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You gotta be wise

Listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds, try and keep your head up to the sky. Lovers, they may cause you tears, go ahead release your fears, stand up and be counted, don't be ashamed to cry. You gotta be, You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, You gotta be wiser, you gotta be hard, You gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, You gotta stay together

Ronald Reagan

"Abraham Lincoln recognized that we could not survive as a free land when some men could decide that others were not fit to be free and should therefore be slaves. Likewise, we cannot survive as a free nation when some men decide that others are not fit to live and should be abandoned to abortion or infanticide."
~ Ronald Reagan – Abortion and the Conscience of the Nation ~
Anne Geddes

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Frustration

Gosh. Today has been pretty darn frustrating. I don't know what is more stressful, during the school year when I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown between clinicals and tests and running around with the kids, or on summer break when the kids act like little hellions and Gracie refuses to listen to ANYTHING I say. I end up screaming ALL day at her, and then feel like I want to runaway, or sit down and cry.
Vin has been working a lot. It's great money, but it is so stressful on him. This week he's worked at least 60-65 hours. It's stress on us both, because that means I am home alone all day with a 4 year old that has the worst attitude I have ever ever seen, and he is working lifting 95 lb bricks for 12 hours a day.
Okay. enough complaining. We are going to my little sisters birthday party soon. I am soo psyched. I hope I don't forget her present. I always forget something when we go somewhere. Regardless of what I do to remember it. haha.
Tomorrow Jami, Thane and Rowan are coming over, and so is my family! I am so excited!! I am making sweet and sour chicken. YAY! I am kinda stressing about how much chicken to make tho. Ha. (I got my Ha's from Jami. haha. I pick up everything from everyone. haha) a bag is good for us and my family, and we are going to have the goldberg's and my (wonderful) sister in law. Heh. so I don't know if I should make two bags. But we are going to be having rice and stuff with it (I have to remember to stop at the store and get rice, cornstarch, and pineapples.) so Idk. I am trying to remember how much I made last time when I made it. It was when Laurie was alive and I made it for them and my parents.
I just discovered that Jami's grandmother is Joan from the town hall. How funny. I loved her when I was younger. My dad used to go there to fix their computers and set up new systems and stuff for them in his spare time (not that he had much). haha. I would go with him to keep him company and I loved Joan. She was so nice!! Well, she still is, I imagine. haha.
So. I guess Vin will be out soon, so we will be going to the mall to get him new clothes. He's lost a LOT of weight and needs some shorts that fit him. Obviously. To bad I have the opposite problem. I have gained like 15 lbs and none of my freakin' clothes fit. But I am to cheap to buy new ones and I am convinced that I WILL lose it. If not solely for the sake of not having to buy new clothes. haha.
Whew. Jami just made me feel better knowing that I am not the only one who feels like a bad mommy after the children are crazy psychotic ppl and I want to just leave. Gosh. I now know why mommies go nuts and end up in the looney bin.
well. I am going to go finish getting ready and wrap Karina's present (yeah no time like the present. haha) altho I will prolly end up throwing it in a gift bag. lol. Till Tomorrow.... <3

Friday, June 18, 2010

yay. it does :-)

I just want to see if this works with my txt.

You say, I only hear what I want to

Yes. I changed the name of this blog. It seems suiting. I love that song. Probably my most favorite song. That line suits me. I do talk so all the time. About whatever. Whenever. Stuff that doesn't matter. I just talk. I give TMI. I don't care. I talk about nonimportant stuff on a regular basis. Stuff that doesn't pertain to anyone but me. I do. So, yes. That is now the name of my blog.

 You say, I talk so all the time

You have that sharp, useless look about you.

Can I just say that finding my way around this site is ridiculous. It seriously takes me years to figure out how to get back to my 'dashboard'. come on, people. This is crazy.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

"Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself."


I love 'Gone with the Wind'. It may be my all time favorite movie/book. I am trying to find a copy of it on swap tree. The book. I have the movie. The above quote, is from "house rules", from one of my most favorite authors. The quote from Gone with the Wind made me think of the quote from House Rules. I am a quotes girl. I love quotes. There are always perfect quotes/lyrics to describe everything. In like 7 words or less. I think that quotes from Fight Club are my favorite. 


If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?


I read this book when I was a senior. I quickly fell in love with it. My life was going no where. I was doing nothing. I had no family, my friends were all going off to college, and lets face it, most of my friends were hardly friends. We were just people who hung out to pass time. I had few real friends. So, I took that quote literally. The first chance I had to get out of that place, I took it. I left. I left everything and everyone I knew, except Jordan and his crazy, alcoholic, psychotic family. I moved to a county smack in the middle of the Bible belt. A county that has been alcohol free since the prohibition.


