Hopeless Romantic...

I'll be the first to admit that I am a hopeless romantic. I watch 'chic flicks' and wonder why I can't find a guy like that, why my life doesn't turn out that way. Yes, I know that movies and books are not real, but it would be nice to know whether or not there is someone out there for me that really truly wants me for me, not because he likes the idea of me. I am intelligent, opinionated, dedicated, passionate, honest; I've been hurt so much in the past that I put up walls and no one sees these things, except for those close to me that have seen me through the worst and helped picked me up when I fall.

I want to travel the world, see Italy, Germany, Ireland, Scotland, Russia, and as many historical locations in the United States as I can fit into one lifetime. I want to have more kids, but only with someone that will appreciate children and love my daughter as his own. My daughter has a father; I'm not looking for a replacement. But I refuse to put my daughter to the wayside while I flit from guy to guy, trying to find one that truly wants to me with me in all my different attitudes, moods, whatever. I don't want to have to explain to anyone why I want to do laundry at a certain time, or go to the store, or whatever. I want to be able to hold a conversation with someone that doesn't revolve around household chores, work, or the problems we have with our family. I want to talk about books I've read, movies I've enjoyed, current affairs; I want to talk about all that and more, without someone saying "It doesn't directly affect me, so I don't care about it". I can't be with someone that buries their head in the sand and ignores the world.

I am not what most people would call a 'classy' woman. I don't like champagne, or wine, or expensive dinners. Well, an expensive dinner once in a while might be nice, granted only if the food is worth it. I wear jeans and a T-shirt most of the time, and tennis shoes unless I feel like dressing up a little bit. I hate wearing make-up most of the time, but I do like what make-up can do to bring out my eyes. I just hate the amount of time it takes to get it looking right. I wish I could wake up in the morning and have it already be done. I swear like a sailor, I don't care who I offend. I will be the first to admit that I am nowhere near politically correct. I drink beer and hard liquor. I don't like champagne. I don't like wine. I love country music, and other genres of music, depending on my mood.

My dad has always been there for me. He's my rock. We are two peas in a pod, more like best friends than father and daughter. Of course, most people think that is weird, strange, not right, whatever. But I don't really care. My dad is the only person I KNOW I can count on. There are a few others that I can sometimes count on, but they tend to move in and out of my life whenever it suits them. My sister is different. We are best friends, but talking to her is much different than talking to my dad.However, tthere isn't much that one knows that the other doesn't. I can tell my dad that I really like or really hate a guy. My sister will dissect the pros and cons of someone with me, while my dad just says that he wants me to be happy, and if they hurt me, he will hurt them. I think that's a dad thing. But they are there for me whatever happens. If I make a bad decision, or a string of them for that matter, they will always be there to help me up, brush me off, and tell me that they are glad that I finally came to my senses. They won't say 'I told you so' but I can tell that they think it. And I'm totally fine with that.

GRR!

I know I broke up with him almost a month ago, but I can't get over him. Oh, I still hate his family. His mother is the worst waste of space that I have ever seen. She was here last weekend, while my sister, her husband, and I went to Summerfest. The cops came to the back door, because the neighbor's dog got out and one of the neighbors has complained about his back door being wide open. Does she bother to call me, the person that lives here, to tell me that the cops had been here?? NOPE. She waits until 11:30 at night when I got home, to bombard me with the information as soon as I walked in the door. I flipped on her, of course, because she doesn't have 2 brain cells to rub together to make a coherent thought. I told M that his mother is not allowed back into MY home when I am not going to be here. I can't trust her. I mean, I live here, so I need to know who comes to the door, what happens. And it wasn't just that one thing. I had told her many times NOT to leave water in my pots and pans, because it will ruin them. What did she do last weekend? She left water in a pan. I would have bitched at her for that, only she was gone and on her way home before I noticed the pan in the sink. The third thing that happened, that I bitched at her for when I got home that night, was her taking my dog outside on her leash. I have a run set up in the front yard for my dog, so you can just let her out and she only has about 20 feet or so. It keeps her on the front yard and far enough away from the sidewalk that no one can complain about her. Well, M's mom decided to take my dog outside on her leash every time she wanted to go out. His mom said that my dog went out about 3 times more than she normally does. That was because when you hook her up to her leash, she thinks she's going for a walk! I explained this to his mom many many times, and she still doesn't understand it.

The other person I hate from his family is his grandmother. She is an annoying, can't do anything for herself when I'm here, but can do it when I'm not around, repeat herself all the time, and can't figure out what the dog's name is, even though I've told her thousands of times, total pain in my ass. She seems to be intent on making my life miserable. I know that she is 86 years old, but she doesn't have Alzheimer's, she doesn't have any kind of disease or illness or anything that would prevent her from doing anything or remembering the damn dog's name. She wonders why the dog never listens to her. Well...that would be because she calls the dog Rocky, and the dog's name is ROXY. The dog knows her name, so it makes sense that the dog wouldn't listen when you call her the wrong name! But no, that old bag can't figure it out. And if the old rag's voice wasn't so annoying, I would just let Roxy do whatever she wants. But her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, so I yell Roxy's name and tell her to go lay down, just to get that damn woman to shut the hell up! I will be SOOO fucking happy when she finally kicks the damn bucket. Honestly, if I knew how to do it and get away with it, I would poison her and finally be rid of her. But I don't, so I can't.

M's 'father' (sperm donor is more like it) isn't much better than his mom and his grandmother. His father doesn't believe anything unless you prove it to him, and even then, he still stands there and says 'well that can't be right'. I just proved it to you, you moron! Of course it's right!

