixing truck, some other industrial trucks and large steel molds to make septic tanks in and some already made, which were concrete. We used to play inside those molds, it was hollow inside, large and round with no top and no bottom, just like a cylinder.
We would make pretend houses and play house in there. And thankfully for us, my grandpa used to visit the local dump all the time where he would scavenge perfectly good household items thrown out by wasteful people. We have records, clothes and odds and ends to play with the whole time we were young. Eddie used to be my favorite playmate. Although I cannot say that the things we played were always in our best interest, for the most part it was completely harmless. Emulated, like most kids our age, things we saw on TV. We also played The Lone Ranger and Zorro, I think.
Well, my memory got hatefully interupted by Isaac, who thinks just because he has to be at work until 6 or 7 that I want to wait here at my job until then too. Hell no. I don't like my job that much. Who the hell does he think he is getting mad at me for saying he can leave me the car so I don't have to be stuck here? What a crock of shit!
Things have been going very badly for the last three or so months. We don't touch and we hardley speak civilly anymore. ANd he insults me every chance he gets blaming me, saying I am getting smart with him so he needs to get smart with me. What?! I can feel a break up coming. And even though these things are hard to go through, it's like a bandaid, the slower you go to get there the more it hurts.
I am tired of the bullshit. Watch, he is just waiting until he is off probation biding his time so he can leave and go back to his mother's. That is exactly what this feels like. Like is is taking advantage. If he does do that then we will know he is no better than any other man. And if he doesn't then I will eat my words.
Either way something has got to change, I can't take this shit much longer.
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| Dear Diary |
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11:53am 01/10/2009 |
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I am beginning to think that Shannon isn't going to let me be hard headed, lol. Well, today I feel like I have the hardest head of all since it's hurting like a son-of-a-gun. Geesh, where did this come from? Late to bed, early to rise and a company wide mandatopry meeting where someone is in trouble, don't know who yet.
""waves at Shannon""" I hope you are ok today. Keep away from that flu, ya know how it's easier to get it when you work at a hotel!
::sigh:: so sleepy.
I tend to say things I don't mean when I am worked up or stressed out. ANd the only big problem with that is that people don't tend to forget things you say as easy as heresay. So, of course, anything I have said that causes hurt, I probably didn't mean it and was getting my kill strike in, hmmm, wonder if my kids caught this from me, it runs in the family.mood:  sleepy |
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| Here I am |
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01:42pm 28/09/2009 |
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Well, as we all know there is a bit of a temper to be handed down in my family and my kids never disappoint. I am prone to saying what I think out loud or on here and so here I am.
I think I get lied to an aweful lot. But since I cannot pinpoint the lies I have nothing to say about them. It's one of the reasons I cannot trust easily. That and people being fake-nice. Have you ever met that kind of person? Not pretty and so not funny. I try to be real in everything I say and everything I do even when it's hard. I can relate to what people go through because I have been through a lot myself and a lot of people that helped me before would never do it again. But that was when I was the old me. I always feel it when someone says something about me, whether it be in a negative or positive way. And it always always gets back to me. May not be the person who heard it with their own ears but I always find out. It's weird how people in my family can do that. My mom can do that. She knew my little abbie was lost before I told her. Very sad, hope she forgives me for it but I cannot keep things secret for long. Just....do this. If you ever have a doubt that what you are doing is right then don't do it. If you have a doubt whether you could get in trouble then why take the risk? We have a lot of fighting to do later in life to keep our faith intact why waste our efforts on silly crap that won't even matter in the end. I won't so you shouldn't.
I don't like holding grudges, they cause you to have bad stomach problems. So let them go. I will do likewise. We can get along, damn it. We will get along. I am not hateful, I am just very protective. I did not get this way naturally, it is a learned behaviour. So we will play nice. Even if you have to fake nice with me and talk about me who cares. I am who I am and I won't change anymore for anyone. I won't judge, unless it involves a kid or grandkid of mine, see I can make no promises for my behaviour where they are concerned.
I always want my kids to know. I would never tell them to do something that would be harmful to them. I may be controlling but to me...I could not bear the consequences of some things if I had not tried my hardest to change your mind if I thought you were doing something that would end up being very bad for you. I wish we all had normal lives but the fact of the matter is, we don't and we won't. If a child of mine should choose of their own free will not to want to have anything to do with me, so be it. I will leave the matter alone. Just like when everyone told me to quit talking to Michael and let him be, I did besides sending him messages so he would know I thought about him and loved him no matter what.
I wish I could be that wishy washy irresponsible person, but I was not given that choice any time in my life so I cannot. I rebelled for a period of time when I was drowning in evil but I never got the chance just to be a kid so I don't know how to let things just be and not control my surroundings. When my brothers were my responsibility I did everything I could to keep things peaceful in a home where there was more mental issues than there was anything else. My entire life I lived in fear as a child, except when I was with my grandmother. And I can tell you that these are the years leading up to my 13th year of life. After that I kind of just was able to start controlling my environment. I experimented and found what worked for me. I know that we all have to let go of our children but I think that until you hit a certain age you have no idea what someone else has gone through. I especially think if you never raised your very own child to adulthood then you don't know a damn thing ab out raising a teenager, even if someone elses lives with you. Not a damn thing!!!! Birthing a child does not a good mother make, this is something learned through experience. I had my first child that I got my experience with that showed me how to be a good mother to the rest of them. Sad for Nancy but good for the rest, especially the last one. I have had 3!!!!!!!! teenagers. I think I know a thing or two about it more than you do.
Anyway. I hope nothing but good things from here on out. I am not a nice person, we all know this and I am mean at times but I would never let anyone hurt you, I would stand up for you in a fight and I would be there. That is the difference between me and smoke buddies. I am real.
I hope you are reading my journal more than just on days when you think I am mad at you.mood:  contemplative music: Brittany |
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