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    Default Bite me douche bag!

    I had school today, on my way to school it's pouring rain. Cold rain for the record. I go to my math class, get out and between my math class and my human services courses I have an hour and 45 minute break. I decided to run to walmart, get milk and diapers and run them home. At this point it's a mix of rain and snow and a layer of slushy muck is EVERYWHERE. It took me a little longer to get home then normal, but nothing serious .. it's a 15 minute drive and took me 20 minutes because some people like to drive slower when the weather is confused, and I always get stuck behind those people. So by the time I got back to school the weather had changed over to all snow, big sticky snow flakes, and I'm like oh great, biolar Indiana weather! Walk into my class at 4, and out on break at 530, and I push 3 inches of heavy sticky snow off my car. I go back in and inform my instructor I am not staying for the next class, luckily she'd already decided to combine our 2 classes into 1, so we get right to the second class .. and walk out of there at 630. I go out, push another 3 inches of heavy sticky snow off my car, jump in and start driving. Before I even exited the parking lot I realized the roads were awful. I get on 30, a heavily used high way, and top speed of traffic is 25, and I'm shaking the whole time. I couldn't see the road, snow is dumping down, and no one was trying to pass me going 15 mph! It took me almost 2 hours to make it 6 miles! I'm praying liike crazy the whole time, and must have passed 30 off the road cars. I tried to stop for the last one I saw, because it was an suv teetering on a hill, but I started sliding and realized if I didnt stop sliding, I would assume his place and he would be going right into the lake.

    It's awful out there, i was so happy to make it home tonight. Now I'm all cozy with my laptop and a huge mug of hot cocoa. I'm really hoping all chool is cancelled tomorrow so I can have a baking cookie day with the kids
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    Default Sometime I get my way

    Today was a no school day, and we made chocolate chip cookies! Don't assume me a "Betty Crocker" though, it was pilsbury lol! I bought one of the big tubes, and didn't want to make a million cookies, so I only let the kids bake 1 pan, 18 cookies, and they ate every single one of them ! Little boogers!

    I read in the news today about a woman who was shot dead by police after she was told to stop stabbing her little girl. Police were called after she threw her son through a window. The little girl died, and the boy is recovering in the hospital. It turns my stomach when I hear things like this. What was wrong with that woman? What could she have been thinking?

    I then read another article about today being the funeral of a 2 year old girl, found in her car seat in a creek at a park dead, left there by her father, who by the way is still out there and being searched for by authorities. My heart breaks for her mother, she had to let the girl go with him because the courts said so.

    Things like this happen far too frequently. I'm never going to understand why, but a lot of parents out there need some serious help. It isn't just killing kids, its changing their psyche for their entire lives. Abuse isn't just causing physical harm to a child, the words that come out of some parents mouths, the negative tones people take with children, it disturbs me, and most people don't even notice.

    Have you ever stood back and just observed people, and listened? I do it a lot, and it seems that it is common for people to call their children stupid. It's also pretty common for divorced parents to say things like "You're just like your mom/dad." And they spend a good chunk of their time talking down on mom/dad.Nothing like calling your kid a worthless pile of flesh huh!

    The follow up is too much attempting to validate their own comment and no repair. Poor children. No one seems to get it, or they say things like "all kids are different, my kid knows what I mean" Yea really, they know you mean mom/dad is worthless, ugly, stupid, any given derogatory name, and they are just the same. Brains are brains, and any well thought person knows you change the view of a child when you say dumb ****.

    I can't even tell you how many times my mother told me "if you have nothing nice to say, just say nothing." She never took her own advice, however I took it very seriously, especially with my own children. When my ex and I were going through our divorce, boy did I hate him, but not once did I say a bad thing about him out loud. Not to anyone. I did this so my kids wouldn't hear bad things about their dad, and they wouldn't think anything bad of themselves.

