Momma Resa

Changing Tides....

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 04:32:00 +0000

Well y'all... Things are changing. And this blog just doesn't suit. So I've set up shop over at a new blog...

So come see me, and see what I'm up to. I'm missin you already!

Secrets Don't Make Friends

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 08:02:00 +0000

And they make my life HARDER.

I'm not talking about "I had really awesomely great sex with so and so, and the shooting range is perfectly acceptable place to pretend there is privacy." secrets.

I'm talking about my cousin who is a pharmacy tech, not informing me that I should eat BEFORE I take lortabs, not after.

Oh and that they make you more nauseous than the first trimester of any pregnancy.

And I should probably mention that Pinterest will not keep you awake once you take drowsiness causing lortabs. And you'll wake up with your finger on the down arrow and no more 'down' to go.

And that not getting on a decent 6 hour medicine schedule so that you're not up at 3am, writing a post while waiting for your latest dose of lortab to take effect.

PS- I'm not drunk or high... I'm in pain. Love me anyways.. There will be better posts soon. Promise.

It's TShirt Time!!!

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 16:50:00 +0000

We're in party planning mode over here again. There is just not enough time between April and July. There are just 3 weeks until Cat turns 3. And I am just getting started in party mode.

We're doing a Dora party. There are two exciting parts of a party for me, not inlcuding the presents.

The Cake, because hello Duff and Buddy Valastro have made cake decorating an art form.

And the shirts that I've started making for the kids. On Cat's second birthday she was all about Mickey Mouse Club House. She had a minnie mouse themed birthday party. I decided she needed a shirt, and I couldn't find one I liked for her. So I decided to decorate one.

Cat at her Second Birthday Party

And I liked the way it turned out so well, we made one for Poppa for his first birthday.

Since we couldn't decide on a theme for his party. We just used his name and a number 1. It turned out great! So now it's what we do. This will be our third party shirt and I am so excited to make a Dora shirt. Mostly because it's not going to be something you might see somewhere else.

I am all about individuality.

We're Growing!

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 00:34:00 +0000

And not in a way that my family would ever expect.

It totally happened on accident. We were busy inside doing Halloweeny things

The Puppy

Tink

Like Dressing Kids

And it was past time for Trick Or Treating to begin, so I stuck a pumpkin outside to tell the kids to knock cause we had candy to hand out! And then we went to the church's Trunk or Treat, and had dinner. And we got on with our lives.

Randomly we'd look at the forgotten pumpkin and say Someone needs to take that pumpkin out to the trash. Or If we're not careful we're going to have our own pumpkin patch.

And we'd promise to take care of it before the next trash day. And so it went on for the last 7 and a half months... but now.

Now we're growing... That's right...

We're growing a pumpkin. At least one pumpkin, because I caught this little bloom on the vine.

Our Pumpkin

Oh Man...

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 21:30:00 +0000

Single mother's favorite holiday is this weekend. Oh yes it is. Father's Day.

That's right it's the day where you're supposed to honor your child's other 'parent'. I personally didn't even know it was coming up until they said something about it in the newspaper last week. I got a shocked OmiGAWD it's already here? Look on my face. But it wasn't and I got a small repreve. But now it is here. It is Sunday and I have no idea what I'll be doing.

Maybe I'll splurge on me and get some nice food for dinner. Then I'll give the ladies 'pedicures' (as in I paint their toe nails. No calf rubbing here.) and maybe I'll get around to giving myself that perm... so I'll have some curl to my hair on a regular basis. But we'll see.

Or maybe I'll just veg with some Lifetime Movies and Cheetos Puffs. Either way I will be celebrating my other parental holiday this weekend.

I'm working on some posts in this crazy brain of mine just give it a chance.

I did it to Myself

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 12:47:00 +0000

I sabotaged my own Saturday mornings.

We're (still) potty training. Cat gets it, but she's also (like her mother) easily distracted. So we're still working on it. Because when she's playing she doesn't wanna stop to go to the bathroom. I totally get it, I don't wanna stop what I'm doing all the time to pee, but hey it is what it is.

But back to mornings... Most nights Cat wears panties to bed. In order not to change bed sheets every day, she's gotta go to the bathroom before she's even really awake. Which gives me about 2 minutes to get her to the bathroom. At first I wasn't sure what I should do to inspire her to move that little butt to the potty. But then I got it. She's 2 (almost 3) so she's competitive. Especially since her brother came along, there's nothing quite like sibling rivalry.

