Oh...I'll probably be thought a retard after this post, so, I suppose a retard I shall be.
When we moved to our apartment 2 years ago, I gave my parakeet to my daughters. This was my Sunshine bird (cuz she is yellow, y'all), she was also my birdy bitch..she came by the nickname honestly.
Well, just after Christmas this year, my girls, thier grandmother and I took the girls shopping with the gift cards they received from family members. We decided to go to Petland, Sierra was curious about getting some fish. Well, I was standing at the bird cages, and this parakeet caught my eye...just this one out of a cage of like 20 of them. I was being stared at...or, watched anyway...lol
So, I said...hell with it, I am buying that bird. And I did. Was blue, therefore I named her Sky.
Recently, she passed away. She was fine before I went to bed. When I woke up the next morning to check her food and water, she was on the bottom of the cage. Sigh..even tho I had only had her for just shy of 7 mos. It devastated me. She had become part of the family. I am sure that when I told people about it, they were thinking...its just a damn bird...well...I did too, to an extent. I couldn't believe that this sweet, skitzy sky blue bird would have that kind of an impact on me. But it did.
Remember I said that I have given my Sunshine bird to my girls. Well this bird is tough y'all....even tho she has been out of my home for the past 2 years she is still part of the family. My daughters now have a cat a piece. The cats are about 6 mos old...the bird however is anchient...or, well if you counted her age in dog years she is...lol, this bird is about 11 years old...she has been a part of my family for 5 years. She was owned by a friends mother who had her for at least 5 years, her daughter owned the bird before that for I am not sure how long.
Here is why Sunshine is coming back home with me. Yesterday morning my youngest daughter calls me before school. As she does every morning. After her ritual greeting, she says..."Guess what Smoky did this morning mom!" (Her cat) I said "What's that hun?" "She tried to eat Sunshine!" Oh! I think she thought it was a little bit amusing, until she told me how the cat came about trying to eat the bird.
Now you have to understand that the bird cage is at the top of an entertainment center that stands between 5 and 6 feet tall. This lil cat somehow found a way up to the cage, figured out how to get her nose under the door of the cage, and had her body halfway in the cage trying to get Sunshine. I can now understand how it made my daughter giggle. That had to have been hilarious to catch the cat halfway inside the cage trying to eat the bird.
Needless to say, I don't want to lose another bird, so I asked the her if she wanted me to bring Sunshine back home to Momma's. She asked her Grandma first, and Grandma said that was between myself and the girls, so, both the girls agreed that I would bring her home.
So when I go out there today, I will be bringing her back. Will be nice to have a little noise in the house other than the a/c and tv.
11 September 2008
10 September 2008
Good Mornin' Momma!
Every morning since school started this year, my daughters have called me every morning as they wait for the bus to pick them up at grandma's house.
Good Mornin' Momma they say...the bus will be here in 13 mins. Or 4 mins, however long they have left before the bus gets there. I love you, have a good day! Huggie Huggie Kissie Kissie Smoochie Smoochie MUAH MUAH!.....just like that! Kind of like my second alarm....lol. (Some morning's I am really thankful for it HaHa)
Then I can expect a call from them as soon as they get home from school and again right before bed. They haven't missed a beat yet....although you can definitely tell the difference between morning and bed time.
Oy! Last night they were screaming at each other while on the phone with me. The funny thing is, Grandma is much more patient with them than I am, I on the other hand am the one that gets called when they get out of control. And considering that I am not the Primary Conservator in our custody case (not by choice, long drawn out story, not gonna air that here) , it is almost that much more amusing.
I can be in Oklahoma visiting my mother and either their father or his mom, will call..."You really need to talk to the girls, they are not respecting us, they are talking back, and not minding."
REALLY??? I mean REALLY? I am all well...have you busted their butts? No? Well why not? The answer I get dumbfounds me.."I hate to spank them, I don't want them to hate me" That answer of course came from their dad. Then I have to spend 20 mins a piece telling each of them the same thing. "Do not let me hear that you haven't been minding, being disrespectful, and talking back to Grandma or Dad, because if I hear it, whether or not you have already been disciplined, you will be again when I see you. Do you understand?" Yes ma'am "Do you promise Mom that you will not do what I just said?" Yes ma'am " What did I just ask you not to do? I want you to tell me." They repeat... "Ok, now, you realize you just made me a promise?" Yes ma'am "What is a promise?" Keeping your word. "That's right, and if you don't keep your word, what does that mean?" That we can't be trusted to keep a promise "That is right...I knew you were smart..now, don't break your promise, because that also means momma will be disappointed in you." Yes ma'am.