    I guess it's just something I have always tried hard to do, putting the feelings and thoughts of my children before my own, my mother didn't do it for me, and I know clearly the way her words drilled into me. I just wish people would stop harming their children, it's the only way this world will ever become a better place to be.
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    Default Got a new can of people-be-gone

    Ok so really, I'm a little creeped out. The number of people reading just keeps going up and up .. over 400 .. and it makes me nervous.

    I'm not trying to be cautious of what I say, because I like to be as honest as I can. However, with so many people reading it feels rather smothering. Why does anyone read my mindless banter? I don't really have anything important to say, and nothing I say really matters to anyone except for me.

    Maybe I just have an incredible life. I don't personally think it's that exciting, my last post was about my freaky ride home, when I made that past i was still in the 200's. Maybe I'm just thinking too much into it huh.

    Ok so I'm rather bored tonight. I was thinking about my fish, his name is Gary Boschain. He's a dark blue male beta, and he is named after my pastor. I had a deep red beta as well, Jon Hembree, he was named after my associate pastor, but he died. He being the fish of course.

    Last year on December 6, our pastor died, he had pancreatic cancer. Our entire church family had gathered together for our Christmas dinner and program, and it had ended and we came on home. Almost as soon as we walked in the door our phone rang, it was an elder from our church. He said "Brooke?" I said "this is Brooke." Then he said,"We just got a call from Patty, and Ronnie has passed on." Ever have one of those moments when so many emotions come over you that you can't even breathe let alone speak? That was my moment. I said the only thing I could, "Thank you for calling." I hung up and my world crashed.

    Important men are few and far between, but Ronnie was a special man. When i began thinking about joining our church as an actual member, I had a long and hard conversation with Ronnie. I was raised Luthern. If you want to go to heaven, this is how you must act, this is what you must do, this is what you must believe. Everything was written in stone. I couldn't understand how it was that all I had to do was trust in Jesus, put my faith in him, and try my best! I quickly found out that ronnie too was raised as I was. I connected with him in a very deep way, a way that i don't think I have ever connected with another person.

    Every Sunday, he got up and he preached his sermon. He was so weak he could hardly make it up the 4 steps, the elders had to intervene and make him sit while he gave his sermons. He joked when he sat the first time, "Hey, even Jesus was known to sit time to time!" Haha!

    I was baptized as an infant, because that my Dear is what Lutherns do! I spoke to Ronnie about it, and I realized that an infant knows nothing, good nor evil, so I decided to make my choice as an adult, Ronnie baptized me. He walked me to the potters wheel.

    I miss him, I miss his wisdom, I miss his sermons. I have his last sermon on cd, I still haven't listened to it. I had to miss church that day. These things happen when you have babies, sometimes they get sick, and you just have to miss the wonder of a live sermon.

    Many Sundays, and many sermons, have come and gone since Pastor Ronnie Samms went home to lay his crowns at the feet of Jesus. None as wonderful as the Sundays and Sermons before he left though.

    Sure, Gary is a good pastor, he was the glue that held us together in those first months, without him our church family would have flaked away. Still, there's no "Titanic Security" anymore.

    I believe I am done with this post.
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    Default Oh it's back

    Nice to see the site back up and functioning! Yay!

    So I went on my youtube and found a video of Mallory and Jaden from 2008 ... man they have grown so much since then!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=YiNQn9E72rQ

    2008 was a long time ago in kid years. I miss them being little. That was before either of them had school .. sheesh!

    Guess the little boys want a bath now .. so good day all!
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    Default ... with a pocket full of my coworkers balls

    How do you like that title .. seems a little sexual doesn't it? Well it isn't, they are foil balls .. I have a nice picture of them on facebook .. I'm saving up Nicks balls, and my plan is to save enough to one day be able to attack him with a bunch of balls. I wish I would have thought of this sooner, by now i would have had hundreds, but the idea only came to me tonight!

