Too Caudle or Not to Caudle?

So, on Saturday night after having a few shots and playin up the Wii bowling and some Guitar Hero, my two fabulous neighbors Kacey and Reid and I got into a heated discussion about supporting family members who are kinda fucked up.

My stand on it is a 50/50 split. On one hand I don't wanna turn my back on those I love, yet I don't wanna keep standing by them when they make bad decisions. For instance, my middle bro Luke is a repeat offender. He drinks, gets into fights then ends up going to jail. He just got out a couple of weeks ago after an eight month stint up at Jefferson County. I wrote to him while he was there and visited him once. No doubt do I love him, he's my little bro. I just don't wanna get too close cause' I don't want him to think that I agree with the way he lives his life. He's 24, he should be doing more productive things with his life, ya' know? Plus, most of the time he comes down here trouble comes with him. My husband and I have been in numerous arguments bout him.

This is where Reid stands: maybe it's because he's a man and has his shit together that he expects the same thing out of others. I know that Adam would agree with him. I think he thinks that unless that said person has their act together that they shouldn't be associated with by other family members. How this relates to him is that is brother in-law is kinda like my bro.

Kacey on the other hand wants to fully be there for him (her bro/nephew?). I guess she is just that type of person who loves unconditionally. Which is a great way to be.

Yet being like this I believe can have a negative effect. Let's take my Mom for instance. She is always taking care of Luke, no matter what. How is he gonna learn to be responsible for himself and his actions if Mom is always gonna be there to bail him out? That's right HE WON'T!!! He will be a grown baby his whole life. Fucking cut the umbilical cord already.

So, overall I say that I'd have to be more to side of letting people make their own mistakes and learn from them. Don't keep bailing them out, love them unconditionally and just let them know that when they're ready to grow up, you'll be there waiting for them.

Lets just pray that maybe this time, this time he'll do what's right. Follow through on what he's says he's gonna do and enlist. Hell, if we can't straighten him out, maybe the military can? Anythings possible....

Don't wanna know your name......

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Damsel in Distress

What the hell happened to chivalry? Or even to common courtesy?

I'll tell ya'! People are too damn lazy to help someone else out these days. What is it you gripe about Natasha? Well, yesterday I was coming home from my yearly woman check up, yay fun! To add more fun to my day, I was coming off the the highway at 120th and my car started to kinda shake and not go. I'm trippin' cause my gas meter said I still had some so I'm wondering what the F*** is going on?! The Cavalier is finally dying, right here right now!! At times my precious car has been known to lie about how much gas it has, so I'm just prayin' that's what it is. So, I pull off the highway and am searching in my memory as to where the nearest station is? First left right off the highway, hallelujah!! I make it to the double turning lane about half-way back from the light and it dies!!!! So, I'm wavin' peeps around me and put the hazards on. Shit , shit , shit. No cell phone, by myself, crap. I know , i know how come you don't have a cell phone? I stay at home with the kids, why do I need a phone??? For instances like these, Natasha. OOps my bad.

So I get out and push my car to the light. Get back in and wait. Does anyone, anyone ask me if I need help? NO!! Oh, snap! I'm gonna have to push this bitch across the street by myself. Light goes green. I let the people in the left hand lane go, then I get out and push that hunk across the intersection and hop in just as it turns red. Whew!!

Coast into the station, but the pumps are uphill!!!!! Park the car, and then a gentleman asks me if I need help???!!! Uh, no buddy. I'm getting a gas can and finishing this out by myself!!! It all ends well. The car is good, and I got my exercise for the week.

The thing that boggles my mind is: Why? Why did no one help me? A woman, by herself, pushing a car. Hmmm.....this is why I hate people.

But you know what really burns my biscuits? I'm that person who stops on the highway to jump start someones car, even though I'm running late. I'm that person who helps you push your car out of traffic.

Karma is bullshit!!

I can't help but wonder, if I were wearing skimpier clothes or dressed like I'd just got off my stripping job (jk) would someone had stopped? Probably. And that is lame.