So Cat and I race to the potty every morning, at about 6:30. And God help her sheets if someone is in the bathroom at 6:30. And during the week that is wonderful. We have time (for me) not to freak out about being late, and get her hair put up and everything before 'school'.

But on the weekends, when I'd like to sleep in to maybe, oh I don't know a crazy 8 am, I am not so crazy about the race to the bathroom. And trying to understand, when I'm still half asleep from staying up watching Zach Bagans and Ghost Adventures on Friday night, that Cat is saying "Ready, set, go." And that I should be getting up to do my pretend shuffle run to the bathroom is just not easy.

Later today I'll be washing sheets because I didn't understand this morning. But I did it to myself.

SOC # I don't Even Remember!

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sun, 15 May 2011 04:23:00 +0000

So many things are going on right now in my life.

TUesday I've got an appointment to see about (finally) getting some assistance for Childcare (because that bill is EXPENSIVE). And hopefully after I get that assistance I can move out and get the other kinds of assistance that are available to those of us who's life does not include weekends "off" or bonbons to be eaten. I am a little bit raging because of other people in my family (who I personally) don't work as hard, or at all, and seem to have a much better position in life. But I'm trying to just get over that because I got two GREAT kids and they need me to not be a complaining pain in the butt.

Also I got pathetic enough and joined an online dating website (no I will NOT tell you which one). But I realized my Facebook is so NOT online dating friendly. Since Poppa was born I have like ZERO pictures that don't include at least one of the kids, or look like a completely worn out piece of poo.

And that was my Five minutes

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Benefits For a Single Parent

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sat, 07 May 2011 20:51:00 +0000

I'm a single parent. But not your usual single parent, as the fathers of both of my children have absolutely nothing to do with the children that they've fathered. And so most days the I focus on the benefits even when the disadvantages see to rear their head at every turn.

But I realized this morning, while shaving the legs I'd been avoid since new years day, that I totally have a benfit I didn't consider before. I don't have to worry about Father's day. I don't have to go try and get the kids to let me 'help' them either pick out a stinkin present or make/customize a present. Which I totally love.

Random bonus, because I don't have a partner (significant other, friend with benefits, etc.) and both kids are young, I get an excuse to buy myself something. Which I will be deciding on at some point this week.

I'll leave you with some cute pictures from Thursday afternoon when the weather as just so darn agreeable.

Fun Bags!

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Tue, 03 May 2011 01:42:00 +0000

Here's a little fun assortment of things that have happened around my house that I haven't written about...

Poppa's first birthday party.Which went off without too much of a hitch. Except for the whole severe thunder storm warnings and tornado watches. I decided to go with a primary color first birthday party. And he has loved all of his presents, which is comforting.

Poppa's first birthday. He wore the traditional home designed tshirt. He went to 'school'. The next day we went to Red Lobster. And I have a mini break down because I am not mother to both a one year old and an almost three year old. Scary!!

The church Easter Egg Hunt. Both kids looked adorable and got some Easter eggs in their baskets. Cat really gets it now, Poppa just likes the sound the eggs make when he hits them on the ground, or together.

Easter. Cat looked adorable, and then refused to take a picture with me. Poppa looked adorable. Period.

A Torrential amount of rain. I'm considering trading my car in for a boat. We've got like a bajillion centimeters of rain in the last ten days. And if we didn't get another rain storm for the whole summer I'm almost certain that the crops would still be plentiful. But I'm not a farmer, so maybe I'm wrong. I probably am.

Busy Little Bees

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sat, 30 Apr 2011 19:17:00 +0000

Lately life has been busy. And I've been avoiding the internet (except facebook because apparently I'm addicted).

But really it's time for me to come back.

I'm not myself out her in "real life" because I'm missing the connection that's here in my digital world.

Sometimes I feel all alone here in cyber space but I have the option of pretending me and Brittany Gibbons or Meredith Soleau are bffs because I go read and immediately (most of the time) understand what they're saying.

And that is what I miss out here in the "real world". So I'm coming back yall.

I'm sure not promising to be better than ever at this bloggy thing. But I'm going to start to give it a little more attention.