    I have posted my plan on facebook .. he is on my facebook, and I tag all of my crazy plans to him .. so he HAS to know what I'm going to do .. what i didn't say is that if my plan fails .. I'm shrink wrapping his truck, because that is both mean and funny, also an excellent form of payback for having him throw these balls at me all the time lol.

    I work at the Barbee hotel .. I just can't leave that job. It's fun, it's easy, and it's one big happy family. I am very close with all of my coworkers, chefs, bartenders, servers, and even *gasp* my bosses! I wasn't even there 6 months when I got my first raise. Everyone was shocked, we were going into the slow season, and Danny NEVER gives raises. I also started getting a lot of new stuff. No one could believe it.

    I have found that in no situation is it ever impossible to get something. Sometimes you just have to prove the value, and threatening to run a particular thing over with your car helps too once in a while. I operate in such a manner that I can get everything that I ask for.

    Danny even buys me drinks when he is there. I know, who needs their boss to buy them drinks right? In the case that I never openly said this, I love to have the occasional drink, I am not anti wine, the first miracle Jesus performed was turning water into wine. I'm not a drunkard, but if my boss offers to buy me a drink, I'm taking him up on it, and I want the $25 a glass wine, because it's good, and I like it!

    I even go over board with it now and then. Yep, I've been drunk. I was drunk on Friday night. Stayed after work, drank too much, sang for everyone and then came home and fell asleep hugging a bucket. I didn't puke, I guess I didn't drink that much, but I drank enough to think I drank that much. I had a kid free night, and that's really rare, so i felt like getting stupid.

    I'm sharing this because I think it's funny. Besides, it seems like here on all these boards are all these perfect parents, with their perfect rules, and their perfect lives, and hell I just don't fit in. I'm so not perfect, and my kids get to have an use their voice when it comes to rules I have, they are actively participating in their lives and they have important roles. I'm not a dictator, I don't operate a dictatorship. Apparently that's frowned upon. It's cool though, because not only am I one of the apparently crappy moms but I also hang out after work and get crap faced with my coworkers, and I don't feel bad about it, I'm happy to get the chance to be retarded drunk with people I love when they too are retarded drunk.

    I realize this will only lead to more judgements of myself, I mean who else here lets all of their children leave for a whole night and uses that free time to act like kids themselves? I believe that I, the cheese, stands alone!

    So, what else have I been doing .. hmm woke up with a lovely hang over, drank some coffee, ate, and went back to work. I am spending my Sunday morning with my church family, and going back to the Barbee after church for a burger and fries, my children and husband will also be joining me, and that's the story of my wild and crazy and back to normal life weekend, thanks for reading!
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    Default 685 People have looked at my babble

    Still makes my jaw hit the floor .. Hi .. I'm not exciting .. sorry!

    Christmas was fun, I learned how to make jammies for American Girl Dolls, I bought a keurig and I love it. Today I am saying goodbye to not only 2011, which has been a bitter sweet year .. but also a big fat GOOD BYE to my laptop podium! I'm getting my desk today! Woohoo!

    I'm not going to lie .. my house is still Christmas cluttered, new bikes, still in boxes, are sitting in my living room! My baby has been sick, we spent last night in the er .. his o2 stats, heart rate, and body temp were all very low .. he apparently caught up on some rsv and bronchitis .. they gave him a breathing treatment, some meds, and sent him on his way. Mean while, he has been a butt, throwing those 2 year old screaming fits, hitting his brothers, and being very selfish. I do not enjoy this new attitude .. what happened to my sweet, happy, oh so compliant baby boy??? Some one stole my little angle boy and replaced him with their satan spawn! That has to be what has happened, and I believe it's one of the 685 people that have viewed my journal. Yes, you need to return my child please! LOL!

    I'm greatly enjoying my break from school, no rush to get to class is nice. On the same token, i miss my posse .. with the holidays we have had no time to get together, and no classes to force us! I made the deans list with a perfect 4.0 .. of course nothing but the best comes from me so I expected this!

