Come Hop With Me on This Easter Weekend!

Hello, friends!! I hope your week has been a good one. It's the weekend, so you know what that means, don't you? It's time to link up with For The Love Of Blogs and have some fun with their blog carnival, Weekend Wander.



For The Love Of Blogs is a wonderful community. Everyone is supportive, kind, helpful and social.

Yesterday wasn't the best of days for me as far as Twitter goes. To find out what happened, READ THIS POST.

Now, after (or before) you decide to go read about the Twitter-twat-waffle, LINK UP with me and also be sure to go check out FTLOB and their Weekend Wander posts.

Come Hop With Me!!

I'm feeling a little froggy this morning! This is the Weekend Wander post where we can hop on over to the Weekend Wander, hosted by For The Love Of Blogs. Just click on their button below, and you will go directly to jail their blog.



But before you do that, be sure to link up HERE with me. Just be sure to follow the directions that I have set forth in regards to posting your link here with me.

Have a fantabulous weekend...And if all goes well, I may do ANOTHER hop midweek. And MAYBE with NO RULES attached (except for the "follow me" thing, seeing as it IS aggravating AND in all honesty rude, and even shows you do NOT care to read other's pages).

Stupid Ex! Try Playing Me Again, Fool.

I swear, there are days that I wish the man would fall in to a fiery pit.

This is definitely one of those days, too.

We've been separated for almost eleven years and divorced for ten (papers arrived in my hands via mail on my birthday of 2000). My oldest child is the child from our marriage. And the ONLY good and positive thing that came from our hellish bond of matrimony.

This morning, my cell was on our night stand in my bedroom. After two calls that were about fifteen minutes apart, my husband brought my phone to me and I called back, thinking that Hayley needed me for something.

So, I called, and her father picks up. I asked if everything was okay, and this is when he proceeds to claim that our daughter wanted to ask me something. I was already prepared to say no, seeing as she has now had four straight weekends, plus two of them being connected by a full week over at his home,it was time for her to come home and stay home.

The only reason she is there this weekend is that for technical and legal reasons, this is his visitation weekend.

After getting her on the phone, I asked her what the question she wanted to ask me was, being that her dad said SHE wanted to ask me "something". Then a pause came and she then says she doesn't know what I'm speaking of and wanted to ask me nothing. So, I told her to put her dad on the line.

I told him that she had NO idea what I was talking about and that if HE has something to ask me, then do so HIMSELF.

Sure enough it was to see if she could stay a "few extra days". NOPE! Right off the bat. I told him she has to come home and spend time with her brother and sister.

It seems the more he realizes I see through his manipulations, the using of my kid that we share and his schemes, the more slick he tries to become.

And honestly, I think this is the lowest form of manipulation. The intentional placement of your child in the middle of their two parents as to hopefully gain what YOU want, not what the CHILD wants.

First it was automatically (without notice or permission) showing up at MY home to pick up or drop Hayley off (which is AGAINST court order, seeing as BOTH parties did NOT agree).

Then, it was wanting to get her "here and there" to take her to the movies. That now started becoming an every-other-week thing (on his 'off' weekends). I stopped letting it be a habit a few weeks ago.

Now, he is going to use our daughter as a scape goat and bold face LIE to me, as he uses her? I do not think so! That ends right here, right NOW.

He's playing with fire. And I can bet you 100%, the man WILL get burned. I know the crap he can be possible of. He can try to screw with me all he wants to.

But I REFUSE, flat out, to let him use my daughter and force her in to the middle.

Then again, I'm sure in her own way, she is starting to see what her "Sperm Donor" is REALLY like.

Come Hop With Me On New Years!

It's a new year and a new weekend. First of all...

Do you make resolutions? What are they??

Personally, I don't. Because I don't need to lose weight, I live a pretty peaceful life, generally we are financially stable (excluding medical bills). And I know that I won't keep any resolutions that I make.

Now, as usual, it's Weekend Wandering with For The Love Blogs. So be sure to get with them and join the community if you have yet to do so and add your button to their hop.



BUT!! Before you do so, be sure to also ADD YOUR LINK to my link up tool (below).

Just please remember if you participate in MY hop...The *ONLY* stipulation I have is to please LEAVE A *GENUINE* COMMENT here on my page to show that you have read it. Not a copy/paste thing or a "I followed you/follow me back" comment... I am okay with people stating if they came from another blog hop and found me. But I don't play the "followed you/follow me back" game.

**If you cannot abide by that one simple rule for linking on my page, I wish for you to NOT link it at all, nor even leave a COMMENT on my page.

If *anyone* is caught breaking the rules for MY BLOG PAGE and the way I wish to run MY blog hop/link up, then the comment and/or blog link and button will be DELETED.

Now leave your link here, and then get hopping over to FTLOB (via their button) and join in the community and the fun!

Let's Wander Around a bit!

If you have yet to do so, I highly suggest you hop on over to For The Love Of Blogs. It is a (beyond) wonderful community of fellow bloggers from around the world, where we can come together and support one another, read one another's work, make new friends and get exposure for ourselves as well.

Better yet? You do *NOT* have to be a blogger to join their site! You can join just to be able to read other's pages, add them to your list of reads and join in communicating with others.

So, I encourage you to go and check out the...





But first, please feel free to add YOUR blog link here to this link-up tool (below) before you leave me.

The *ONLY* stipulation I have is to please LEAVE A *GENUINE* COMMENT here on my page to show that you have read it. Not a copy/paste thing or a "I followed you/follow me back" comment... I am okay with people stating if they came from another blog hop and found me. But I don't play the "followed you/follow me back" game.