Honestly, I thought MY family was fucked up. No, M's family is a million times worse than my family. At least only one side of my family is fucked up (mom's). BOTH sides of his family are fucked up. His mother can't use her head for more than a hat rack; his sister is so fucked up and such a hypochondriac that I'm surprised she wakes up every day, instead of killing herself in her sleep with all the medications she insists she needs; his grandmother is content to do the same damn things every single day, yet complains to her daughter (M's mom) that she wants to get out of the house more. Well, stop walking with that damn walker and start using the cane you just HAD to have, and maybe you can get out more. Stop acting like an invalid, because you aren't one! His mother had one of M's friends build a wooden thing for the back step, so that grandmother can 'go down that step easier'. She did this while I was at Summerfest, so of course she didn't call me and ask me if I had the money to pay him for the wood, or pay for the stain and weather proofing that needs to be done, so the wood doesn't rot away in a year. No, she doesn't call me and ask me anything. She just decides that grandmother needs it - she never asked for it, his mom just decided that grandmother needed it, even though she never complained about it - and puts me up for more money, which I don't have. I swear, if it was legal to kill someone and I knew for a fact I would get away with it, I would wipe out his whole family. They have smoked themselves stupid, or were just born this dumb. I don't know for sure, but I am VERY surprised that they have each made it this far in life, being as stupid as they are. I'm surprised that they didn't fall down stairs while drunk, or played chicken with a train and end up as a 'these people did stupid shit and died' statistic. 

I have tried to talk to his mother about all of this, but it's like talking to a brick wall. No, a brick wall is smarter than her. I have talked and repeated myself until I was damn near blue in the face, and she never changes. I haven't told her yet that I don't want her here when I'm not here, but I'm thinking about calling her in the morning and bitching her out, again, and ending with me telling her I don't want her here ever again. I don't even trust her to be here when I'm actually here, much less when I'm not here. I'm surprised she hasn't killed her mother yet, as little regard she shows for MY house rules and MY home in general.

I have little patience for stupid people, and his family has cornered the market on stupid. There aren't enough words to describe just how stupid they are. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but I can only handle so much stupid, before I just want to haul off and smack the stupid out of someone. Of course, if I tried to do that with his family, I would beat them to death, because they are so stupid that no amount of beating will stop them.

Sure, I've done plenty of stupid things in my life; I don't pretend that I'm perfect. I'm far from it. But I limit my stupidity to only once or twice per day. They have maybe ONE half-assed smart move per day, all three of them combined, and that's on a perfect day! I doubt the three of them have more than 10 smart or half-smart thoughts, actions, etc. per year.

Those DAMNED illegals are EVERYWHERE!

This blog actually started as a comment on a yahoo.com article (link is here: http://tinyurl.com/62t88y8)
It just got so long that I couldn't fit it all in the comment section. But here it is, for anyone that wants to read my thoughts on the subject. 

The problem here is that the law is open to interpretation. That's how the laws are applied. Personally, I have no problem with the illegals being kicked out, not given a free education, etc. Just because you were born here, doesn't mean that you don't get kicked out with your illegal parents!! I am a 4th generation German-American. my great-grandparents came over here from Germany, with a sponsor, they learned English, learned American History (what history there was at the time), and they passed the test to become an American Citizen. I don't mind if people come here from other countries; the U.S. is the 'melting pot' of the world. What I have a problem with is these low-life illegals coming here, taking the money that I put into Social Security and other programs, while they decide that they are 'too good' to learn English and want everything else to be translated into Spanish for them. Have any of you been to the DMV lately? Or even to the grocery store, gas station, or called a Customer Service number? THIS IS AMERICA! WHERE THE HELL DOES IT SAY THAT I HAVE TO PRESS 'ONE' FOR ENGLISH?!

It's just like high school or college - If you don't belong in the class, you get kicked out, whether the reason be you failed a prerequisite class, you didn't pay, or you are just too stupid to follow the information. That applies to illegals too. I'm sick and tired of, every stinking time I turn on the news or the radio, there is yet ANOTHER report of some bastard illegal getting into a horrible car accident with no license and no insurance, or driving drunk and killing someone, or robbing a store/bank, and what happens? They go to trial, at taxpayers expense. They are held in jail, at taxpayers expense. They serve their time, at taxpayers expense. When their sentence is over, they are deported, at taxpayers expense. But what stops them from coming right back over the border illegally again? Oh yea, that's right. Not a Damn THING! They get a free ride in the U.S., get sent back to Mexico, and in a few weeks or months, they are right back here. If Americans weren't so "holier-than-thou" and would actually work the jobs that illegals do, we wouldn't have this problem. Of course, employers LOVE having illegals, because they don't have to pay payroll tax, they don't have to pay insurance, and if someone goofs off, they can fire that one and there are 2,000,000 waiting in line to take their place.

There was talk in my area that the illegals wanted the state to allow them to have driver's licenses, but because they couldn't provide a Social Security card and a U.S. birth certificate, they aren't able to get a license. Well, here's an idea to fix that - Set aside every Saturday for 6 months at the DMV where no one will be helped, except illegals that want to get a driver's license. When they go outside for the driver's test, have the U.S. Marshals and ICE waiting out back, with a bunch of semi trailers and truck drivers. Stuff the illegals into the back of the trucks (they should be used to it, that's how they arrived in the U.S. anyway) and ship their asses out to the Nevada Desert. Don't take them back to Mexico, or we will just have to round them up again. Take them to Nevada and have the military bases out there practice their target shooting. Hey, even once a month, have a gun club rent out the military firing range and let the gun club take care of the illegals! That's even better than having the military do it. The military has enough to do already; let someone else take care of it. Hell, gun clubs are used to hitting useless targets, so shooting the illegals won't take much work. Take it up a notch, and have the illegals try to escape from the firing squad. That would make it even MORE fun! This is America and, according to the rest of the world, we are a bunch of lazy, over-fed and under-worked, boring people. Well, we will cease to be those things if we have a little target practice with the illegals! You can even let the kids get in on it; just give them a paint-ball gun. The adults, or those with actual, legal guns and a license to carry, can take care of the paint-covered Spics after the kids get bored and leave to do something else. (And the kids will leave, they always do when something no longer holds their attention)

Anyway, now that you have read my blog about illegals Spics (when I say Spics, I don't mean just Mexicans. I mean every single solitary waste of space that has entered the U.S. illegally), I guess it is time for you to find something else to do! I can't keep your attention here indefinitely! Nor do I want your attention here indefinitely. So read what you want, and move the hell on! (Oh, and I mean that in the best possible way) :-)

I have no idea how I'm going to get through the next 18 months. Just in the last two months, I've gotten so damn bored with everything. It's the same shit every day, all day. I absolutely HATE taking care of his grandmother, knowing that I have no where else to do, I can't force his mother to take his grandmother, because I know he would never forgive me if I did, even though he tries to tell me different. This was all dumped on my lap, his grandmother and everything else, and I don't like it. But I have no option, other than moving in with my sister in Janesville, and I really don't want to do that, simply because she is 2 weeks married and has 4 kids. Not a lot of room for me. I don't really feel like riding the couch and feeling like a live-in babysitter. I know my sister wouldn't treat me like that on purpose, but I know both she and her now-husband are busy and taking care of 4 kids is a hand full. I love my sister, but I honestly don't know how she does it. 