    Well the husband is home so off I go! Buh bye for now!
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    Default 2012

    I have a sick kid .. and so my coworkers had to miss my rendition of 1999 .. awwwww lol! I can't believe I had to miss the party of the year AND didn't even get drunk .. and I couldn't even be there to get my newly 21 year old co worker liquored up .. don't worry I bought him plenty of liquor to do it without me, and I got pictures from my friends texr to me all night to show the awesome progress lol. Poor Zak!!

    In a way I'm glad i wasn't in for the party, I mean I would have a terrible hang over today, and who wants a hang over? Not I!

    My today is busy, going to the inlaws for a new years day party .. this means I have to say so long to my keurig for the day BOOO! I hate saying good bye to my coffee. On the bright side I will be hanging out with some darn cool people. I'm lucky to have a good mother in law, my last one was a dumb broad and we didn't get along at all. In the end she won, and now her son is with a married woman .. LOL .. she doesn't like her either.

    Well Ben is bugging me to go see Aunt Jessica .. my 8 year old sister in law .. aka Angelica .. aka the bossy boss .. hehe we love Jess. I'm out of here!!
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    Default FINALLY!

    Classes are back in session, and I think people finally realize that I am excessively boring. Home work is done for the week, except for anything that may be assigned today. Another semester, another psych class .. I hate psyche .. I can barely read through the material, it's just so repetitive and dull. It's the same stuff I already learned in my Hums classes. It's ok though, easy A!

    Last semester I had a killer math class, it was just really hard for me for whatever reason. There was one test that was given, everyone bombed, my very first f .. a 35% .. I was so embarrassed. I hung it on my white board anyway, I figured that if I saw it every day, I would remember every day that I indeed was not perfect. The instructor chose to give us a retest. I got a 97% the second round, and hung it on my white board next to my ugly failure. I explained to my children about the test (and the grades) and why it was important to me. Now every time Jaden looks at my white board, he points to my bad paper and says "That's an F", and then to my good paper "That's an A." "The F is bad, the A is good."

    4 of 6 children are in school, 4 of 6 children are honor roll students. They don't know what it's like to get an F, and until that math class neither did I. It was the WORST feeling in the world, because I knew that not only did I have to personally deal with this and find a way to correct it, but I had to show this terrible grade to my family, and I had to take responsibility for it myself. Instead of admitting that I didn't get it, and going to the tutor, I told myself not to worry, because I ALWAYS GET GOOD GRADES. I was going to pull knowledge I didn't have out of a hat like a rabbit .. oooh magic! i worked harder and got it after the failure, my instructor dropped my F like it never happened, and replaced it with the retest grade, but I still have both papers on my white board, little daily reminders that I'm not perfect, but I'm in a state of constant improvement.

    My social services instructor dropped our classes, and hired a new woman to replace her. The instructor took a job being our program adviser. I HATE the new instructor. She's an ignorant *****, no one respects her, and she has no control over the class room. It's a class of grown adults, and it took almost 2 hours to get through a syllabus that shouldn't have taken more than 15 minutes. People were interrupting, speaking over her, and didn't even care what she was saying. It was absolutely stupid.

    I don't have time to finish these thoughts, so that's all
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    A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with cookies and a six-pack of root beer and he started his journey….

    ….When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.

    The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a cookie.

    The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

    Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

    As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

    When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?

    He replied “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added “You know what? God’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

    Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked,” Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?”

    He replied, “I ate cookies in the park with God.” However, before his son could respond he added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
    ~Author Unknown

    People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
    Embrace all equally!
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    I so love reading your posts!
    Ryan and Rachael
    Parents to Chase, Abby, Hunter, Rachel, Caleb, Hannah & Nate

    ~Remembering sweet baby Oliver, born to Heaven October 20, 2009, & keeping Carole in our prayers~

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