Let me just say, it's 8AM & My son thinks he's a part of the mother freaking Olympics.
Jumping out of his crib and shit. screaming at the top of his lungs. To be honest, i haven't left my bedroom. It's Wednesday which is "Pay Day" and i don't want to do anything but am forced to go buy Birthday Things for Monkeys Party this weekend. Kill.Me.Now.
All those children from my husband's side of the family who clearly have never been parented a day in their poor little lives. Running a muck and getting my children to act as straight hooligans. i'm not having it. i'm going to drink plenty before the party so i can deal, and then probably more afterwards. Do i honestly have to? i don't want to get up, change the children, try to look half way decent to go into town just to stress myself out about random bullshit and then come home and be all pissy because people piss me off. seriously. people are ignorant. for one they can't drive. for two, they are rude. for three, they give me the strangest looks carrying around a (almost) 2 year old and a 5 (almost 6) and 8 year old with my tattoos & shit. WTF i'm young. & My tattoos on my arms are my kids names! look at it and move the fuck on. thanks. i don't stare at one of your asscheeks that is obviously more plump than the other, or the breast that is up in your chin and then it's mate is hanging on to the bottom of your shopping cart. no i don't stare i glance and move on. people should do the same. will they? no. but thats fine they can all kiss my ass. my kids think my tattoos are cool. so that is all that matters. :) okay i think im done rambling Monkey is getting out of hand.
Deep Breath... And GO.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Introduction.
So, I'm new to the whole blog thing... maybe i'm not. i've been "blogging" or "internet diary" if you will since i was about 13 years old. it was my place to go and write what i wanted to write, and feel what i wanted to feel without someone telling me i couldn't or it was wrong.
I guess this would be the perfect time to Introduce such a person as i.
I am Christine. 24 years old, Early Christmas Present. :)
To Start my story off correctly, (it really isn't a story... it's my life)
I was born with Dislocated hips, i was in a body cast until around 3 years old.
Surgery after Surgery. My father abused my mother, and then dropped me off one day with my grandmother and said he was never returning, My mother a full time college student, a full time employee, and a full time mother to a child with "special needs"
So, everyone was fine with my "father" leaving my mother and i. My Grandmother and Aunt raised me.... well they looked after me while my mother was gone to work or school so yes in a sense my Aunt and Grandmother did raise me. My Grandmother had many men in her life, which was awesome i was a fan of a few. but i'll never forget one. "George" that man was my guardian angel from the time he laid eyes on me to the day we put him in the ground.
He always bought me stuff, took me places, he was there for everything. He came to my last and final hip surgery bearing wonderful gifts, and the last thing i remember about that day is my balloons got loose from my wheelchair and floated away in the big blue sky. I was devastated, because that man (george) took the time to carefully pick out each and every one of my balloons as well as other gifts.
I skipped a bit... but i couldn't remember that much anyways.
By 4 years old we (my mother and i) had moved to Danville Illinois
and the neighbor's cousin...well he became my step dad. "Ol Red" is what i call him nowadays.
So being 4 and used to it just being mother and i, i tried everything to get rid of "ol red" but he just wasn't leaving. So we came to a truce. He was to love & spoil me and i was to be the biggest brat he ever met. & it worked. :)
first thing he did was move us to Ridgefarm Illinois which was about 30 mins or less from our precious residence. we got a huge black and white three story house & it was ALL for me!
it didn't last though. we lived there for me to go from Kinder-Garden to Second Grade.
THENNNNN we moved to good ol' Louisiana [lewsyanna] Where i started 3rd grade, and then we moved to a different part where i finished 3rd and started 4th. mid 4th grade we moved to Ft. Drum New York (dad and or "ol red" joined the army) so i was in New York for the remains of 4th grade and that summer we (mother and i) moved back to Ridgefarm. In New York i met a friend. i'll name her X because its too personal. anyhoooo back to Ridgefarm, I started 5th grade in "Georgetown" because that's where middle school was. i got through maybe a quarter of the year, then it was BACK TO NEW YORK where i finished 5th grade and moved onto 6th. after christmas break (mother and i ) moved to Tennessee.
where i resumed 6th grade and started 7th. after half of 7th i decided to quit. ha. i was done changing and moving schools. THENNNN Mother got sick of me being suspended for fighting and my "defiant" attitude and all the trouble i was in so she was sending me to live with "ol red" at "Ft Polk Louisiana" (now known as home) So, i pack my shit. mom brings me to RED and then, she decided to stay with us. LORD HAVE MERCY i thought i was getting a break from that women!!!! So i homeschooled for 7th grade, because i refused to go to school where i had to be patted down and wear school uniforms, i thought i'd probably get kicked out anyways because these dumbasses haven't been through what i have and they know nothing about life (< said 7th grade me) SOOOO, since i was homeschooled, we went to "Ragland Alabama" where both of my Grandmothers were, and helped out a bit. then 8th grade rolled around and i stayed homeschooled half the year and mother nor i could stand being around eachother that much. so it was moving completely to Alabama and i returned to a public school, in which i got kicked out 3 weeks before school ended and they failed me miserably because of my "disorderly conduct" my fighting and even "banned" me from the town. ha.