And I try to talk to people - my dad, my grandma, even my sister - about things, and all they tell me is "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" (grandma), "You are doing a great thing, taking all of this on. You are a great girl with a level head on your shoulders. You can do this. Just depend on yourself and your strengths and you will be fine" (Dad), "Why don't you drop off grandma off at his mom's and move in with us>" (my sister). I guess what I'm looking for is a shoulder to cry on, so to speak, someone that will listen to me and not try to fix things or tell me what they would do in my position. I guess my only option is to swallow my complaints and go about my business. It's hard, because sometimes I feel like things are going to over-whelm me and I'll just crack and go crazy. Writing things down doesn't help, because I just get more upset, due to re-living the things that had upset me. 


I guess I just have to put on my big girl panties and deal with it. I didn't ask for this, but I have no other option. Sadly, I don't think I will be with him after he gets out. I just can't deal with it anymore. I had promised that I would stay until he gets out, to be able to take care of his grandma, but after he gets out, I doubt that I'll be around much longer. I just need to find a job and save money (hard thing to do when I'm trying to take care of everything else here that takes money) and find my own place. Hopefully, I'll be able to move back to Waukesha and be by my friends and familiar places and have my own place and have my daughter back. 


I haven't really felt love towards him in a long time. But I can't tell him that, not while he's in jail. I'm only here out of convenience, not love or lust or even friendship. 

So .... I found out over the weekend that my ex, my daughter's father, is expecting a baby with his girlfriend. She is due Sept. 27, THREE DAYS before my 26th birthday. A guy that can't pay proper attention to his 8 year old daughter when she is with him, can't get up in the morning to make sure she gets to school safely, and wants to prove to the courts that I am a bad mother, is going to have another baby. And it bugs the hell out of me.

It's not that I want to be with him, or have another child with him, or anything. I just hate how things seem to be going along just fine for everyone else, but not for me. He seems so happy and to be honest, I'm jealous as hell that they are having a baby. I want another baby, but the man I'm with has so many kids already, and has already said multiple times that he doesn't really want more kids, but will have more with me just because I want more. I don't want to force him to be a father again, when he has pretty clearly told me that he has enough kids already. But I can't ignore the fact that I want more kids. And I don't know if I can be with him. I have already decided that I will not marry him while his grandma is living with us, because it is just too much for me. I just can't imagine trying to plan a wedding while she's still alive. Call me self-centered, bitchy, mean, whatever ... I just will not marry him while she's alive. Unless she is NOT living with us anymore. 

I can't stand to have her here now, I can't imagine trying to live a married life and everything else that goes along with it while she is here. I know it's not much different in terms of living and taking care of things, but I just can't stand the idea of having her here while we are married. She is too important to him for me to play second fiddle to her for the next however-many years she'll still be alive. I don't even know if I can marry him. There are too many issues between us that haven't been resolved, and probably won't be resolved, because every time I try to talk to him about things, he gets defensive and tells me it is all my fault that we don't get along. It is honestly like I'm just supposed to do whatever he wants me to do, say whatever he wants me to say, and wear whatever he wants me to wear, just to make him happy, while I stay miserable and contemplate leaving him. Which I do on a daily basis, by the way. The only reason I haven't left yet is because I just don't have a job and the money to pay for my own place. My sister says I can move in with her and her fiancée and their 4 kids, but, as much as I love my sister and her family, I just can't imagine being myself and finding my way in life by living with them and riding the couch. 

I want to win the lottery and move out, get my own place and decorate it, do my own thing, and not have to worry about anything with him anymore. Maybe I can talk to my dad and convince him to let me take over his house when he moves, instead of leaving it to go into foreclosure. I need to get a job to be able to pay the cable, phone, internet, and other bills, but other than that, Dad would be sending me the payment for the mortgage. I think. I just want to get back to Waukesha and my friends. I feel like I'm suffocating here, because there are so many things that are unresolved. He's trying to change everything about me, and I just want someone that will accept me for me and not try to mold me into some kind of make-up every day, knee-high boots with pants tucked in, skin tight shirts with tits hanging out absurdly, looking like a whore that just walked out of the whore house, woman. It's like I can't be myself anymore. He wants me to be who he thinks I should be, but that's not me. I was raised to be myself and not worry about what others think about me, yet he wants me to start worrying about what he thinks 'because he has to be seen with me when we go somewhere'. Well, I don't really care. I can't dress up and look 'sexy' (as he calls it) when I feel like I'm just there to be his little sex slave, wearing whatever he wants me to wear, not being able to have an opinion, because if I voice my opinion or my thoughts, I get into trouble. 

It is so frustrating, to have someone not listen to you, have someone talk over you whenever you try to tell them what you are thinking and feeling, have someone tell you things that you have no reason to feel that way, that they don't understand why you feel that way, because no one in the world would look at things the same way you do.

Do you believe in true love?

I don't believe in the 'pop culture' version of true love, where every girl wants the knight in shining armor, white horse, little house with a white picket fence. Those things would be nice to have, but in reality, it rarely happens that way. And if we all wait for that version of 'love', no one would be with anyone. 


I believe that true love is being comfortable enough with someone to let them know every little thing about you, knowing that they won't hold it against you or throw it in your face. True love is being able to show your weaknesses and not be laughed at; show your strong points and not be seen as too 'macho' (for guys), or too 'manly' (for women); and just be yourself, without someone constantly trying to change you.


Call me crazy, but society has become too decided on the gender roles that people should play, and when anyone tries to step outside those gender roles, they are seen as different, and that is not fair. 


