three little letters…

Some of you who personally know me also know my oldest, Adison. You also know that she is more than a handful on every occasion and she can very taxing on you.

She is five. She started kindergarten and she seems to like it. She does alright but I wouldn’t call her the teacher’s pet or most popular kid. Each time I go to this damned teacher – parent conferences, I get told that she can’t sit down and shush. She also doesn’t seem interested in whatever the teacher is talking about only playing and coloring and talking about her “boyfriend”.

Adison has always been different. ALWAYS. She is like me in the way that she goes against the grain in everything she does; other than that, we only look physically similar and that’s where it ends.

She is a hoarder. She will hoard every little cookie. Every single scrap of paper. Every broken toy, ruined piece of clothing, and piece of anything because its her special prize.

She eats constantly but is thin. She sneaks down while everyone is sleeping and engorges herself on anything she can find.

She is a thief and liar. She will steal anything she can find that interests her. She lies about everything she can. She seems to like to make herself into the victim somehow. Its weird.

I started talking to her doctor about it and was given a survey for her teachers and myself to fill out. I honestly felt like I could answer ‘Yes’ to every single one of them. Its almost heartbreaking to think that you could have created a child with some sort of problem. I also recognize that I am not the only piece of genetic material that goes into creating her.

I also told her recently that she has a little sister. By little, I mean 6 months younger than her. While I was pregnant and her father was deployed, he met another woman and she also became pregnant. Am I mad? HELL NO!

They are going to write letter’s and draw pictures for each other and even skype! This is exciting right? At first I was worried about how her dad would feel but then I realized I honestly don’t care. Its not up to him. Just because he has nothing to do with Nessa doesn’t mean Adison shouldn’t. They deserve to know each other.

The title of this blog is three little letters… There are so many three letter words I could use to describe how I’ve felt lately. I think part of me wants to say, “FML” but then I realize I am a very lucky woman. I have an amazing husband, two beautiful children that I am fortunate enough to stay home with, and a wonderful place to life. I could also say, “LOL” because there are so many little things going on around me that make me want to stop and laugh my butt off.

Three little letters.

1. 2. 3.

I guess I’ll let you figure out what three little letters, I’m thinking of. I can’t give away all my cards.

Anyhow, Benjamin is doing great. I took him to the doctor because I thought he could have GERD but of course, I don’t have a medical degree so I’m wrong. He wheezes, get over it. I suppose.

I’m going to go eat my diet food and drink my water. Then maybe I’ll go run. OR I will just sit on Facebook and laugh at people. Either way I win.


a little unusual…

This blog is going to be a little different than normal. Why you ask? Well, for one I feel like ranting my ass off. I have had so much pent up over the last few weeks that I might as well get it out of my system.

So I apologize now because this has the potential to be a novel of bad juju.


Hey… funny story. I have google too!


Especially when it comes to one’s ability to raise their own children. Call me fucking crazy but I feel the world would be a way better place if people kept their noses where they belong. You can’t sit there and call someone a bad mother until you know the reason behind their choices.  It also makes you look like an asshole if you publicly discredit them even if you don’t put who they are. They know who they are and that is enough.



If any of you ever plan to rent a house out, can you please spend the extra money to put in a real fucking furnace? This heating fuel is a pain in the ass and entirely too expensive. $606 every two months? I mean yes, you don’t spend anything in the summer but when you run out… JESUS CHRIST (Sorry Erica), it’s cold.

Everyone who knows me, knows that I am usually an easy going person but I am also a highly sarcastic and aloof person to be around. I am not one to usually care about your petty problems but if on the off chance I decide to help you, take it. I don’t help many people with personal problems because it is their problem. I don’t think I know the solutions to many problems either but there are a few that directly relate to me.

So unless you problems directly affect my family or myself, I no longer care.


Raise your hands if you know my mom. Now keep them up if you think she’s awesome. Exactly. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom but I don’t like her. I am so tired of being a second rate person in her mind to my five year old. She only calls to talk to Adison and only texts to ask about Adison. She never asks how Ben is doing. Every time we go to her house she complains about how Ben cries to much. If Adison wants something she gets it from her. Unfortunately, I feel that my mother has turned Adison into a privileged brat who doesn’t care or respect things that are given to her. She ruins toys and clothing because Grandma will just buy her a new one. She also acts badly because when I say anything to my mom about it, I get “Oh, she’s a baby.” Then I snapped because a five year old isn’t a damn baby now it is, “She’s five.” When are going to stop basing her actions on her age and blame the fact she’s an ill behaved child?

God forbid.