Oh, while we were in ALABAMA 'OL RED" was in IRAQ.
then it was back to Louisiana where i was made to return to 8th grade in a private school. it wasn't really a private school they just had a fucked up way of thinking.
so i finished 8th grade, Moved onto 9th. had my first child mid 9th grade year, went back for 10th then decided i was done. i worked full time at McDonalds. I met a man, married him and now we live in Texas. I have 3 beautiful children. My mother and "ol red" divorced in 2009 but i'm 5 hours from mom, and 3 hours from dad (when hes in the country.) << that's a whole other cup of vodka i'll have to get into at a later date.
If you've kept up this far, you deserve some sort of medal. My life is one big chaotic mess. but it's my life & i love it... :)
i'm going to put this out there only because i can.
if anyone is interested in working from home, and or Losing a little extra weight, PLEASE visit my website. www.plexusslim.com/Christinen88
ANDDDDDDDDDD
if you wanna see me be funny...
https://www.facebook.com/MommysGotInk
^^That's my fanpage.
I guess this would be the perfect time to Introduce such a person as i.
I am Christine. 24 years old, Early Christmas Present. :)
To Start my story off correctly, (it really isn't a story... it's my life)
I was born with Dislocated hips, i was in a body cast until around 3 years old.
Surgery after Surgery. My father abused my mother, and then dropped me off one day with my grandmother and said he was never returning, My mother a full time college student, a full time employee, and a full time mother to a child with "special needs"
So, everyone was fine with my "father" leaving my mother and i. My Grandmother and Aunt raised me.... well they looked after me while my mother was gone to work or school so yes in a sense my Aunt and Grandmother did raise me. My Grandmother had many men in her life, which was awesome i was a fan of a few. but i'll never forget one. "George" that man was my guardian angel from the time he laid eyes on me to the day we put him in the ground.
He always bought me stuff, took me places, he was there for everything. He came to my last and final hip surgery bearing wonderful gifts, and the last thing i remember about that day is my balloons got loose from my wheelchair and floated away in the big blue sky. I was devastated, because that man (george) took the time to carefully pick out each and every one of my balloons as well as other gifts.
I skipped a bit... but i couldn't remember that much anyways.
By 4 years old we (my mother and i) had moved to Danville Illinois
and the neighbor's cousin...well he became my step dad. "Ol Red" is what i call him nowadays.
So being 4 and used to it just being mother and i, i tried everything to get rid of "ol red" but he just wasn't leaving. So we came to a truce. He was to love & spoil me and i was to be the biggest brat he ever met. & it worked. :)
first thing he did was move us to Ridgefarm Illinois which was about 30 mins or less from our precious residence. we got a huge black and white three story house & it was ALL for me!
it didn't last though. we lived there for me to go from Kinder-Garden to Second Grade.
THENNNNN we moved to good ol' Louisiana [lewsyanna] Where i started 3rd grade, and then we moved to a different part where i finished 3rd and started 4th. mid 4th grade we moved to Ft. Drum New York (dad and or "ol red" joined the army) so i was in New York for the remains of 4th grade and that summer we (mother and i) moved back to Ridgefarm. In New York i met a friend. i'll name her X because its too personal. anyhoooo back to Ridgefarm, I started 5th grade in "Georgetown" because that's where middle school was. i got through maybe a quarter of the year, then it was BACK TO NEW YORK where i finished 5th grade and moved onto 6th. after christmas break (mother and i ) moved to Tennessee.
where i resumed 6th grade and started 7th. after half of 7th i decided to quit. ha. i was done changing and moving schools. THENNNN Mother got sick of me being suspended for fighting and my "defiant" attitude and all the trouble i was in so she was sending me to live with "ol red" at "Ft Polk Louisiana" (now known as home) So, i pack my shit. mom brings me to RED and then, she decided to stay with us. LORD HAVE MERCY i thought i was getting a break from that women!!!! So i homeschooled for 7th grade, because i refused to go to school where i had to be patted down and wear school uniforms, i thought i'd probably get kicked out anyways because these dumbasses haven't been through what i have and they know nothing about life (< said 7th grade me) SOOOO, since i was homeschooled, we went to "Ragland Alabama" where both of my Grandmothers were, and helped out a bit. then 8th grade rolled around and i stayed homeschooled half the year and mother nor i could stand being around eachother that much. so it was moving completely to Alabama and i returned to a public school, in which i got kicked out 3 weeks before school ended and they failed me miserably because of my "disorderly conduct" my fighting and even "banned" me from the town. ha.
Oh, while we were in ALABAMA 'OL RED" was in IRAQ.
then it was back to Louisiana where i was made to return to 8th grade in a private school. it wasn't really a private school they just had a fucked up way of thinking.
so i finished 8th grade, Moved onto 9th. had my first child mid 9th grade year, went back for 10th then decided i was done. i worked full time at McDonalds. I met a man, married him and now we live in Texas. I have 3 beautiful children. My mother and "ol red" divorced in 2009 but i'm 5 hours from mom, and 3 hours from dad (when hes in the country.) << that's a whole other cup of vodka i'll have to get into at a later date.
If you've kept up this far, you deserve some sort of medal. My life is one big chaotic mess. but it's my life & i love it... :)
i'm going to put this out there only because i can.
if anyone is interested in working from home, and or Losing a little extra weight, PLEASE visit my website. www.plexusslim.com/Christinen88
ANDDDDDDDDDD
if you wanna see me be funny...
https://www.facebook.com/MommysGotInk
^^That's my fanpage.
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