Why can't we all just be who we are comfortable being, instead of what society says we should be? When did the societal norm for women become having to be a size 2, having perfect hair and perfect make-up from the time she wakes up until she lays down in bed, and having to cater to what her significant other wants? When did society make is to important for women to have someone in their life? A women who decides not to be with someone has to deal with the constant questions from friends, family, and co-workers about 'why aren't you dating anyone?' and 'oh, I know someone who would be perfect for you!' Why can't we just be ourselves without someone always having to put in their 2-cents about every little thing? 


I'm sorry, but the day that you can manage every little thing in your life and have nothing go wrong, no problems, THAT will be the day that you can tell me who I should meet, go out with, or spend time with. Until that day, keep my life out of your mind, and leave well enough alone. When I am willing to be in a relationship again, I will take it upon MYSELF to talk to people, to put myself out there to meet someone. I don't need someone always wanting to stick their nose in and try to 'help' me. If I needed help, I would see a therapist.


Call me cynical, bitchy, whatever, but I don't think a woman has to have a man in order to be happy. There are plenty of women out there who live their lives single and happy, doing whatever they want, whatever makes them happy and leaves them feeling fulfilled.  If people would spend more time on themselves, worried about themselves a little more than everyone around them, things would be a lot better. Stop worrying so much about everyone else's lives, when you can't even manage your own life. 

I just can't see it...

For some reason, I can no longer see myself marrying him, spending the rest of my life with him. Nothing big has changed, at least from what I can see, but I just can't see myself with him when I think about the future.

The biggest problem is that I don't know how to tell him that, because I fear that he will over-react and take things the wrong way, the way he always does when I try to tell him how I feel. I know we need to talk about things, but it's hard to do, because we are so busy with her, his different classes he has to take, and finding a job for him, plus all the things I have to do.

That sounds like excuses, but it's not. It is fact, that we no longer have time to spend with each other because of her. Everything revolves around getting her to doctor appointments, getting her up to the bathroom, getting her up to do her physical therapy, making meals that she can eat, which have to be different than what we eat, because she can't eat spices at all.

And for some reason, it seems like it doesn't bother him at all. He still finds time to be horny, and expects me to be the same. He expects  me to not be tired, not to be irritated because she feels the need to talk during shows, but is totally quiet during commercials. He expects me not to have a headache from yelling at her because she can't hear him, so I have to repeat everything he says.

I knew it was going to be a big transition, her coming to live with us, but I didn't think it was going to be this hard on me. I'm tired all the time, never feel like doing anything, haven't been sleeping right, and just in general, I feel like I'm going through each day not caring anymore. I don't care when or what I eat, what everyone else eats, what we watch on TV, when we go to bed, or when we wake up. It's like I've lost all capacity to care about anything here.

It's different when I go to see my daughter, because it's like all the feeling comes back. I care about what we do, where we go, what toys she plays with and wants me to play with her. But then I dread coming back home, because I know that all that feeling goes away as soon as I walk in that door. And I hate that feeling. I just don't know how to tell him that so much has changed, because he doesn't see it at all, and he won't understand. I just can't see myself being with him for too much longer, unless things change dramatically...

What is the point of anything anymore?

What is the point of trying to make things work anymore? Every time I try to make things work, try my hardest to make things right and keep everyone happy, including me, I get shit on. I can't make my fiancée happy. I can't make my girlfriend happy. Every time I open my heart to someone and let them in and give them everything I have...I get my heart stepped on, trampled, cut to pieces, totally ruined...and I don't know why. I don't know if it's me, the guys i'm attracted to, the situation surrounding the relationship, I really don't have any clue. I wish I did.

After all the times that he told me that he wished I would die, that he wishes I was dead, maybe that's something worth looking into. I mean, he doesn't care about me, I've lost touch with all of my friends, my ex is trying to take my daughter from me...what is there to live for? All I want in life is to be happy and loved and be around those that love me, and yet I can't seem to accomplish that, so what is the point of living? Why be alive and miserable? Why not put everyone out of their collective miseries of being in my life and just end it all? What is the point of living when each day is worse than the next?

Things Change

It's strange how much people can grow and mature in short periods of time. I talk to a few friends from high school, people who didn't want to grow up and be responsible back then, and now, they are responsible and are starting families. Then I talk to more people from high school, people I knew but never really hung out with, for various reasons. I talk to them and realize that we have nothing in common, if we ever did.

There are a few people I talk to that tried to be mature and responsible in high school, people I was very good friends with, and talking to them now, after being out of high school for about 6 years, and I realize that we have grown apart. We no longer have anything in common and even trying to talk about bland topics is a struggle to think of things to say. Maybe I am more mature than I was in high school, maybe they aren't as mature as I am or as I was in high school. But some thing has changed and it's strange. People I used to sit with for hours and talk to about anything, I can't think of anything to say now. It's almost as if life has changed both of us, not experiences so much as just maturity and life and our thought processes. It get depressing to think that the people I used to spend so much time with and we would finish each other's sentences, now we barely squeeze out a 5 minute conversation.

Life is strange sometimes, I guess.

Arizona

I'm proud of what Arizona is doing. The entire country and it's LEGAL citizens need to step up and tell all the illegals that our ancestors came here LEGALLY and if they want to be here so bad, then they can do it the way the rest of us did. There's nothing wrong with people learning the language and doing things legally. If we just deport all of the illegals here, they will just be running back across the border in a few days anyway. If we actually took PRIDE in our country and realized that while the Statue of Liberty does say "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free", it does not say "Hey, come here illegally, take our jobs and money, and in a few years run back to your original country and live high on the hog on OUR MONEY". It does not say that anywhere and REAL Americans will eventually pull their heads out of the sand and do what's is right for the country.

Immigration reform is sorely needed and soon. I'm so tired of walking into a store and not being able to talk to the store clerks because none of them speak English and the ones that do, know minimal English at best. So what the hell am I supposed to do? Put myself out for illegal immigrants and learn Spanish? Hell no. This is AMERICA and we speak ENGLISH here. Either learn it or move the hell out of the country. My ancestors moved here from Europe three generations ago and they had no problem learning English and still keeping their heritage intact. So speak spanish all you want at home, but learn English and USE IT.

