I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet.

Its funny how actually opening your eyes to the world around you makes you realize how blessed you really are.

So there I walking around Petsmart lost in my own little curse the dogs world thinking to myself how the hell I was going to get the stains out from the carpet when I came upon a man in the check out line pushing a buggie with a new baby bundled up inside. It was clear the he was in the military, once you've been with a military man you can spot them like Manolo Blahnik in a sea of Payless or for you fashion challenged, a windows in a sea of macs, ew..anyways back to what I was saying. They have a certain "swagga" to them with a touch of cocky thrown in. Out of no where Landon says "What happen to his feets?" What happened to be going on with his 'feets' was that he was a double amputee. In addition to the obvious prosthesis because he was wearing shorts, they were wrapped ACU pattern. Those words of course caused me to immediately blush followed by a quick "I'm not sure baby." He walked away before I was able to say a word to him. I promptly checked out and walked my purchases to the trunk of my car and got the boys and myself in. What do you say to that innocent of a question. It wasn't hateful or judgmental, it was because he had never seen anything like that before but at the same time it was a rude comment. Now here comes the hard task. To tactfully explain to him that there is a time and place for those sort of questions and more importantly trying to explain to him that more then likely it was a horrible accident and furthermore that it might have happened during his duty. Maybe it is because Bry is due home in a day or two from Iraq or because I just finished with the parade of roses but it was too much for me to handle. I completely fell apart. The thought of that could easily happen to our family was just to much to handle. When we got home me and him sat out and I explained to him why his legs were like that and got on the internet to show him more pictures of prosthesis'. I told Landon that he lost his legs because he was strong enough to live without and that there is nothing that he should be scared about.

TO THIS MAN THAT HAS UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHED MY LIFE AND SEE HOW BLESS I TRULY AM, THANK YOU.

Baby is the new it item.

I love how the teenagers are cam-whoring it up with their bellies protruding.

Almost makes me think it was better when they were ostracized for getting pregnant as a teenager, instead of now when they're practically praised. You have Bristal Palin, The 16 and Pregnant girls, its been celebritized. Its unreal. I know I WAS A TEEN MOM, I was 17 when I had Kade, but damn when people started finding out I was so embarrassed of what people would think of me and what they would say. Not these girls, they are proud at being knocked up at eleventeen. Being able to dress that belly cutesy and to have that perfect baby bumps are first priority. 

 Then their delusions continue with the importance of making sure the baby has designer clothes and a cute pink Coach diaper bag. And on who's dime? Their high school part time job isn't going to able to afford that. What about the boyfriend AKA baby daddy. Mommy, Daddy??? Er wait is it Grandma, Grandpa??? 

 

This is going to sound so snotty of me but I have stopped going to the south mall (its more of the "teenage mall") because all the ghetto fabulous bellies parading around with their friends pushing around their little sometimes pride and joys. 

Crazier then witnessing the multiple herds of  baby parades is that they try to look cute and sexy while pushing these strollers and rocking their bumps. Like "Hey fellow male mall rats, take a look at this prime real estate." Miraculously the baby daddy's are no where to be found. You have 4-7 girls all in the same boat and at least 6 of these groups. What does the future hold for theses accessories...er I mean babies?

Alo neglected blog.

I haven't actually posted on here forever, not to say that I was ever a avid blog poster to began with. Because it is still in the infant stages of the year 2011, here is my very belated resolution. TO POST MORE. Not because I have anything particularly interesting to put out, or because I have a a gaggle of readers that I have thus far abandon but, because, gosh darn it, I enjoy hearing myself talk sometimes. It feels nice to share even if no one is really listening. So here it goes.

Today is my Gotcha day. So what is that? Its something that I am pretty sure my mum invented. It has to be my favorite holiday. It was the day I was adopted. Well, more like the day she came to Mexico and retrieved me. Our celebrations consist of going out to eat/getting take out, a small gift, then usually cuppy cakes! To me, this day is coupled with a sense of superiority. I mean come on, its an exclusive holiday that us "children of the heart instead of the womb" get to party to. Nothing makes your feel more important then having an appreciation day. So basically kinda like a birthday but way more awesome! I remember growing up that I used to brag to my friends about February 6th. Of course they all pretty much thought I/this day was lame but I chopped up to jealously. Most children are surprises, I was carefully thought out and "invested in." Even now it has become a joke to laugh at the boys since they don't have a Gotcha day. (So ha haha ha ha boys YOU'RE  MISSING OUT!) Perhaps someday I will be able to share a Gotcha day with one of my children? Only time will tell, but for now it is my special day. =]

Okay time for a random thought: I swear even my dogs can back talk in their own special doggy sort of way. I yelled "down" to them just a moment ago because the pampered pet that they are, like being on couches and beds. So what do they do? They lay down!

Well goodbye lovelies, off I shall go to enjoy my night. 

Oh man is my son a packrat. He asked his teacher for tape and she gave it to him. Note this was at between 830 and 12 am and he just now at 655 pm he whips it out it us in one of his inventions. Wow.

As of late.k

okay... so my damn monitor took a shit. tonight. r.i.p. dear screen. it was good while it lasted. i got an android phone. its pretty much everything i want it to be. the only complaint is no spell check. urhg. so t is done with j. now t is with d. they... t and j are still going on with the wedding... he asked d to go. im trying to get out of this stupid apartment... hopefully it works. um. so yeah. still waiting on child support. my things from brandon. my rug from christina. i have baby fever. i need a cure. fast. thats the last thing i need. um...yeah. something change.

The nothingness

I have never been something to be proud of. I fear I will never be anything or anyone to be proud of. Hopefully this wont rub off on my boys. I want them to do so much better in life then I have. 

-FIn