I sure hope ya'll can stick around and ride these waves with me while I really figure out what the heck I'm doing here.

And for your trouble here's a picture of Cat.. checking out the lobster tank at Red Lobster.

The Keepers

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 03:40:00 +0000

My family is made up of a bunch of keepers. Not like soccer.

We're all just a bunch of people who don't get rid of stuff, cause hello!

What if someday Billgium moves out and needs a Christmas tree and ornaments and possibly some Thanksgiving decorations, you know in 2014.

Well the fact is, not only is Billium only 15, the Christmas tree we're keeping has no base and I'm not entirely sure about the quality of those Thanksgiving 'decorations.'

If we don't do something soon you'll be seeing us on Hoarders. Okay well maybe not "soon" but eventually. And let's face it, if I'm going to be famous for being on a tv show it is NOT going to be Hoarders.

So with that in mind, I'm instigating (and pushing to get done, for real this time.) Spring Cleaning in our house.

So while I'm going through random tubs of clothes, decorations, sheets, housing paraphenalia you guys should just pray that I don't lose my mind. Or suddenly donate to Goodwill the things I'm supposed to be passing down for generations.

Residual Thinking

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 23:06:00 +0000

I am suddenly horrible at coming up with these things (aka: posts). My brain is just full of random short thoughts.

I'm reading that freakin Left Behind Series, which totally sticks to my brain like super glue to a finger.

Poppa's birthday is the 27th and we're having is party on the 23rd. So I'm trying to plan this little get together (I'll have my pity party about the size of this get together later.)

I started tanning again. No one told me that my stinkin pregnancy mask would come back. It's like one of those dirty little secrets. I was getting dressed after tanning today and I look and there's stuff on my face. And it's not stuff I put there. It's freckles.

Freckles that are called pregnancy mask, like you should be wearing it with pride. Oh yeah, cause everyone wants to wear a mask of pregnancy. Especially people who are female and already overweight.

How do I know it's the residual (and will forever haunt me) pregnancy mask, you ask. Because I am a Floridian by birth. That means I was a sun baby. I spent many a summer (and warm weekend) day at the beach or in the pool, without freckles. And suddenly they are there, maring the only part of my body that I even attempt to like. But that's okay, because eventually they'll just disappear into wrinkles when I'm old and no one will even notice the little freckles.

Now I'm going to pretend that the reason I'm slathering on night time face cream has absolutely nothing to do with that pregnancy mask, and everything to do with trying to keep tanning from drying out my skin, yeah right.

The (Kinda) Date

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 01:14:00 +0000

So I put on my liar pants one day earlier this week.. And I said I was going to post on Friday night, about what happened on Friday night.

So in order to take off my liar pants (which I'm tired of because they keep smoking) I'm going to blog about what happened Friday night instead of my usual SOC with Fadra.

The kids and I loaded up in the Mom-mobile and headed out to our date. I bought new outfits for both kids and myself a new shirt. Not to mention the snacks that I (don't) usually carry around, just in case.

I had total butterflies and nervous nelly attacks, but I gathered all my gumption and just kept on trucking until we got there.

I'm so glad I did because we had a good time. Bmom was awesome and amusing. She made me feel absolutely at home because she did not have her house looking all spectacular when we got there. And I can't tell you how much of a relief that is.

She cooked, we ate. The kids watched some tv (mostly Poppa watched Mickey Mouse). And we talked. And we talked. And we talked some more. And then she invited me/us back out for the Sunday School gathering they're hosting on the 29th.

I don't know if we're going yet. But I'm definitely thinking about it.

Dating Again, Kinda

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 01:41:00 +0000

BFFs

I have a date.

Well I have a date kinda.

I have a friend date. Actually it's more like a mom's who need friends who aren't their mothers date.

Sunday we had a nursery meeting at church (because workers are in short supply, even though kids aren't). After the nursery meeting I finally just had to tell people. I let the (three) women of the church know. I need friends. I love my mom, and there's nothing I'd change except, I need more friends than just my mom.

And what do you know, after whoring out my number and facebook information, I have a date (with the kids) on Friday for dinner at my could be new friends' house.

So now I wonder, is this what I should do in order to find me a man? I'll just go up to the pulpit and tell the pastor "I need me a man, and my kids need a good dad. All those willing to apply please see me after church in the fellowship hall."