You illegals came here because it's so much better than your original country, yet you want everyone here, who is a legal citizen, to cater to you and make everything easier for you. Well what about all the legal citizens that have to pay higher taxes now because you had to go to the emergency room and you didn't have insurance to pay for it? That expense goes on to the citizens that pay taxes and have insurance. We are the ones supporting you and your illegal status here in the Unites States of America. Sure, this is a free country and we have better rights for our citizens than your country, but then, that's all the more reason to come here LEGALLY. If America is the Land of the Free and you really want to be here that bad, do it the right way.

If I wanted to leave America to go to...Germany, let's say, and I did it illegally, they would either charge me and put me in jail, or ship me back to my country of origin and I would face charges and a trial there. Yet, in America, the government seems to turn a blind eye to the immigration problem that we have. Social Security will be completely gone by the time I retire (in about 40 years if I'm lucky), and it's because over the years the government has taken money time and again from Social Security to pay for other things and has never paid it back. And will all the illegals living in the United States, there are more and more costs that need to be covered and the government sees Social Security as an easy way to pay for it. Well it's not as easy as it looks.

Arizona should be applauded for what they are doing. They are doing that most Americans think the government should do, but the government is afraid to do it. They think that mexico will boycott America and we will stop receiving whatever it is we receive in trade agreements from mexico. Well, I don't really care what we get from mexico. If they cannot stop their residents from leaving and coming here illegally, then we need to do something. Building a wall along the border will not do anything, because the mexicans will just dig underneath it. Hell, they run, jump, and swim across now as it is, what's to stop them from adding a new sport to their border-crossing olympics?

Illegal immigrants are like those annoying little gnats that fly around the food at a family picnic, they won't go away with a swap of a hand but you don't really want to spray bug killer around the food, so you just kind of put up with them until it's time to leave. Well, that's the government. They try to ignore the illegal immigration problem because they 'have better things to do' with the 100 days that the Senate and House of Representative are actually working each year, and they are too afraid to spray the bug killer that is needed.

It's irritating that more people are not speaking out about this. I am a fourth-generation German American, and I do not see on ANY forms that I have EVER filled out anywhere that says German-American where spics have their mexican American. Even the census that came out recently made sure that the wet-backs had their own race, but the people that came here legally got nothing but white and black. There are German Americans, Polish Americans, Norwegian Americans, French Americans, Canadian Americans, and many others, and yet none of us got our own section. How is that fair? This is supposed to be a fair country, is it not?

I'm at a loss....

I'm at a total lost as to what to do. I can't seem to win with him. No matter what, I'm wrong. I don't know what the hell is going on. I'm so lost and just wanting things to be done. But I have nowhere to go, so even if things were over, I'm still stuck here with him.

I want things to be better between us, but he never seems to want to listen. All he does is tell me that I'm wrong, that I need to change, that I don't see anything that I do. I'm at my wits end here. He told me tonight, while arguing, that he would only be happy when I was "six feet under", that he wishes I was dead so he could be rid of me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I have enough problems with my self-esteem, stemming from living with my mother, but to hear someone who supposedly loves you tell you that they wish you were dead? That's the worst. I can feel myself sinking into a bad depression again. The last time I was in a depression like this, I was a freshman in high school and called a friend because I wanted to take an entire bottle of Excedrin Migraine and end it right there. Yet he doesn't seem to care at all.........why?

What to do, What to do......

I have no idea what to do. He's got more, and worse, PMS than I do, yet he doesn't want to see it. He tells me that he wants my help with certain things, yet when I try to help him, he just says I'm "making him feel stupid" or acting like I don't love him. Well, when he acts like this all the time, it's hard as hell to love him. He's acting like my mother and I don't deal well with that. When I try to tell him that I can't deal with him when he acts like it, he just tells me that I don't love him or that I want him to change yet I won't see what I'm doing that needs to change.

What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't leave, because I have no where to go. I know that when most people say that, they actually do have somewhere to go, but I truly have no where to go. My dad's moving to Florida, my mom hates me, my brothers can't stand me, and my so-called friends, the ones that bitched me out for being with him, can't seem to get off their high horses and see that something's wrong, that I need their help. But whatever.

I'm just going to go away for a while and the people I want to talk to, I'll let them know when I'm back. Later!

Being a Mom

MOTHERS

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
They don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried 'play dough'
Doesn't come out of carpets.

Real Mothers don't want to know 'what'
The vacuum just sucked up...

Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
And get their answer when a little
Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'

Real Mothers know that a child's growth
Is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.....
The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - "My Mommy can do anything"!

8 YEARS OF AGE - "My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot"!

12 YEARS OF AGE - "My Mother doesn’t know everything"!

14 YEARS OF AGE - "My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue".
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16 YEARS OF AGE - "Mother? She's so~ five minutes ago".

18 YEARS OF AGE - "That old woman? She's way out of date"!

25 YEARS OF AGE - "Well, she might know a little bit about it"!

35 YEARS OF AGE - "Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion".

45 YEARS OF AGE - "Wonder what Mom would have thought about it"?

65 YEARS OF AGE - "Wish I could talk it over with Mom".

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her 'soul'.
It is the 'caring' that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

I cant keep on pretending....I dont love you anymore

I just realized something tonight. It came upon me like a Mack truck. I just don't love you anymore. 

There's nowhere for me to run, nowhere to hide. I just don't love you anymore. I don't know what made me fall out of love with you, or if I even loved you in the first place. I really don't know. All I know is that, if I ever did love you, I don't anymore. 

I feel like you treat me like a roommate instead of a girlfriend or fiancee, which is what we were supposed to be, engaged to be married. I don't understand why you treat me this way but, like so many people have told me, I can do so much better. I have learned from past relationships that when everyone around you, outside the relationship, tells you that you shouldn't be treated this way and that you can do so much better, they are right and it is time to end the relationship. 

I never wanted to do this to you, because I know that you feel like you need me, but I just can't do this anymore. I can't be beaten down and treated like shit by someone that is supposed to be my significant other. I went through that with Jake and I can't do that again. I've done it too long already. I need to get out on my own and be my own woman and learn that I can be successful without being attached to someone. I don't have to have a man to be attractive or to be fun or to be who I want to be. In fact, the only way I can be who I am is to be single and not attached to anyone. 

