I’m sure I’ve blogged about this before, but just in case I haven’t I HAVE TO DO IT NOW! A while ago my ever so ghetto brother decided he would give Ella a dollar. When he gave it to her, he opened up her pull up and stuffed it on the side…. stripper style.
That has stuck with this little girl…. and I’m a little afraid about her future.
Any time she sees money, she grabs it and sticks it in her pull up… coupons… in her pull up. The other day I had $5.00 sitting on the table for Jayden’s book fair, and it was gone! Gino and I were looking everywhere. Ella was standing by the ottoman in her pull up and I walked over, pulled open her pull up to find the $5.00 nestled in there.
Should I be worried?
Totally slacking here! Sorry…. there’s been new neighbor episodes.
Frankly… not even normal.
“Jim” comes to my door and asks if I was offended when he offered to take pictures of me for my husband. Offended? No. Would do it in a million years? No.
Apparently, assistant girl went on Craiglist in our area under Artists and put his name as the subject. When you opened it I guess it told people of how he was offending his neighbor by trying to get her to pose nude for him, and that he spent $14,000.00 on hookers this summer. That confuses me, because how can he be a pimp if he’s spending money on them? Obviously he doesn’t know what he’s doing…. or he’s just down right a perv!
So, after he told me this {which he claims it’s all lies} I asked if he reported it to Craigslist and he said he did. DAMN! I ran ever so quickly to my computer to take a screen shot of it for this blog post, but Craigslist is good… it was gone. BUMMER!
A lot of my friends started life out a little differently than I did. They went to college, met, fell in love, got married, had kids, breastfed, completely started out in the mother/wife role…. this is how they were raised, this is how they did things. It’s all they’ve ever known to want.
I’m different. It’s noticeable that I am different. I get questions like when did you and Gino get married. May 15, 2004. Yes, you do the math… that was 5 years ago, and *GASP* our oldest is 8. We met, got pregnant, and just grew up and learned together…. yes, the THREE of us. The fact that I was pregnant in no way made me want to get married. I knew that I would be getting married because I was in love. Lucky for me it happened to be the father of my child that I decided to spend the rest of my life with. Ella came at a much more stable time in our life.
When talks of breastfeeding are going on, I just put a smile on my face and stay out of the subject because *GASP* I CHOSE not to breastfeed. Yup, I gave my kids that horrific poison that made it so that my kids NEVER got sick until they were way past the 1 year mark. No ear infections…. EVER. Healthy and smart…. can you believe it?!?! I’ve thought about IF there was ever to be a 3rd that I would possibly breastfeed, but I know that 2 times in a row now my kids have had tremendous success on formula. Did I mention that I too was formula fed, and I too am still alive?
I will never be them. I will never be the perfect housewife, the perfect mom, the perfect stranger, or the perfect friend. My differences from my friends is obvious. I have always felt that I am different. I’ve experienced things in life that they haven’t. I’ve experienced things in life that have made me grow into who I am. I know who I am. I do not follow in the footsteps of ANYBODY. I have created my footsteps through trial and error. My faith was not handed to me. I didn’t have the privilege of being taken to church every Sunday and being told that THIS IS WHAT WE BELIEVE. I know that you eventually get your own testimony, but you are given the opportunity to gain that. Nope, I got to experience *prior edited out, because it was written out of frustration…..if you were lucky enough to get here before I decided against writing it, then you know more about me than others know* things that I can look back on and say….
Thank you, God. Thank you for for giving me the opportunity to find my way back to the church that I once was a part of as a very small child. Thank you for showing me that even though all of that stuff was FUN it didn’t give me JOY. Joy to me is something that I hold so dear to my heart, because before a couple of years ago I didn’t have joy in my life. I was happy, but I wasn’t complete.
But I’m most thankful for the path I took to get here. I’m thankful that I found my way and I will always be me. Whether people like it or not, I am who I am…. and I love myself. I know that I will never be perfect. I’m going to do things that my friends would NEVER in a million years do. Because I am me. And just because I’ve grown to love something so much, I will always be ME. I love the mistakes I’ve made, because without them, I wouldn’t be ME. Without those mistakes Gino and I wouldn’t be a WE.
There are moments in our children’s life that we do not want to forget. Moments we wished we documented, moments we wished we had gotten on video tape.
Today, I’m noting a momentous event here, now. It has not yet been video recorded (but it will) but I know that blogging is one of the fabulous perks of being able to have one place where I know where all things are.
Ella counts. She counts like this:
1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10
and it’s the cutest thing in the world. And I love her so much.
Do you need to catch up on the neighbor drama going on before reading the following? It’s all about having a PIMP for a neighbor. {CLICK HERE}
Things have been quiet.
Life has begun to be normal.
Occasionally I hear a garage door open next door, but THAT. IS. IT. NOTHING
Until today….
Door bell rings, I answer there is “Jim” creepy neighbor pimp.
Me: “Um, hi, Jim!”
Jim: “Just wondering if you’ve been being bugged from “Assistant”. Has she been calling you?”
Me: “Nope.”
Jim: “Oh, good! Glad she’s not bugging you. Have the cops been by to talk to you?”
Me: “Um, no. Should they be?“
Jim: “Oh, no. Just curious, okay talk to you later.
Me: Speechless
Can we say WEIRD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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“Somehow forgiveness, with love and tolerance, accomplishes miracles that can happen in no other way.”
“I think that forgiveness is one of those words like “love” that people use loosley. To truly forgive someone means you have let go of any ill will and no longer harbor feelings of anger or angst toward another person.
Forgiving ourselves goes hand in hand with forgiving others. We are often times harder on ourselves than the person or people we have wronged. Forgiving others means letting go of hurt they have caused you and forgiving yourself is learning to love yourself after you have caused another person pain. Both are crutial in the eternal realm of this life and critical to our salvation and prosperity hereafter.”