Don't worry, I'm not doing that this weekend. However if I do ever decide to do that I'll make sure mom gets it on camera so you all can watch my utter #fail at dating.

It's a Shame

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 01:53:00 +0000

I have been a 'big girl' for as long as I can remember. And I never really had any issues with that. I was me and I was happy, and people literally called me cheeks because I smiled so much, and my cheeks looked like chipmunk cheeks.

Then one time my mom was talking to someone, I don't really remember how old I was or who she was talking to. All I remember is that she was telling them that my not being self concious about my arm fat and wearing sleeveless tops made her feel less self concious about herself. And while that's great for her, I realized that there was something I should be ashamed of about my body.

Then I got over it, and moved on, and loved being me and my size. Then, after two pregnancies, I'm at this weight and body shape that I cannot get comfortable with. I can't be comfortable or proud. And there's really very little reason as to why I'm having such trouble with it.

I was never made fun of. I was never put down. I did all the things I wanted to do while I was growing up.

And the girls at Curvy Girl Guide have started this new own your weight thing.

And I physically can't. And the problem with this is that I've never not owned my weight. I've never not been proud of myself and my body. And now I am.

I am ashamed of my body. I hide my weight. I cannot own my weight/body because I am NOT okay with it.

And writing this out has made me realize that if my weight is this much of an issue for me now that I really need to focus on that, like seriously.

Paci Free!

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 11:25:00 +0000

Eh, about a week ago Cat ‘gave’ her beloved paci to her cousin’s soon to be coming baby.
We put it in a ring box.

And she wasn’t quite ready to let go.

But we put it in a gift bag, and surrounded it with tissue paper.

And said goodbye.

Sunday night she threw up and had to miss “school” on Monday. Tuesday I called to see how naptime was going sans paci. Not good was the answer. And Wednesday and Thursday the daycare called me, because her fits were just too outrageous. (She is her mother’s child. I’m loud even when I don’t want to be. I’m emotional even when I don’t want to be. And I’m anxious about silly things, and sometimes I can’t articulate them very well.)

Thursday afternoon while on the phone with the daycare owner we (I, because she was about NO help.) decide to sneak the paci into Cat’s backpack, then if they absolutely need it they have it. But we will still not be using one at home.

Friday I call to make sure her cousin picked her up. She did and she had a GREAT naptime. Without the paci. Well shoot! That’s great!

Hopefully this week will go as smooth as Friday.

And we’re still paci free at home, even though she asks regularly.

SOC #6

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 11:59:00 +0000

I usually try to have some kind of idead about what I want to write before I start out, even for my SOC. But I’m not today. So here goes, my real SOC.

It’s Sunday, obviously, and I’m up again today at 6 o’clock with Cat, because she’s all “I need to go potty.” And I know that potty training is important and all that, but couldn’t it like wiat until 6:30 or 7. Cause that would make me happier, especially since I stayed up watching Ghost Adventures til 2am. Yeah I know it wasn’t smart. And it kind of seems awkward since I’m all “Church/Christ/Christians” whatever. But doesn’t that mean I should believe in that business? Cause I mean if I believe in Jesus, then wouldn’t I believe in an after life/other world? And I do believe that the veil between this life and the afterlife is thin and that they effect each other in a constant way.

And where the heck did that mini rant come from? I’ve got court tomorrow. I’m not excited about that. I was going 10 under the speed limit, but I didn’t have my seatbelt on. The man pulled out and pulled me over as I was pulling into the dang daycare parking lot. Of course I didn’t notice, until I’d already parked. And I’m NOT excited about court. It’s a very nerving experience for me, after allt he times I went with dad and he ended up in jail. And we do share initials (and surnames).

DING, that’s all folks.

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Poppa's Formation

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 00:06:00 +0000

It’s time for you all to know a little more about how I got to be literally Momma Resa.

The shortest story goes something like a dark club, a kid free weekend, a bonus check and lots (and I do mean LOTS) of Redbull and (cheap) vodka.

The longer story includes a guy that I recognized from work, but didn’t know. A cousin who was supposed to be my consciences. And me going home with the boy I recognized from work.