*note to self: wear six inch stilletos everywhere

Note to everyone else: Take time out of your day to help someone who needs it

Why Bother?

Yeah so here goes a little boo babying.

Everyday I spend cleaning up after everyone, and it never ends. EVER! Get that coffee table shining so bright I could put my make-up on in its reflection. The next thing I know, Aidan is eating something on it and that's where it lands...on it. Ugh, and today he got mayo or some kind of food on his hand and then preceded to use the table as a napkin! I know my house is never gonna stay clean and that yes it is a battle that continues, but sometimes I wish I had a magic wand or a Fairly Oddparent to make the mess go away. Then I'd have more time to do the things that are really fun. Or maybe even sometime for myself.

Yet as I'm writing this, I kind of feel like an asshole. I'm greatly appreciative of my children regardless of the messes they make and I'm very happy that I get the privilege to stay home with them. Something does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside knowing the hard work, love and effort that goes into preparing a meal for my fams or the accomplishment I feel after doing 8 loads of laundry which includes my husbands not so nice smelling undergarments. (sorry Adam)

Nothing could compare to the joy I get in getting to be the first person who sees Ali Babe say or do something new. Like recently when she started saying "Awwww" when she picks up her babies or sees the kitty cat. I love to get drawings from Aidan too which say on them "Aidan <3" which means Love Aidan.

So, yes there are a lot of messes to clean up...but its worth it

Fecal Salsa anyone?

So, I decided to hit up Myspace chat room tonight and just see what was happening....the usual, movies, music, how badly Bush sucks as a President. I was totally turned off and taken back when I got lured into looking at porn!!

It starts out I was talking to someone from the CO, represent. Yet this person wanted me to go to a website that had to do with salsa. I figured since he lived in Peyton, CO that, that was a big business out there, salsa distribution. I thought that his family might have had a legit business wheeling and dealing in spicy habaneros. I check it out....and low and behold it is the most disgusting, outrageous trite garbage I've seen since I was sixteen and some freak kid at some Goth coffee shop showed my friends and I some fecalfeliac pictures!!! Nasty!!! That's all I have to say is, n-a-s-t-y-!

I maybe 26yrs old and not as naive as I used to be....but looks like I've got some learning to do.

Note to self and to anyone who reads:

DO NOT GO ONTO ANY MYSPACE CHAT ROOMS LATE AT NIGHT, NOR ANY TIME OF THE DAY!!!

Unless looking at poop is your thing, then have at it

I think I need to remedy my sleep patterns and go to bed like a normal person so that the fecalfeliacs can't get at me. That'll teach me lesson to stay up late. If anyone has any remedies to my sleep problems...I'd be glad to hear them. Feel free to leave them as comments or email me. I'd also like to hear about your chat issues or fecal issues no matter what they'd be. Ha! Yeah, I guess poop is funny, but not when you get tricked into looking at it.

Also, if anyone makes a sweet habanero salsa, I'm down. Just as long as it doesn't have to do with poop. Thanks :)
This is what my face looked liked when I realize the realm I'd stepped into. PISSED OFF!!

P.J's are a girls bestfriend

So, I'm a habitual pajama wearer. This is mostly because I stay at home, so I'm most comfortable in these clothes. If someone took a pic of me in this condition I'd put it up, but I'm the "picture taker" in my household so there you go. This problem has gotten so bad that the neighbors, whom we hang out with ritualistically every Friday have decided to start calling me "P.J.". Great, I'm known as the lady who perpetually wears pajamas. Don't get me wrong, I love to dress up, put on make-up and do that whole bit. Yet I figure, if I'm at home with the kiddies, why or whom should I dress up for? Like Alice is gonna care if Mama is wearing jeans and a tee? So, I say to all the ladies out there in the same predicament, just be who you are. Fuck all that jazz about being that picturesque Mom who wears cute little dresses and make up waiting at home with a roast for her husband! If I have to stay home and wipe butts and mend cuts, then dammit I'm gonna be half way comfortable, right? Right. To my neighbors who don't know me as the hot mom I righteously am, all I have to say is....at least i"m not wearing "Mom Jeans" Ha!




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