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Family

I told myself that this blog was going to be my outlet. To be able to speak my mind whenever I wanted, and to say whatever I wanted, and not be judged. Let's see if that works.

Family... We all have one, whether or not we like them. We love them, because they ARE family, but we may not like them. Why is that?? Why can't we all just get along. To give you an idea of where I'm coming from, I'll give a bit of a background if you will..

I am a child of the 80's. We grew up being hit when we got it trouble. And it wasn't just a slap on the bottom, let's be honest. We were beaten with belts, wooden spoons, and whatever else my folks could find. There was a lot of anger in my house ever since I could remember. This went on until I was about 15 or so. Of course one of my siblings would tell you it went on longer than that, but for me, I was about 15. I don't know if it's because of where we lived, or what. My mum was raised Catholic, and I don't know if it was THAT, or if she and my father were just mean and cruel people who should never have had children. Anyway, it happened, and I've moved on. I had a wonderful relationship with my mother as an adult until the day she passed. My father on the other hand, I used to be close to as a teenager, go figure, but not since my mum passed in 2006.

Fast forward a few years: I have 3 siblings, an older sister, younger sister, and a younger brother. None of these 3 people have ever gotten along. No, seriously, like, never. The sisters used to beat the crap out of each other, and the younger sister used to beat up my brother. I, being the middle child, used to try to keep the peace, and not very well I might add. I have always stuck up for my brother, and therefore we do have a bond. While I don't talk to him every week, we both know we are there. I have a wonderful relationship with my oldest sister as well. The younger one?? Well that is rocky at best. I love her because she is my sister, but I don't like her. Let me just get it out....she is an alcoholic. Has been for over 20 years. She has a deep hatred for her family...everyone but me...again, middle child, peace maker... I don't understand the disease, and can't seem to find a meeting here where I live close enough to go to. I am not a religious person, so I can't go and talk to the priest or pastor or whatever. I am at a crossroads on what to do....we are facebook friends, which I am thinking is a bad idea, and the root of all evil at this point. She will post something, I will comment, and she gets mad. I corrected her, or I am over stating, or over thinking... She is over 90 days sober I think it is now, and she all but accused me of "thinking" she was drinking again over her latest rant of the dreaded FB page... Trust me when I say, that is not ever my first thought. My first thought is always, "why is she being a bitch"?

Oh what to do, what to do?? Does anyone else feel this way about their family????

Favorite Quote and why it's special

"Over? Did you say over? Nothing is over untill we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? (Germans? Forget it, he's on a roll) NO! And it ain't over now. When the going gets tough....the tough get going! Who's with me!!!???"

This has to be my favorite quote of all time! Yes it's from a movie, Animal House, and not some historical person or event. I love this quote because it's about a guy who no matter what his status in life, never gives up. I love this quote so much, it's my ring tone on my cell. Yes, it really is. :)

Something you wish you did well....

There are many things I wish I did well. I like to dance, sing, read... But I guess the one thing I wish I did really well, would be dancing!! I really do love to dance, and everytime a song comes on, fast or slow, I move... (listening to Cowboy by Kid Rock and doing the head bop right now. ) I have started doing Hip Hop Abs and Rockin' Body, and have discovered that WOAH!!! I really don't dance well... hahaha I really wish I could move like Shaun T and his crew..

Embarrassing Moment

Yeah, embarrassing moments...we ALL have them...It's hard to think of just one. :) But I'll go with the first one that popped into my head.

I got a job this past school year in the Middle School. A school I was familiar with because my man-child went there for 2 years prior to me being hired. I was placed in the 7th grade, which totally made him happy. So I knew alot of the students from when I worked in the Elementary School, but there were alot I did not know. One day I go to work and we're in 1st Core, which is homeroom/1st period. This nice and pretty 7th grade girl comes up to me and says. "Ms. Butler, do you have your shirt on inside out??" Of course this is said loud enough for EVERYONE to hear... I simply looked at her, looked at my shirt, and told her in my best English accent, "why yes, yes I do. It's the newest thing, and all the rage!".
I never did go and fix it, leaving it on inside out just to make a point. :)

A treasured Memory

My most treasured memory would have to be the birth of my son. I wasn't one of those people who wanted to be married, or have kids... it all just kind of happened....all at once. :)

He took an awful long time in getting here that's for sure! I had alot of problems being pregnant with him, so I was put on bed rest in Sept...his due date was 11/24...Thanksgiving day that year...So no one was more surprised than I when on 10/17 my water broke....and noooooooo. Couldn't have broken all the way now could it?? Nope...so I called my OB and she told me to come on in to have a look see. Well she had a look see, and it completely broke....hummmm, yea, not going home now am I?? :) About 22 hours later, she told me he was in a bit of a struggle, and if he didn't come out on his own soon, she was going to have to "take" him. 1 1/2 hours later my sweet baby boy was born...no C-section BTW...I fell in love with this tiny bundle of ours straight away. He was so beautiful, and had the perfect nose....then they took him away....I didn't get to see him until the next afternoon. He was 5 weeks early at that point and a bit jaundiced. But everything else was perfect. It finally hit me that I had this beautiful child when they told me he couldn't go home just yet. I cried for 2 hours...who knew someone like me, who didn't really want a child, be so upset that he couldn't come home. It was truly love at first sight!  He stayed in hospital for 4 days before I got to take him home. I was at hospital every day all day until they finally gave the word we could go. The day we finally got to take him home, was the last night of Lamaze class. The day you get to tour the L&D floor. So we're getting him ready in the NICU and we see our class outside the glass. We took him to the window so everyone could see, and while Rob finished getting him ready to go, I went out and spoke to everyone.

14 years later, I am STILL stupid crazy in love with my son, who I now call the man-child. He is funny, smart, and a huge pain in the butt!! A totally normal teenager, and I love him with my very being!!!

So this is my most treasured memory. I hope you enjoyed it.

today....

Today has been a day already! I woke up LATE!! Almost 10am! I am usually up by 7am...must have had a bad night. :(

Dentist office called, my night guard is in...asked how much, the lady was like. "you haven't paid for it yet"?? I told her that they were supposed to check with the insurance company to see if they would pay for another one. I broke the one I got in Feb of this year. Ground my teeth so hard it split...no wonder I have issues. :) Still waiting for them to call back.

Doesn't look like I"m going to get to Fredericksburg today. Too much to do..laundry, cleaning 3 bathrooms I should have done yesterday...

School starts for my man child in 7 days! OMG I can't wait. I love my boy, but he needs to go back to school, and mum needs to go back to work!

Crazy days ahead I'm sure....