I'm comin' out of the broom closet...

...and I ain't even in it yet!

I created this blog to bitch about my life. Then my life got better, and now its all fluffy and about my kids and whatever tweaks my fancy. The one things it's not about is my views on religion, and it never will be. Never. I don't even want to discuss religion here, BUT...

My big mouthed little sister, Laura, you know the one we helped find the name of the song for her ringtone? Anyway, she told Saint John that I am a pagan! Actually, she told him I was wiccan, but I am in the process of deciding... of finding my pagan path. I call myself a witch. And this is the only time I will bring this up here, because not everyone is comfortable talking about religion. Emailing about it is fine, tho (even flames).

But do you see? She told St. John, who called my mom and asked for my phone number. And she gave it to him! Yeah! She told me to get over it and that she had to listen to him go on and on and on about it so I could too. My cool mother told him I can do what I want. If he calls me tho, I don't think I will answer the phone. Or maybe I will let Chantz talk to him. I wonder if he would do that for me?

So the cats out of the bag, I am out the broom closet... I told a few friends and family members, the last being Laura. But if ever there were a person in this world I would not want to know, it would be Laura's dad. He knows now and so do you. It's a big deal to me (being pagan) and I am just so surprised she didn't ask me first, or at least tell me. I am not worried about him finding the blog, even if she gave it to him because he is the most inept person on the planet when it comes to computers. He doesn't even no where the mouse is. If by some chance he has discovered technology and comes here, I will just move.

As a child I would have to listen to him go on for hours, HOURS, about Jesus/God stuff and his beliefs. I couldn't stand it. It was so boring and I hated it. I would rather have been reading or playing.

I won't change my mind, I stopped going to church over 9 years ago and I don't want to listen to him go on about how I am going to go to hell. He is in a shitty marriage, his wife is sick and doesn't even live with him (ie, have sex with him), he's lonely but won't divorce her because divorce is a sin and he would go to hell, like Ma is for leaving him and marrying Bill- their marriage is adulterous in his eyes (but Ma left him so he could remarry). This is the type of Christianity I was raised with. Ma is much more grounded in her beliefs than St. John, but she worked a lot and I was exposed to some crazy shit as a kid. Plus, she won't judge me, ever. Ma is a really cool person.

I thought my sister was too, but I really haven't kept in touch with her. She moved away when she was 12, I think, and we have only seen each other a few times in the past 11 years. John moved to New York and took the kids with him a week before I gave birth to my oldest son, Austin! I couldn't believe they left me. Now I see it was probably a good thing, it got me out from under his influence.

Thanks to Fyregoddess...

...to pointing this outrage to me. Where in the world is this country going to? What kind of shit is this?

Florida's Fear of History: New Law Undermines Critical Thinking

They actually passed a law determining how american history is to be taught. It is not to be interpreted, it is just as it is told. Why would they feel the need to do this? Why all this control over the minds of our youth? I thought we feared tyrany. Why do we keep feeding it?

Fyregoddess asked to pass this on, so I am asking you to do the same. GO TELL SOMEBODY!

Last night, at 3 am...

...Austin woke me up saying he didn't feel well; thought he was going to puke. I brought him some tummy medicine into the bathroom and he said it wasn't his tummy. His heart was raicing and could I take him to the hospital? His pulse was 220! No fever or raised temp at all, no sweating. said he felt like he ate a bunch of sugar. It lasted about 5 minutes or so. I called Chantz who was on the road and he said it happened twice in montana. He thought maybe he was having nightmares. I looked it up in my medical book I got from medicaid a while ago and it might be panic attacks. In his sleep!

He is ok now.

I am making Ma's (Gail's) blog pretty. I found a cute spring fairy that I will use.

Later

Sometimes little sisters...

...are a big pain in the butt! this is an email she sent me. Help us out, if you can:

Dawn,

I thought maybe you could help me answer this question. I want to know the
exact lyrics, singer, or title of a particular 80's maybe early 90's song.
I want it as my ringtone, that's why. No one I've asked can give me an
answer.

So... it's hard to describe b/c I can only sing the beat, and once I sing
the beat, you'd know exactly what I meant. It's a very catchy and famous
tune. Someone told me it's by Suzanne Vega? But they were not sure. The
lyrics are like.... "I was walking... something something..."
"I was walking down the sidewalk... or like
"I was standing on the corner... "

You probably have no idea what I mean. I'd have to hum it for you. But I
feel like you would know because it was in your era :)"

In my era?! I am only 30 little miss! Know what I remember from the 80's? School. The Beebe's (pronounced beebee's; our second home!). School. St. John (ie- her father, lol!)

Isn't she a little shit? And no, I don't know what song it is, so if there are any of you who know what the hell she is talking about, lemme know ok? Please think hard, we wouldn't want Laura Beth to not have the ring tone she desires, lol! Thank you!

To register Tessa for school I need...