Every time I have been in a relationship, he has tried to change me in some way. Change the way I look, the way I act, the people I talk to, the activities I like, the sports I like to watch, any number of other things. I want to be myself and not have to answer to someone about where I am going when I just want to take a walk to get out of the house for a while. I don't want to feel like I have a babysitter at 24 years old. And that's how he has made me feel, since we met. I didn't realize it then, but I realize it now. I can't be with someone that wants to change everything about me, or that isn't happy with me. 


Maybe that means that I am destined to be alone but I think I'd be fine with that. If I could only get a sure sign of what is supposed to happen. Then I would know for sure what I'm supposed to do, whether there is someone out there for me. Maybe I'm expecting too much from men. Maybe my standards are too high. Maybe I just haven't met "the one", if he even exists. I have heard that changing for the right reason, the right PERSONAL reason, is the only way to change  and stay changed, but I haven't found the right reason to change, personal or otherwise. I don't get the feeling that there is anyone for me, other than random relationships throughout my life. I don't feel as if I'll ever truly find someone to be with, other than a relationship with no clear future. 

Isn't there supposed to be one person for everyone? Or have I lost my chance at true happiness?

There comes a time when.......

There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:
"This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.
When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad - you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you"

Sometimes, we all get fed up with everyone else trying to tell us how we should be. TV, models, actresses and actors...they all set an example of 'how people should act, look like, speak, and associate themselves with'. There are too many people out there that base their lives around how celebrities look like, act, speak, drink, and associated themselves with. What ever happened to people being happy with who they are, happy with how they dress, how they speak, how and what they eat, and who they choose to associate themselves with??

Is society really that stupid that we all have to strive to be like everyone else??! Why can't we all be happy being who we are? 

For example, I am a 24 year old single mother, unemployed but going to college to further my education so I can give my daughter what my parents were unable (or unwilling) to give me. I am funny, sarcastic, down-right mean if I don't like you or if you offend me or someone I'm with. I drink, I smoke cigarettes, I enjoy meeting new people, although I have high standards for the people I decide to hang out with. I don't deal well with drama, lying, cheating, people who put on an act to make other like them, or people that criticize me because they have different ideals of what I should be or how I should act. Yes, everyone is entitled to his/her own opinions, but don't try to force your religion on me just because I'm Pagan and you don't understand it. 

So I guess what I'm saying is, if you don't like me - how I act, how I dress, how I speak, my way of thinking, my opinions, my friends, the way I live my life or choose to raise my daughter - then it's your loss. I don't associate myself with people who can't love me for me (and I mean everything about  me, not picking and choosing what to like and what to change). This goes for friends, acquaintances, and family.

A Prayer for Good Luck

If you think you can't,

You really must

In God and our soldiers,

Please keep the trust.

To keep us safe,

Day and night,

To stand in front

And faithfully fight.

In the name of freedon

And even love,

I pray for Grace

From the stars above.

That soon one day,

We can live in peace,

When fears subside,

World wards will cease.

With hope shining

From my eyes,

I ask for gifts

With the bright sunrise.

May luck and joy be

With all who know

That what you reap,

Is what you sow.

Written by a loyal supporter of American's Disabled Veterans.

Thoughts in my head on New Year's Eve

It's hard to believe that the year is almost over...Hell, that the DECADE is almost over. So much has happened over this past year that it almost seems surreal that it is almost over. We made history in electing a black President. We lost an important icon in the music industry. 


Personally, I have recently lost someone who, while he wasn't really a close friend, more of an acquaintance, was still someone who touched my life. And I would never wish for anyone, even for my worst enemy, to go through losing a child for any reason. 

There is so much violence and pain in the world and yet so many of us take so many things for granted and treat others like crap, unless it benefits ourselves. There are commercials at all hours of the day and night that beseech us to send money to children in Africa and other Third World countries to feed them, clothe them, give them a place to sleep, yet you never once see commercials about all the children that need help here in the United States. The U.S. is supposed to be the best country to live in. For hundreds of years, people have left their home countries and traveled the dangerous waters of the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans just to come to the U.S. and say, "I'm here in the greatest country in the world, known for it's freedoms, it's acceptance of people who are different" and these people are happy to be here, even if the residents of the U.S. can do nothing more than shoot each other, sell harmful, illegal drugs to each other, say and do harmful things to each other, and treat immigrants, regardless of the person's country of origin, like that person is less than human, like that person doesn't belong here. 


I know most of you have probably heard the expression "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me". Well, that's not true at all. Words are just one of the most harmful things that humans can do to each other, that is not able to be erased. Once the words are spoken, written, or even thought, the words cannot be taken back. And yet, people still seem to go out of their way to speak words to others, whether out of anger, pain, or spite, that can cause more damage than anyone could ever know. 


I'm not sure why I am thinking all of these things on New Year's Eve, but these things have filled my head all day and there are some very valid points involved. Why is it ok to treat someone from a foreign country like he/she is less than human, yet people are so willing to have the U.S. government pull all of our troops out of Iraq and allow a new, possibly worse than before government take over? People in the U.S. are fine with wanting the President to pull troops out of Iraq and the Middle East, yet do they not understand that this course of action was put into play in Desert Storm and look where we ended up 10 years after the fact...right back where we were, because we didn't stay to finish the job. Because the 'bleeding hearts' of America somehow convinced the government to pull our troops from the area. This allowed the Al-Queda to take power and in 10 years, we were right back where we started, fighting the same war that, contrary to U.S. citizen belief, has never ended. 


Sitting here writing this, I begin to think of all the people that I've lost, whether to death or just that person simply walking out of my life as easily as he/she walked in. I have no regrets in life, but there are things that I think about from time to time that make me wonder what the hell is wrong with the world? In 2008, Canada had 11 crimes, during the entire year, that involved guns or violent weapons. In that same year in the United States, there were 11,000. The count in the U.S. does not include domestic violence, school shootings, or anything of that sort, as these crimes are tracked alone. The U.S. newspapers and internet sites and television shows broadcast reports of the violent crimes involving firearms. Canada does not. There is not even a small blurb about a gun crime buried in the middle of the newspaper or internet site. Yet the American public continues to wonder what the country is coming to, what the government is going to do about all the gun crimes, what other countries may think of us. Yet no one, not one of us, has ever stood up and said, 'I'm not going to stand for this. I'm going to find a way to do something about this. I don't want to live in a country where the government, which has enough worries of its own, has to take care of something that the citizens can fix, if only everyone would work together.' 