Oh...I get it...Make momma the bad parent, the one that has to get on to them, the one that disciplines them...are ya thinkin' that's gonna make them hate me? Don't get me wrong, grandma will discipline and spank if she has to, she just chooses to wait until it is her last resort, then I am called crying because, grandma is being mean....LoL
I happen to think that (ha...as I type this, I can hear my mother saying it) boundaries should be set. I believe it helps teach them responsibility and respect. When I was pregnant with my oldest, I made my decision on discipline. I wasn't against spanking, but if I had to resort to it, I would do it with something other than my hand. I would rather them be scared of an object as opposed to me. Most likely a wooden spoon or similar.
I still believe that way. The difference now is, they know where my line is, and when they get close to it.....they get the "Momma Look". Whereas, Grandma and daddy have no clue how to get them to behave the way I can. They know that if they cross my boundary, it means even if I am on the phone with them, I will get them one way or another, if that means grounding them from xbox, internet, tv, or tearin' up the tushie....they are aware that I will not put up with that kind of behavior.
My girls for the most part are very well behaved. They do have their moments, let me tell you. But all in all I am very proud of the young ladies they have turned out to be. We do like to cut up and have fun together. I know all the yes ma'ams in the paragraph above must seem like I am hard on them..or my brother who was listening to the conversation does. He has a different parenting style. Anyway, let me clarify. I don't always make them say yes ma'am to me. But, if I am having a serious discussion with them like the one above, I want to know that they understand what I am telling them. And a respectful acknowledgement goes a long way.
Told my brother, I realize that we parent differently, (because he asked me why I make them say it.) I don't knock your way, and don't want mine knocked either. I told him the same as the prior paragraph. Discussion is one thing. I told him, you have to realize that my situation is different than yours, as I don't have "primary custody". The other end of the stick is, that their dad is hardly around, and grandma takes care of them for the most part. So, if dad isn't going to be a real parental figure, then someone has to be. Yanno, for being the non custodial parent, (that doesn't mean that I have no custody rights, we have joint, he is just primary and I can't afford an attorney to modify the custody agreement) I see our children more often than he, and being a part of my girls life, not just when they are good, but when they need correcting as well, I am more than proud to call myself their mom.
Every time I hear their voices, or see their faces, and both of their big bright blue eyes, I know that I couldn't go back and change any of the past if I had that chance. They are my world. I just hope that when they become parents, they can look back and say something like. "My mom was strong, she guided us down the right path, and helped us be the people we are."
I may never get to hear it, but I know that the way you choose to bring your kids up, in what ever situation, is important.
I realize this blog is kind of all over the place but...I write it as I feel it...lol
I hope when I am old and gray, that my girls will still pick up the phone every morning and say, "Good Mornin' Momma!...I love you, have a good day! Huggie Huggie Kissie Kissie Smoochie Smoochie MUAH MUAH!".....just like that!
Good Mornin' Momma they say...the bus will be here in 13 mins. Or 4 mins, however long they have left before the bus gets there. I love you, have a good day! Huggie Huggie Kissie Kissie Smoochie Smoochie MUAH MUAH!.....just like that! Kind of like my second alarm....lol. (Some morning's I am really thankful for it HaHa)
Then I can expect a call from them as soon as they get home from school and again right before bed. They haven't missed a beat yet....although you can definitely tell the difference between morning and bed time.
Oy! Last night they were screaming at each other while on the phone with me. The funny thing is, Grandma is much more patient with them than I am, I on the other hand am the one that gets called when they get out of control. And considering that I am not the Primary Conservator in our custody case (not by choice, long drawn out story, not gonna air that here) , it is almost that much more amusing.
I can be in Oklahoma visiting my mother and either their father or his mom, will call..."You really need to talk to the girls, they are not respecting us, they are talking back, and not minding."