I re-invented myself. I was fun. I was problem free. I had no responsibilities except rent and car payments/insurance. I got a job and met some of the best people ever. Two different kinds of people. A group of three, that worked the day shift, that were fun, and we would hang out and talk about stuff like books and movies. A group of people who were there to meet me at Waffle House in the middle of the night when I had a crisis with Jordan's psychotic mother. Then the other group were the the people who worked the night shift. Mostly the friends of my best friend down there. Who gave me my first real experience with the ghetto; not being able to walk outside alone. Having to have him meet me at my car when I got there, and walk me back out to my car. It was a whole different world that was not far from the world we lived in, a upper-middle class community. He was black and tall and horribly in love with me, and I loved feeling like I was the most important person in the world to someone. We hung out with his friends, or just alone, we talked, we went on random drives to random place with random people. We talked some more. We smoked. We had fun. His house was my safe haven from Jordan's family. I could just hang out and be me. We didn't even have to talk. I could just be. That was the first place I went when I found out I was pregnant, while waiting to meet the day shift friends. I brought the day shift and the night shift people together. I was able to be close friends with two completely different types of people. I have always been like that. I like it. I love talking about things like books and school and normal stuff, and I loved having fun and partying and smoking when I was younger. I was a completely different person in Fl. I had wonderful friends. But things were getting complicated. I ended up pregnant, sleeping on the couch of a crackhead and living out of my car. So, obviously I went back to Jordan's. That was hardly better. So, I came home to my family. It took a while, but I discovered who I was. The real me, and I am happy with my life. I am happy at school, and I love looking forward to my future with my kids, my husband, and being a nurse, and hopefully someday, a Nurse Practitioner. So, 'Yes' is the answer to that quote.


Tomorrow is Karina's 8th birthday party. Her real birthday is Sunday, on Father's day. I can hardly believe she is 8. Holy Moly. She is so funny. A spitting image of my brother, personality wise. It's so funny how much she acts like him. 


For Father's day I made my dad 2 8x10 collage's of pictures of all of us kids from birth up until now. He likes things like that, and I enjoy making them. Last year I made both him and Vin mugs that had pictures of everyone on them. I made Vin a collage of the girls also. He doesn't really care. We aren't big Father's/Mother's/Valentines day people. We don't even acknowledge Valentines day. I didn't even get a card on Mother's day. I don't like holiday's. Well, I like giving stuff, but I don't like receiving presents. It's weird. When I receive a present, I feel put on the spot, and I don't like it. Ha. I am so weird. I love LOVE giving people presents that I KNOW they are going to love. My dad is lucky I didn't see him before tomorrow, or I most likely would have given it to him, already. haha. Vin's is already hanging on the wall. I love my relationship with my parents, and I am lucky enough to have parents that I talk to on the phone everyday (except my dad. he works a lot, so we text. Altho a couple times a month we will have a long conversation or two on the phone.) We see them every other week or so, if not more. I love it.


On Sunday Jami, Thane and Rowan are coming over. I am making Sweet and Sour Chicken. I am thoroughly excited. By now I feel comfortable around them, so I am more excited than nervous. I bought Apples to Apples. Maybe we can play it Sunday. Vin does not like playing games with me (unless it's a sex game. haha), he says I am to competitive. Well, games were made to have a winner. so. Whatever. We don't like doing much together. Besides watching our tv shows or movies at night, camping, and sex. ha. We are an odd pair. I don't know how we made it this far. But, I am glad. He is a wonderful man. 


This morning, I woke up. I was thinking about France, and my passport and stuff. Then I started thinking about the No Fly list. What if a person was on the No Fly list, but this person was an identical twin. Couldn't they just take their twins passport and stuff and get on the plane and kill us all? Ha. Ok. A little dramatic, but isn't that feasible? Yeah. The places my brain takes me. 


Well, I have managed to write an entire book on here. About nothing. Until tomorrow, <3

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Gooooood Morning, Vietnam.

Well, First things first. I am pretty disappointed that there is no comic sans font. Even LJ had one! Secondly, I haven't blogged since I was 18, so here goes nothing. Thirdly, I have no one to blog for, except, Jami-who, unexpectedly, and rather suddenly,became what husband considers my other half, recently- and I txt her or fb her everything, anyways. Fourthly, well, there is no fourthly, I guess. I am not really sure what to do here. 

When I was younger I used to whine and complain about everything and talk about the drama in my 'love life'. Now, I can A.) complain about my children, B.) talk about the drama in my marriage, and C.) Talk about the cruelties of Nursing School. None of which people want to read. Which brings me to another point. Do I write this as I would write in a diary, or do I write this as I would to someone I don't really know? Do I edit what I say for fear some crazy person will use it to hunt me down and stalk me because I am such a fabulous person? Or do I just say (write) what I mean when I mean it, and face the fact that I may have some people who would want to stalk such a fabulous person?
 Also, is this thing private, or can anyone search your name and read it? I guess these are some things that I should find out before I divulge to much information. Is it proper blog etiquette to write more than one post a day, or a week, or how does that go? Can I post a link for others to read it? Do I want to? Should I pick like a 'topic of the day' to write about? or just write about what (boring) things have happened to me on this day of me, the housewife and stay at home mom (for the summer) or as me as the Student during the school year? Well, I think I will do a little bit of both. I will contemplate an interesting topic and write about it. or not. I haven't really decided yet. 
Lastly. Title's. What do I title each blog? I just titled this "Gooood morning, Vietnam" because for some random reason that movie title popped into my head. My brother and I found that movie quite hilarious when we were younger. We were nerds.
Well, Adios my blog friends. Or, should I say, friend. Singular. Unless, of course, I find more people to read about my simple everyday life.