We want our government to step in and take over the schools that educate our children because we do not feel that the people in charge of educating our children are doing the proper job. Yet not one of us ever steps up and says 'Here's an idea on how to make this better.' We just want the government to come and step in and magickilly take care of every little thing that we don't like. When our children act out in school, we want our government to provide a program to 'fix' our children. What ever happened to parents being held responsible for his/her child's actions? If a child brings a gun to school that belongs to his/her parents, arrest the parents for having the gun within reach of the child. If a child is arrested for being part of a gang that committed a crime, arrest the parents of that child that did not pay enough attention to the child to make sure the child was going to school, was not getting into trouble. When we learn that our child has a learning disability, don't expect the school to provide a special classroom for the child to learn in. Work with the child at home instead of plopping the child in front of the television for hours on end, from the time school lets out until the child goes to bed. Whatever happened to parents wanting to be a part of their child's life, to make sure that the child does the best that he/she can do, learns what is taught in school and taught at home? 


I know it probably sounds like I'm repeating myself, but I just don't understand people. They complain that the government hasn't done this or that, yet they don't try to find a way to try to change it themselves. If you don't like the government, move out of the country. Move to Afghanistan and see how you like it there. Move to Cuba and see how you like it there. Because if you aren't going to do something to help yourself, you are part of the problem, not part of the solution. 

For whatever reason, I can't seem to get through to him. His family tells me that they can tell that he loves me, that he doesn't want to lose me, yet he can't seem to fathom showing me how me feels? How is it that everyone else can see it, yet he can't show it to me? Is there something wrong with me? I love him and I want to be with him, I want to marry him, but with the way things are going, I feel like I'm wasting my time. No one deserves to be treated like this, but I have no where to go. I wish I did, because being told that I'm a bitch, a whore, a cunt, a worthless piece of shit who doesn't know anything and can't understand anything is not a place where I want to be. And yet he doesn't understand that. 

He has told me that he loves me and doesn't want to lose me and that he says those things when he's pissed simply because he's trying to hurt me, not because he believes them to be true. Well, I'm sorry but I can't be with someone who tries to hurt me with words. You can't take those back, no matter how hard you try. Once you ring that bell, it cannot be un-rung.

You know, I feel like such a fool, staying here with him when I know that I'm not wanted. If I had somewhere to go, I would have left a long time ago. For all the 'friends' that I have on Facebook and MySpace and Yahoo, there is not one of them that would be able or willing to take me on as a roommate. I know my sister would, but she's four hours away and I have no car to come down to see my daughter. Whatever did I do to become so screwed in life? 

Am I really supposed to be treated this way, was I destined to be miserable with someone that hates me for the rest of my life? Am I supposed to be treated so my thirst for knowledge is a bad thing, that my love of sports is 'too much like a man', that I am less than a woman because I can do most of the things that a man can do? Am I supposed to play the 'damsel in distress' in order to 'find' a man that will love me for me, not try to change me, not treat me like I am worthless, tell me that I am beautiful at random times, not just when he wants to have sex. I don't even know what it's like to have someone like that or what it's like to 'make love', instead of just the act of sex. 

I have no idea what I need or what I want or why I am still here or even if I should leave or try to ride things out and hope things get better. I want to be with him, more than I have ever wanted to be with someone. But do I really want to be with someone that treats me like a piece of property that needs to be controlled? Do I really want to be with him, or am I here because I needed to get out of Dad's? Do I love him for who he is, or for who I want him to be? I know that people never change unless they want to change, and that they cannot be forced into changing, but I just can't see why he does not see what he is doing to me.

He is pushing me away and I have no idea to get back to him. I feel like he has pushed me away so far that he will never be able to get me back, not like it was when we first met. I don't even know if I can trust him, not after all the horrible things that he has said to me, the names he has called me, all the times he has apologized for what he has done, yet continues to do. I have no idea what I am supposed to do. He keeps breaking up with me, telling me that he has never wanted me, never loved me, yet the next day or a few hours later, he acts like everything is fine and we are back together. I hate when he does that. I have a personal rule: When I break up with someone or they break up with me, I do not get back with them. I did that with Jake and all that got me was more pain. Yet I find myself doing the same thing with him, simply because I have no where to go and no one to come 'rescue' me from my situation. 

I want to be with him, but I cannot think of legitimate reasons why I want to be with him, why I love him. All I get from him is more and more heartache and pain. Like I said before many times, have the Gods and Goddesses decided that I did something horrible, despicable in a past life that forced them to decide to punish me in this life? Or am I really just not able to be in a relationship with anyone that will treat me right? Is there something in me that just causes me not to be able to get along with a man longer than a few months? Do I really have that abrasive of a personality that no one can stand to be with me longer than that, that every man sees me as 'one of the guys' or just a one-night stand? What did I do to deserve to be treated this way? 

All I want is to have someone love me for me, and enjoy the simple, little things in life. I don't need the material things, going out to dinner all the time, the man spending money on me, in order for me to feel loved and wanted. Maybe I am just trying to live in a make-believe world, that a man like that does not actually exist except in romance novels and cheap magazines that housewives read while eating bon-bons. Maybe I am asking for too much from a man, asking for more than men are able and/or willing to give. Or maybe I really am destined to be either miserable alone or miserable with someone that hates me. 

But now that I have complained, yet again, about him and I know that nothing will change, I will end this and go to bed, as it is 3AM here.

Just a few thoughts on my life...

Sadly, there are only a few people that have stood with me through it all, the good times and the bad. Those of you who have stood by me know exactly who you are. To all the others, this one's for you. 

Fuck you and the fucking horse you rode in on! I'm done trying to pacify you because all it does is make my life a total, living hell.