The longest story, I’m going to spare you all the details and just give you the interesting tidbits.
He was my “uncle’s” nephew (we are NOT blood related, like AT ALL.). He was on a break from his wife. He has multiple kids by other women, few of which he sees. He is not even that good looking. I had gone almost two years without any booty (nookie, da goods, whatever.) I’d drank way too much, like WAY too much. I should have listened to my cousin. And I don’t remember much of the night Poppa’s conception. He said he wanted to be a part of the baby’s life. He lied. I don’t believe in needing a man’s support (because I’m stubborn and independent, but mostly stubborn.) I haven’t heard from him since I found out the sex of Poppa, which happened around Christmas 2009.

I was going to do it all story blog, make it seem was more interesting. I realized this does NOT need to be one of those kinds of posts. So it’s just the nitty gritty.

PS- I felt the need to let you all know about this, and eventually about how Cat came around. Because when commenting and posting and just all around relating in the world I have this background that influences what I say... So anyway.

I Pledge

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 01:24:00 +0000

The more "Mommy Blogs" or "Mommy Bloggers" or even mom focused forums I read the more I want to stand up and yell at other people to be nice. How are we to teach our children love, acceptance and kindness if we cannot even show that to fellow women who are dealing with the same battles that we have (or will be) dealing with?

The most important advice I have ever heard (especially relating to parenthood). You have to make the next right choice. You can't focus on what MAY happen down the road if you give your kids pacifiers, or if you don't breastfeed or a billion other things. You need to make that the right now is taken care of, because there may not be a tomorrow.

And because of all of that blathering up there I am taking The Mom Pledge.

The Mom Pledge

I am a proud Mommy Blogger. I will conduct myself with integrity in all my blogging activities. I can lead by example.

I pledge to treat my fellow moms with respect. I will acknowledge that there is no one, "right" way to be a good Mom. Each woman makes the choices best for her family.

I believe a healthy dialogue on important issues is a good thing. I will welcome differing opinions when offered in a respectful, non-judgmental manner. And will treat those who do so in kind.

I stand up against online bullying. My blog is my space. I will not tolerate comments that are rude, condescending or disrespectful.

I refuse to give those who attack a platform. I will remove their remarks from my blog with no mention or response. I can take control.

I want to see moms work together to build one another up, not tear each other down. Words can be used as weapons. I will not engage in that behavior.

I affirm that we are a community. As a member, I will strive to foster goodwill among moms. Together, we can make a difference.

SOC Sunday #5

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 20:41:00 +0000

Stream Of Consciousness Sunday...
The Rules:

Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
Link up your post below.
Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Today is a good day. We curled Cat’s hair last night and today the curls were there. It wasn’t amazing like my hair does, but it was interesting. And you never know unless you try. So we tried something new and it worked decently.

I am tired and trying to drink some EXTREME caffeine French vanilla cappucion from the gas station. Because this house is a mess. Mostly it’s a mess from us just living in it, but also because we sent my sister to Florida to live. And thank GOD she’s gone, I love her but she makes me crazy. And she makes life chaotic. And there’s a reason we no longer have certain people in our life. And that reason is because of the drama and chaos that they bring to it.

Next Saturday I have to go go my cousin’s girlfriend’s baby shower. I am not excited. If Sarah hadn’t lost her baby we would be getting ready for our own baby shower and that is hard. Like really hard. I know I have two kids, but I don’t have any nieces or nephews and I was so excited. But that’s no one’s fault it’s just how life goes. So it’s really probably best that Sarah is in Florida now. Because it would probably kill her to go to the baby shower.

My head hurts, probably from thinking too much and going outside with a wet head to church this morning. I love being the presence of other Christians, whether or not we agree on everything. And I feel so invigorated when we leave. It’s just a great great feeling. I wish I could just pour it out to everyone. But when we get home I am so ready to take a nap. It’s a lot like when you go out to a club or with friends. It’s a lot of fun, and you just never want it to end. But when it is over and you’re home you’re so ready to just pass out..

Daycare Changes

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 04:30:00 +0000

Daycare has been a totally unique experience for us. And I think we love it. And by we I mean me. I love daycare. I love the routine of it. I love that we call it school. I love that my kids are NOT going to be the awkward ones in kindergarten not knowing how to appropriately interact with people their own age.

Cat still cries when I leave an average of three days out of five. Poppa has almost started to notice when I leave the room at daycare.