REALLY??? I mean REALLY? I am all well...have you busted their butts? No? Well why not? The answer I get dumbfounds me.."I hate to spank them, I don't want them to hate me" That answer of course came from their dad. Then I have to spend 20 mins a piece telling each of them the same thing. "Do not let me hear that you haven't been minding, being disrespectful, and talking back to Grandma or Dad, because if I hear it, whether or not you have already been disciplined, you will be again when I see you. Do you understand?" Yes ma'am "Do you promise Mom that you will not do what I just said?" Yes ma'am " What did I just ask you not to do? I want you to tell me." They repeat... "Ok, now, you realize you just made me a promise?" Yes ma'am "What is a promise?" Keeping your word. "That's right, and if you don't keep your word, what does that mean?" That we can't be trusted to keep a promise "That is right...I knew you were smart..now, don't break your promise, because that also means momma will be disappointed in you." Yes ma'am.
Oh...I get it...Make momma the bad parent, the one that has to get on to them, the one that disciplines them...are ya thinkin' that's gonna make them hate me? Don't get me wrong, grandma will discipline and spank if she has to, she just chooses to wait until it is her last resort, then I am called crying because, grandma is being mean....LoL
I happen to think that (ha...as I type this, I can hear my mother saying it) boundaries should be set. I believe it helps teach them responsibility and respect. When I was pregnant with my oldest, I made my decision on discipline. I wasn't against spanking, but if I had to resort to it, I would do it with something other than my hand. I would rather them be scared of an object as opposed to me. Most likely a wooden spoon or similar.
I still believe that way. The difference now is, they know where my line is, and when they get close to it.....they get the "Momma Look". Whereas, Grandma and daddy have no clue how to get them to behave the way I can. They know that if they cross my boundary, it means even if I am on the phone with them, I will get them one way or another, if that means grounding them from xbox, internet, tv, or tearin' up the tushie....they are aware that I will not put up with that kind of behavior.
My girls for the most part are very well behaved. They do have their moments, let me tell you. But all in all I am very proud of the young ladies they have turned out to be. We do like to cut up and have fun together. I know all the yes ma'ams in the paragraph above must seem like I am hard on them..or my brother who was listening to the conversation does. He has a different parenting style. Anyway, let me clarify. I don't always make them say yes ma'am to me. But, if I am having a serious discussion with them like the one above, I want to know that they understand what I am telling them. And a respectful acknowledgement goes a long way.
Told my brother, I realize that we parent differently, (because he asked me why I make them say it.) I don't knock your way, and don't want mine knocked either. I told him the same as the prior paragraph. Discussion is one thing. I told him, you have to realize that my situation is different than yours, as I don't have "primary custody". The other end of the stick is, that their dad is hardly around, and grandma takes care of them for the most part. So, if dad isn't going to be a real parental figure, then someone has to be. Yanno, for being the non custodial parent, (that doesn't mean that I have no custody rights, we have joint, he is just primary and I can't afford an attorney to modify the custody agreement) I see our children more often than he, and being a part of my girls life, not just when they are good, but when they need correcting as well, I am more than proud to call myself their mom.
Every time I hear their voices, or see their faces, and both of their big bright blue eyes, I know that I couldn't go back and change any of the past if I had that chance. They are my world. I just hope that when they become parents, they can look back and say something like. "My mom was strong, she guided us down the right path, and helped us be the people we are."
I may never get to hear it, but I know that the way you choose to bring your kids up, in what ever situation, is important.
I realize this blog is kind of all over the place but...I write it as I feel it...lol
I hope when I am old and gray, that my girls will still pick up the phone every morning and say, "Good Mornin' Momma!...I love you, have a good day! Huggie Huggie Kissie Kissie Smoochie Smoochie MUAH MUAH!".....just like that!
08 September 2008
No Father For Me...Anymore..
I am not doing this anymore.
I am not going to let him get to me ANYMORE!!!
I have not been his little girl for a long time, hell, even when I was a little girl I wasn't his. My parents divorced before my first birthday, I don't even remember seeing my dad for the first time until I was 8. For all of about an hour. Not again until I was 10, for about 2 hours. Then not again until I was 13 and way too much for my mom to handle. I was dubbed the Teenager From Hell. This is when I came to live with him.
I am not saying that I made the right choices then, I'm not even saying that the choice that I made recently is right, and I am not asking anyone to agree with me because I don't care how other people see it. They didn't live my life.
