So another year of the same Ole stuff has started, and yet it still surprises me with all the drama it brings.
Luckily, none of the drama effects me directly...and I can just stand on the side lines and say what idiots people are. That's always fun.

I applied for the Lactation Peer Counselor position online the other day...hopefully that turns out. If so, Penny will watch Miles most of the days, since we can't afford daycare. As soon as I find out if i get the job or not, I am going to put Miles on the waiting list for Green Gables. It's supposed to be a very nice day care, and considering the other ones I've seen around town,-I wouldn't even want to pull into their driveways! Green Gables seems like the best bet. Let me know if you have heard anything about them, or have your own opinions. Anyway, by the time that rolls around, hopefully we will have saved up enough money.

I have to say here lately I have been SO GLAD that Thomas and I decided not to have another kid. We might later, but for right now, I just want it to be me, him, and Miles. It's so easy. I know how to deal with Miles, and right now, I don't feel like I could handle another baby. And I keep thinking to myself "I don't want to be one of those women who have two kids and can never do anything" I know that's not true for all moms of two children...but it would be for me. I haven't even left Miles over night yet...and he's TWO! If I had two children...I definitely wouldn't have a life.

So, My Aunt Pam will be here in a few days...I always love having her here. She makes me a bettere person. Her smile is contagious, and her laugh is warming, and she gives the best advice. I'm so glad that she is a part of my life, and that Miles is lucky enough to have her a part of his life. We have been trying for over a year to get Miles to say her name...he refuses to do it. It's hilarious. For now he calls her "PiiP" wich is funny. I know he can say Pam, but I think he knows how bad she wants him to say it, so he's messing with her. lol Kids are smart I tell ya.

Well, I guess that's all for now, I need to head to bed.

Peace.

In-Laws, Sheesh!

So, as most of you know if you read the previous blog, one of my main new years resolutions was to stop cussing. So far, it's not turning out as I planned.
We went to bed at 3 am, and at 8 this morning, our door bell was ringing, Thomas went to go see who it was, and it turns out to be his dumb ass brother curled up in the fetal position on our front porch...acting like he was freakin' dying.
He kept saying, help me, I'm cut (apparently he got in a fight and the other guy pulled a knife) -So I'm thinking he got stabbed, because of the way he's talking, and laying there, so I say, "I'm going to call 911"- and turn to walk away, and then Jeremy freaks out and says "no, don't call" Turns out just his hand was cut...but I didn't see it. Anyway...they (him, his girlfriend, and her two kids, plus the one they just had together) live in Jacksonville...why the hell he drove all the way down here to our front porch, I have no clue.
Turns out some guy started saying stuff to him about his girlfriend, they got in a fight, he loaded every one up (I'm assuming he was drunk, can't figure a sober person doing any of this) heads down this way, and then apparently got even more pissed and started taking it out physically and verbally on his girlfriend infront of the kids.
So needless to say, my tired, hung over ass isn't dealing with this too well. I think I've used the F word more the first day of this year, than I did in all of last year.
His brother is so stupid, and needs to be in prison, at least in there he can't fuck up his kids lives.
My new years night on the other hand was nice.. I got to spend it with my dad. We had to take him back to the airport today...who knows how long it will be before I see him again. I hadn't seen him for a year until a few days ago.
Anyway, I had to vent...that's what these things are for right????
Hope everyone had a safe new years.
Peace.

New Year's Resolutions!

Well, another year has come and gone so fast I feel like I can't remember most of it. I remember my step-dad dying, moving into our new house, and my best friend moving, and the birth of my new nephew...and a few other first time things that will make me remember this year for the rest of my life-but what about the little things?? I can't seem to remember the little things....maybe that's why I take so many pictures! lol
So every year I make a resolution, and don't stick to it...this year, I am going to. To better myself for my son.
My resolutions this year are:
*Stop Cussing
*Control My Temper Better
*Lose Weight


The Losing weight thing is going to be hard...We can't afford for me to go on any program, and because most of my friends won't do it with me, I lose the desire, and eventually just quit and end up wasting the money. So my plan is to change my eating habits, and walk on the treadmill every day...at least, but not limited to one mile. We'll see how that goes. I'm tired of taking pictures will all my friends and being the plump one. I look like a freakin' giant next to everyone.

I cuss entirely too much, and I don't really know how it got this bad. But it needs to stop..so look forward to me making up new words like "shafooey", and "fufroo froo".

My temper towards other people is somewhat ok, but towards Thomas, it's ridiculous. I take things out on him that I shouldn't, and it causes alot of uneeded stress for him, and myself.
He let's me stay home with Miles, he works 3 jobs to make us get by, and I should really chill out and be nicer...so I feel like this one is the most important, and this is the one that I'm going to try my hardest to keep.

Usually Thomas and I don't go out for New Year's-even before Miles was born...we just never did. And now that Miles is here, the last thing I want to do is go to a party, and then leave while everyone is drinking and driving, and jeopordize my life. So once again, we're chillin' at the house. A couple of friends are coming over, and we're going to have a fire, and probably play rock band...woo hoo.

Everyone be safe.

Possible Job?

I've been taking this class-it's a 12 week class, one day a week for a couple of hours, and it's FREE (paid for by a grant from the State). It's to become a Lactation Peer Counselor. We have already finished 3 classes and have 9 more to go. But last night at class the teacher announced (to the 2 of us that showed, there are only 3 of us in the class) that a full time position for a peer counselor has opened up at the Health Department, and that we could go ahead and apply, even with out finishing the class- I AM SO EXCITED! I am going to apply for this job, and hopefully I'll get it.
It's funny, as we go through the different things that peer counselors do and say, I realize, that I am already a peer counselor to my friends, and I'm just not getting paid for it!
As soon as I started breast feeding, and felt that feeling of pure...well, I can't explain the feeling you get when you look down and see your child surviving off of you, the bond you feel, the feeling you get in your stomach when you look down at your child and they look up and make eye contact with you and smile as they are nursing..It's one of the best feelings in the world.-anyway, I got distracted there-sorry. But, I knew as soon as I started breast feeding, that I wanted to get involved in helping other mothers feel the same way, to educate them on the benefits, and myths of breast feeding. My goal in taking these classes was to have a job opportunity, and now I have one, and really really hope I get it!
I looked on line for the application (because our teacher told us it was there) but can't find it...so I will call her later...but I just wanted to share the possible good news, and ask you to wish me luck!

Blah Blah BLOG

Hi.
Well, I always have so much to say, as most of you know. My friend Joy started this blogging thing, and I signed up for it, and I just love reading it. It's like your/her own diary to the world! So, after reading a few of hers, I decided to start my own.
Let me go ahead and warn you...read at your own risk!