Sometimes I can be dense (read: slow) about noticing changes, especially in the people I see everyday (read: my kids). But tonight something happened that really smacked me into the reality of how good for the kids daycare really is.

At Granny’s tonight (where we ate dinner, cause she cooks delicious meals, and she’s the only great grandparent my kids have. AND the only grandparent I have. It’s important to spend time with her.) Anyways. Tonight at Granny’s Cat was eating some (Valentine’s) candy out of the container. She somehow knocked over the container and it spilled onto the floor. And immediately she bent down and started to clean it up. My mom and I could barely believe that she was doing such a good job, and no one even had to say something to her.

Before daycare, Cat would have just looked at the mess and walked away. And when I would’ve gotten her to come back and “help” me pick them up. She would’ve picked up five. But tonight, after going to daycare (for almost two whole months) she has learned, properly, to clean up after herself. And not to just walk away from messes.

And there in lies a reason why I love the fact that my kids go to daycare.

Adding Some Spirit

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 14:30:00 +0000

Change is coming. And not just because it’s spring and I like flowers.

I’ve been fighting, no not fighting. Ignoring, no not ignoring… I’ve been resisting this.

I am a spiritual person. I’m a lead following and very blessed person. And that has a great deal of influence on me, my life and the way I handle myself and the people around me.

That being said… the change I am implementing… the lead that I am following is that I will be posting religious (specifically Christian- Nondenominational) posts. I will be intermingling them with my Cat and Poppa posts.

They will hopefully be amusing and inspiring and encouraging.

My goal with these is NOT to make you feel excluded, isolated or condemned.

My goal is to spread the word of Christ, to show that you do not have to behave or act holy to in fact be holy and saved.

This is the REAL life application of Biblical teachings and preachings as this single mom understands and attempts to get things right.

You should know

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 12:35:00 +0000

I have these ideas. Decent ideas. For blog posts. And stories I could tell. And how they’d be funny, or intriguing or thought provoking. And I get the post all but written in my head.
Then I sit down to write a little note, or reminder about that idea for that post. It dissipates.
Into thin freaking air. And I can never get it back.
On the off chance that I do get it back, of course the story never sounds as good as the first time I thought it. Or it never flows the way it did in my head.

That is frustrating. And part of the reason that I have trouble blogging daily. Because my great ideas just flit away while I’m trying to do my job(You know the one I get paid for).

I just thought you all should know, that I do get decent ideas. They just don’t like me enough to stay around to be written about.

PS- I’m going to work on a way to jot down the ideas while at work in some way that I can remember more of the ideal details and flow.

SOC Sunday #4

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 03:52:00 +0000

Ok.. Here I am.. Once again. SOC Sunday!!!

Cat stayed at Granny’s again this Friday night. I have this fear that it’s going to become a weekly “thing.” Not that I don’t want them to spend time together, but with time there are going to be changes in our living situation and I worry what impact it will have on this new aspect of their relationship. Poppa has still been sick this week. And not only is it killing me for him to cough nightly (and daily for that matter) but I’ve had to take another day off of work to stay home with him. And it makes my paycheck short, and honestly I just can’t deal with that. I struggle trying to make sure I have enough to pay for the bills that I have to pay. But really I just want him healthy more than anything else. Tomorrow the kids are going with their cousin for the day (the college doesn’t have classes). And really I’m not sure why they’re spending time with the kids all of a sudden. It’s like they go about three months without seeing them, and then they want to see them two or three weeks in a row. And Then another three months and then two weekly visits and then three more months. This is especially notable after Poppa came around, and it’s frustrating to me, more because he is their actual BLOOD relative. Not that blood matters to them, except they’re blowing him off while Cat they have continually treated like “one of the family.”

Well that’s what I’ve got tonight.

Faking It

noreply@blogger.com (MommaResa) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 11:24:00 +0000

I've been faking it for about a week and a half now...

And I'm not talking about the fun faking it. I'm talking about faking it till I make it.

About pretending I'm "normal" when I don't even want to be upright.

I'm saying I didn't even really touch my computer in the last ten days.

And I didn't feel the absence of it (like I should being the computer addict that I am).

I thought in passing about Fadra's SOC Sunday, which I usually LOVE to be a part of.

I'm working on Faking It better this week. And so far I think it's working.

Maybe by March I won't have to fake it. But right now... I'm a total faker.