About the only time I hear from my FATHER...yes I said father not dad. There is a difference in the two. You have to earn the respect to be called dad. Any male can be a father, it takes a special one to be a DAD. But I digress. The only time I hear from him is when he wants something, and only if it suits his lifestyle. If something gets in the way of that, anything, he pulls this sort of shit.
Well, I am here to tell you, I won't stand for it anymore. I don't have to and wont go into detail about what was said. Or at least the majority of it.
I will tell you that my answers didn't suit what he wanted I was told "Don't talk to me like that little girl!"
HAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ROFLMMFAO...Oh no, he didn't...but he did...and I didn't take kindly to that. As I stated before, I really never has been his little girl, and therefore I don't bestow the right to call me that on him. And I told him so.
"LITTLE GIRL? REALLY? SINCE WHEN? HERE'S A BEE IN YOUR EAR. YOU HAVEN'T RUN MY LIFE IN A LONG TIME AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF YOU ARE GOING TO START NOW! TELL YA WHAT. YOU STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND I WILL NOT BE IN YOUR'S. NOT ANYMORE! THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS...GROW UP. I AM DONE! "
Thats the g-rated version, at the end of the real version I told him to fuck off. I didn't have him then, and I damn sure dont need him now.
I was told I didn't want to start something with him...I told him "I haven't started anything, you did, and I am going to be the one to finish it." His reply was "UH, I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER!"
Ha! "UH, NO, YOU WON'T" Then he hung up on me. Really adult of him. BOO HOO WAHH HAHHH! Wuteva.....
I am done being torn down from where I pulled myself up to from the last time something got in the way of his life. He always has to keep shit stirred up. I'm just not allowing his stirred up shit to affect me anymore. I know who I am loved by, and who I can go to. That doesn't include him.
Such things will never pass my lips, or my fingertips (considering I am typing) again.
Not Anymore..........
I am not going to let him get to me ANYMORE!!!
I have not been his little girl for a long time, hell, even when I was a little girl I wasn't his. My parents divorced before my first birthday, I don't even remember seeing my dad for the first time until I was 8. For all of about an hour. Not again until I was 10, for about 2 hours. Then not again until I was 13 and way too much for my mom to handle. I was dubbed the Teenager From Hell. This is when I came to live with him.
I am not saying that I made the right choices then, I'm not even saying that the choice that I made recently is right, and I am not asking anyone to agree with me because I don't care how other people see it. They didn't live my life.
About the only time I hear from my FATHER...yes I said father not dad. There is a difference in the two. You have to earn the respect to be called dad. Any male can be a father, it takes a special one to be a DAD. But I digress. The only time I hear from him is when he wants something, and only if it suits his lifestyle. If something gets in the way of that, anything, he pulls this sort of shit.
Well, I am here to tell you, I won't stand for it anymore. I don't have to and wont go into detail about what was said. Or at least the majority of it.
I will tell you that my answers didn't suit what he wanted I was told "Don't talk to me like that little girl!"
HAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ROFLMMFAO...Oh no, he didn't...but he did...and I didn't take kindly to that. As I stated before, I really never has been his little girl, and therefore I don't bestow the right to call me that on him. And I told him so.
"LITTLE GIRL? REALLY? SINCE WHEN? HERE'S A BEE IN YOUR EAR. YOU HAVEN'T RUN MY LIFE IN A LONG TIME AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF YOU ARE GOING TO START NOW! TELL YA WHAT. YOU STAY OUT OF MY LIFE AND I WILL NOT BE IN YOUR'S. NOT ANYMORE! THIS SHIT IS RIDICULOUS...GROW UP. I AM DONE! "
Thats the g-rated version, at the end of the real version I told him to fuck off. I didn't have him then, and I damn sure dont need him now.
I was told I didn't want to start something with him...I told him "I haven't started anything, you did, and I am going to be the one to finish it." His reply was "UH, I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER!"
Ha! "UH, NO, YOU WON'T" Then he hung up on me. Really adult of him. BOO HOO WAHH HAHHH! Wuteva.....
I am done being torn down from where I pulled myself up to from the last time something got in the way of his life. He always has to keep shit stirred up. I'm just not allowing his stirred up shit to affect me anymore. I know who I am loved by, and who I can go to. That doesn't include him.
Such things will never pass my lips, or my fingertips (considering I am typing) again.
Not Anymore..........
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