So, now that I have taken that moment to get my thoughts out on the perverbial table, I would like to explain why I feel this way. I have been through abuse in my childhood that hardly anyone knows about because it is still too fucking hard for me to relive. I have been through boyfriends that have tried, and succeeded, to beat me down in any way possible. I have been through a teen pregnancy, where most of my friends decided that I was no longer "acceptable" as a viable part of their "circle". I have been through my mother trying to make herself feel better by making me feel useless and unimportant. I have been through people ~ family, friends, and otherwise ~ telling me that I am a horrible mother because I didn't "do what they would have done".  I have been through boyfriends that cheated and lied and wanted more than I was willing to give. I have been through hell and back, and yet here I am, still surviving, still thriving, no matter what you people try to do to keep me down. I will rise above.

I am sick and fucking tired of people telling me that I "shouldn't feel the way" I do, because these people have no idea what the hell I've been through, what I've done and how long I have struggled to get where I am today, no thanks to you mother-fuckers that tried everything in your power to keep me down. I have done things that are not "mainstream" in today's culture, but I don't give a flying you-know-what. I am the furthest thing from "mainstream". Whoever decided on what is "normal", "mainstream", or "acceptable" sure didn't understand that no one is the same as everyone else. To put it in the words of Gretchen Wilson, I am politically un-correct. And I'm damn proud of that fact. I am so sick of people telling me that I can't make comments about black or mexican people, because it isn't "politically correct". Well, I don't care. Blacks can call white people "cracker", so why can't we call them "niggers"? Why can't I make comments about blacks and spics being on welfare because they can't keep their legs closed long enough to actually hold down a job (I know, it's never gonna happen) to pay for the kids they already have? Why do I have to cow-tow to what someone else deems as being "the correct way to refer to different races"? 

I'm not a racist person. Ask anyone that knows me well. I just call things how I see them, and that gets on people's nerves. I'm not going to sugar-coat things, just to make other people comfortable. Not after all that I have been through. I have always been a smartass, been someone that does not deal well with drama, bullshit, lies, fake people, and people who try to pacify others. Life is too damn short to spend it trying to make others happy, while leaving yourself for last. I have put too many people above me, and I'm done with it. From now on, I'm going to do what benefits me, what is good for me, what I want to do, regardless of what other people think about me. I'm done trying to make everyone else happy, while I lie in bed at night crying myself to sleep because my true self, my true personality has been kept locked up for so long. 

There was a time, a long time, when I kept my true self, my true personality to myself and didn't let anyone see me for who I really am. But I am done with that now. I can no longer let people push me around, walk all over me for their benefit, while I sit here, wondering why the hell I didn't speak up. 

So to all the people that have stood by me, helping me with whatever they can, even just a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk off, thank you. You will never know how thankful I am that you were there.  Even the little things, the seemingly insignificant things, that you may not have even been aware that you were doing to help me, believe me, I would not be here if it were not for you. There have been so many times when I thought about taking my own life, but you have helped me through the hard times, the bad times when I felt like saying "fuck the world, I'm outta here!" I truly hope that you all believe me when I say that you have helped me in more ways than you will probably ever know and for that, I am forever grateful. I would not be who I am today without you.     

I wish I could snap my fingers and make it all go away....

I wish that there was some way to make things better. The closer the important date gets, the more and more anxious and jittery I feel. I can't seem to forget thinking about it, just like in the beginning. I almost feel like I'm pushing him away because I'm so terrified about what is going to happen in a few weeks, even though I try as hard as I can not to. I'm so scared of losing him, of having to re-live earlier dates when all the "information" was being recorded, of trying to keep my cool long enough to actually be able to help him through all this, because I know that he can't go through all this alone. It's just too much. 

I wish I had someone that could come here and stay with both of us, in case one of us isn't able to keep the other from losing our heads. I can't trust anyone in my family to be able to do it, because I know that all they will do is try to get me to leave, and I can't do that. And I don't think any of my close friends that know about what is going on are willing to drop their lives to come here for however many days this how thing will take.I don't know. I just feel so alone most of the time, knowing that I can't talk to him about it because he's thinking about it too much as it is, and I can't talk to my family about it because they just think whatever they want to think, regardless of what really happened or who he really is. 

I feel like I'm in a bad novel. Like I'm the main female character who is facing a huge event in her life with no one to talk to. I just want all of this to be over so we can go on making a life for ourselves and our family. I want my daughter back. I want his son back here with us where he belongs. I want people to stop making assumptions about someone they don't even know. But most of all, I want our life back. It has been almost a year since all of this started and I just want it to end. I'm tired of dealing with all of it. Especially since today I got a lovely subpoena from the other side, telling me that they need me in court on a certain day. There's no way in hell that I am going to be there for the other side. They can try to get me to do it, they can threaten me with jail time, fines, anything they want, but it's not going to happen. They are morons to even try. 

I feel myself drifting further and further away from him but I can't seem to stop it. As the day gets closer and closer, it's always on my mind. I can't sleep because I can't stop thinking about it. I can't get my work done because I get distracted by some small thing that reminds me of it. 

I just get the feeling like this is never going to end, that it will get postponed like it did however many times before. I have this feeling like the other side wants me there for them because they want to try to use my words against me. They just haven't taken into account how smart I really am, how well I am able to catch when someone asks me the same question using a different wording. I want to send them a letter, telling them that they are morons and that there is no way in hell that I'd ever do what they wanted, and if it wasn't for the fact that I know damn well nothing happened, I wouldn't even be here. I know a lot of females stay by their man when something happens, but I'm not that way. If you do something wrong, then I'm gone. I don't want to be associated with anything involved with it. But I know for a fact that nothing happened, and I'm going to be there when the decision comes down and makes the other two people involved look like the damn fools they are. 

I can't even begin to think of what would happen if (and this is a BIG if) things don't go the way we think/hope/wish/almost know with certainty. I can't. I want to....have to....stay positive, because if I start to think negative, I am afraid it will have an affect on the outcome and I know it would have an affect on him. And he doesn't need me making him any more nervous than he already is. We both just want all this crap over so we can move on. We want the truth to come out so everyone knows that the two other people were wrong, so that everything will be over, so we can move on. That's all we want...for the truth to come out so we can move on and start forgetting about all this that has happened over the last year.