1. birth certificate
2. immunizations records
3. report card
4. 2 proofs of residency
   
5. social security card

I finally have the birth cert and the report card and even 2 proofs of residency (current phone or utility bills in our name at this address). I got those darn immunization records before we even left Glendive. But can I get a new s.s. card for her? Not unless I have her b.c. (to establish citizenship) and an ID, preferably her US passport. What? Like my 9 yr old has one of those! Or a current school id (umm, ain't registered yet), medical record (doesn't get sick, hasn't been to the doctor in years), daycare record (nope), or baptismal record (are you kidding me?). So to register her, I need a ss card and to get one she needs to be registered.

We are going to have sooo much fun tomorrow. Hopefully her old school's record will work. BUT, MT is on mountain time, not central, so instead of being at the SS office at precisely 8 am so that she can be registered at 9 am tomorrow.... I will get there sometime later in the day. I highly doubt she is going to get to go to school this week.

I also had to spend $200 on school UNIFORMS for both of the kids! They can wear any color solid polo shirt with the emblem no larger than one inch, plain jeans with NO EMBROIDERY. Does that include the back pockets? Know how hard that is gong to be to find? And khaki or blue skorts, jumpers, pants, skirts and shorts; long shorts that are 1 to 2 inches above the knee. Tessa is going to look so cute in her geeky outfit with awesome, shiny pink cowgirl boots on! Hey, they said nothing about the shoes, except closed toe, closed back. They also said nothing about accessories. This is the school's first year to do "voluntary standardized dress." How is this voluntary?

Help me, please. Please!!!

Cloud 9

Ma started this a few days ago. Stop and say hi!

Some movies and Ma

She's the Man was hilarious! I love Amanda; she is so funny! It wasn't your typical switching places movie and it was very clean. I honestly don't know why it was rated pg13. I recommend it! The girls soccer team was cut, and they wouldn't let her play on the boys team, so... Go rent it!

V for Vendetta was good, too, despite the mask. I got used to it, very serious and witty, very powerful with some unexpected twists. And, I am not saying who, but one of the actors from the Matrix plays V. That might help you recognize his voice. Remember, remember the 5th of November... Watch this one.

Ultra Violet sucked! Trust me, total bomb. If you want to see a movie that makes no sense with a hot chick in it and lots of killing, then by all means have at it. Tessa and I just thought it was stupid.


Aeon flux... awesome! It isn't your typical sci-fi movie... it is very naturey... and awesome, didn't i already say that? Even if you didn't see the originals on MTV, you still gotta see it. It is a combinations of flow, action and romance... and the story line makes sense. And of course, Charlize Theron is hot.

Ok, that's enough for now.


And I think I have to clarify Ma's situation. She hurt herself at work a while ago, moved her from the group home up to the newspaper shop where the clients "work" and then, after her injury started to bother her again, she was fired. She is on lifting restrictions, which they knew, and after they switched her she was given a job that included lifting. Doh! Now that she is gone, they offered her job to another woman there, who is very overwieght and would not be able to do the lifting either. That woman was told, "I lost wieght when I did that job." How rude is that?

August 9th was...

...my "wedding" anniversary (not the same day on which we eloped) and my mothers birthday. I got a call the day after from Ma telling me about her birthday present from work. She had an mri done on her back and went to the chiropractor and called work to say she would be back in later that day. They called her back and fired her! The mri confirmed that her back problems are completely work related, she is already on workmans comp. She was fired on her birthday due to a work related injury. Then yesterday she got a certified letter from work suggesting that she write up a grievence against the gal who fired her.

She doesn't know who sent it. Not that she really wants it back, and I have been trying to get her to quit forever, but she is very upset and misses the clients. She went in to get her stuff and the clients sang happy birthday to her. She left crying. Sobbing. And had to get a shot of valume. It took a bit to get her knocked out, but she finally calmed down. She works with developmentally disabled people and has worked at the company for 8 years!

I had already sent her a packet of info to see if she would move down here, and they might. She is doing volunteer work at the domestic violence shelter right now and wont be able to come until the end of this month. But Bill can come. C and Austin just left late last night for MT, and I am going to ask he if he bring Bill (my cool stepdad) down with him. I don't "work" (I am a SAHM, so I am pretty busy) so I can show him all around. They are specially interested in the flea market in cut n shoot.

I don't think she will have a problem finding a job here. Oh, and she was the only employee with a college degree, and hers was in her field. The poor gal just doesn't know how to kiss ass and backstab I guess. She has been having problems with this job for a while now. What gets me is that they didn't fire her when she was hospitalized for emotional problems but for a work related injury.

Grr Argg. But at least this way her and bill and uncle Dave and Jason and the 2 dogs, 3 cats and 3 birds might move to Texas! (There is no other work in Sidney worth doing that could start her out at the pay rate she would need. Also, now she wont be able to afford her antidepressants come the first.)

I didn't do anything special for our anniversary, lol. If you are wondering where all my apostrophes are, so am I. For some reason it opens up a weird search bar in firefox today! O well.

Really weird dream

Chantz and I had a baby boy that in this dream we gave to our neighbors, the ones who adopted the puppy. They have 8 kids already (IRL!) so what was another one? At one month old they asked me to baby sit him and Maya (puppy). We were looking for a new place to live so I took Bruce and Bruce2 and the two dogs to look at an apartment. I get there and it is an open house and tons of college kids looking around. No one will help me with my troop! I get everyone unloaded out of the van and get into the appt. The lady shows us around, and doesn't mind when the dog pees on the floor. It is a very small living room and kitchen, but it will work for us I think. She pulls this liner out from between the curtains onto the floor and uses it to soak up the pee. It works like magic! We turn around and I see 4 doors lined up for the bedrooms. It is at this time that I start to miss this baby. I didn't even think about him until we got him back, and there is no way I am giving him back to that family- I think I have 3 months to change my mind. So we enter this small room, and a male friend of mine is there (not a real life char), his mom is showing us the appt, and I tell him about the baby. We squeeze into this tiny bedroom, because it is furnished and the tall bed takes up most of the space. Then we go into the next room over, and it is huge! Massive! It isn't a bedroom at all, it is another living room- it goes on and on. It too is furnished. This will work for us I think to myself. Way in back is a kitchen and some other people are coming from the side- more college kids. I feel like telling the lady that I have 4 kids, so I need this place! We explore some more, and now Chantz and the kids are here with me too. I am getting more and more anxious about Bruce2 and tell C that no way in hell are we giving the baby back to them and am really concerned that we ever did in the first place. We go into a room that doesn't have such high ceilings, and I count the bedrooms to make sure there really are four. When we get into the hallway/massive closet thingy, the "lady" is bigger and has royal purple underwear on under white pants. She attacks C and tells him how much she is attracted to him (but she isn't pretty anymore, she is tall and thick- not fat, big boned I guess). He gets creeped out and pushes her away with his finger tips. The look on his face is priceless. Then she attacks me (sexually). It doesn't help that i am stressed about the baby situation. The house has an older feel to it- afghans and dated furnishings. It is built more like the flats in upstate New York. Odd. Chantz woke me up when he came back to bed. As I started to wake up I realized that they gave the baby back to me on purpose cuz they wanted me to keep him. Why else would they have the birth mother babysit him at 1 month old?

This dream creeped me out and bugged me all day.

Mini Vacation Number 2...

... was to Corpus Christi, TX. We stayed at the redroof inn and went to the beach. It was very windy out and the waves were too big for Bruce to swim, so we didn't stay all that long. Before going swimming though, we visited the USS Lexington, a WWII air craft carrier turned Museum. That was neat. The kids wouldn't climb the ladder to the 2nd floor- which is where most of the museum was. Bruce climbed right up it! He had a blast. The stairs to the top were less steep and the saw the flight deck, but didn't go all the way up to the bridge. You will never guess what we inside that ship! How we got down from the flight deck to the main area is crazy! It was an escalator!!! Of all things! It wasn't operating, so we simply walked down it. The monstrosity was installed for the crew- they would be wearing so much gear that was too heavy and bulky for the ladder/stair thingies. We didn't go down to the engine room either, tho that would have been so cool. We were running out of time (it was almost closing) and we were so tired after the flight deck trek (remember it was very windy out). We did get to watch a movie in the imax type theatre right away when we got there. It was cool. It was about a red flag mission the military does with other militaries from around the country to provide training to there pilots and ground crews. If they survive their first 10 missions, they have a better survival rate. So the red flags are designed to provide those first ten. It was cool- it sometimes felt like we were flying!

When we got back to the motel we all took a dunk in the pool to help get the salt off! Then we all hopped into the shower (separately, thank you) and ordered pizza and passed out. The next day (8/1) we went to Padre Island. The beach there was so secluded and hardly anyone was there. WE could park right on the beach and even camp if we wanted to. The beach was so shallow I swear that the farther we walked out the more shallow it got! I laid on a floaty and just let the waves beach me- mucho fun- and built a sand castle. Ok, so it was a ditch with a big wall, but it was made by me! Then C went down the "road" to see what else was there, got stuck and then got a flat! He drove back to us, then had to lay in the sand to change the tire. He was so gross- sand in his hair, etc. The spare is a donut, so we drove 45 back to town, and went to Wal-mart. They couldn't repair the tire, too many holes close together and we had to replace it! You shouldn't replace one tire- we had to replace both front tires (they needed it anyway) but it cost us $128! We ate some yummy Chinese food at the HEB (grocery store)- at a little Chinese buffet. It was so nice to get home and bathe!

BTW, mini vacation number one was our day trip to Galvaston on the 4th (of July).