**If you cannot abide by that one simple rule for linking on my page, I wish for you to NOT link it at all. I hope you understand. Thanks...

SPD (sensory processing disorder) ....Weekend Warriors w/Adoption of Jane

This week's question from Tracie is...

Do you, your child, or family member have SPD (sensory processing disorder) issues?
What is a day in your life like?

As a matter of fact, yes Bryce does indeed have SPD. Though I don't normally talk about that part of his problems. Why, I can't say.

It has to primarily do with sounds for him. He gets 'overloaded' easily with audio environments.

The sounds he cannot stand, we can deal with. Such as a vacuum. Or a siren from a fire engine or police car. Or it could be one of his sisters screaming and yelling (with their high-pitched voices). Even at times, the TOILET seems to be too much.

Also, especially as of late, I have noticed Bryce having problems with certain food textures. He isn't in to things that have even a mild amount of lumps. And things that are too 'gooey' like puddings.

There are days where it seems like I can't go anywhere without Bryce complaining about noises. Especially decently loud ones. I can't take him to concerts, or to where there is a largely loud crowd. He gets too over stimulated.

When over-stimulation happens, be it loud noises, too many foods he can't stand (due to the textures aspect) or even a combination, Bryce can start having a severe fit because he can't control his environment, or he just shuts down and "hides away" from himself and everyone around him.

For me, as his mother, it can be quite troubling to watch and have to help him deal. But also, I am trying to teach him that not everything and everyone can, let alone WILL revolve around his world. At times, he MUST revolve around other people's world and the world at large.

There are times people (strangers) will see this unfold, and of course I get the stares, the head shakes and once in a while, someone will be bold enough to TELL ME that I need to better correct "the boy" and "be the parent, not the friend", being that he just seems to be displaying a spoiled, childish 'act for attention and to get his way'.

Most, if not ALL of Bryce's disabilities can be, and are mistaken for (at times) normal, childish, bratty attention-seeking misbehavior. What I can say is that yes, SOMETIMES, that is exactly what it is. But when he gets that bad, I can honestly say that it is NOT the case. That my son CANNOT help it. And that it is the SPD displaying its self.

There are times that I wish I could tie people to a chair, that think that they know *MY* child better than I do, and feel that they are the EXPERT in parenting a special needs child, and FORCE them to listen to loud things like the consistent thumping of loud music, sirens that don't seem to stop, loud horns honking left and right, and shove food in their mouth that tastes like they are eating half-dried mud cake....

And listening to everything AT ONE TIME as they are forced to chew on stuff that they can't stand having in their mouth.

I have been laxed on posting. And that's fine with me.

Reason being, my family (as in all three kids and the husband) were all together for the entire weekend. Well, if you don't count Friday night's stay for Hayley at a cousin's house. But to have all three of my kids, myself, and Scott home together under one roof is a rare treat.

Especially being that on average, Scott works on the weekends. Primarily on Friday and Saturday. And Hayley has to go and do full weekend visitation with her biological father every other weekend.

Add in that at practically any moment now I could get the call, we are awaiting the arrival of my new Great-Niece, Kiarra Sage. My niece is in labor as of yesterday and that baby could finally decide to drop and plop any time.

Life (real life that is) is more important at times than the Blogosphere or Facebook, or even MySpace. And sometimes, we have to take a step back and live in the moment of having the people we love around us. Not be on here blogging til our fingers fall off.

This past weekend, as I earlier said, my oldest Hayley went and spent the night at a cousin's home. On Saturday, we took the kids, the said cousin, my brother-in-law, his son and ourselves to the movies. Some of us had watched "Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs". Some of us then also watched "Astro Boy".

On Sunday, after taking my brother-in-law and nephew home, my family and I went and had a wonderful drive through the country side. And we also stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken for a bite (and to pee REALLY badly).

Over all it was a really nice weekend. It was good to get out and do something 'simple' as a family. To have some fun and some togetherness. Not worry about blogging or anything else that was trivial compared to my kids and I (and the hubby) having a great time making lasting memories for them to later takl about with us when they are grown.

It's time for....Wacky Wednesday!!

Why oh why! Why must Wednesday always end up feeling more like a Monday?

Are the planets that out of alignment, that the gods play tricks on us by switching Monday to Wednesday? Makes you wonder. Okay... It makes ME wonder.

Today is already starting out to be wacky. And it is yet to be even nine o'clock. 

Sure it started out good. All three kids got up and dressed for school in a timely fashion (down fall number one really). All three ate their breakfast with no hesitation or argument (downfall number two). And Skyler ran behind when it came to getting on her shoes, jacket, and backpack (downfall number three that did the rest of the day in).

Now, I don't get to go in to the school to volunteer today. There are a couple of things that are wacked out of alignment to do so.

One, it's raining cats, dogs and gerbils outside. This Mama don't play in the rain anymore. When she does, she gets S-I-C-K! Even with the umbrella. Yes...My karma/luck sucks that bad!

Two, I get to have a 'lovely' conversation later this morning via phone with Social Security for our 'every-six-month-tell-you-the-same-as-six-months-before' Financial Review. Hey, at least it's over the phone, right?!

Although, there is that pesky problem of jipping my kid out of over two hundred dollars because some lame brain that has no clue how to do math (at least estimates) went and said my husband POSSIBLY made waaaaay over a certain amount in several different months. Even when I know for a fact that no overtime was earned.

So, with that said, me and Math Magician Mike are going to have a nice talk about his lack of math skills. You have to love the Government when it comes from stealing from your kid's SSI and waiting to tell you at the last minute of their dastardly plan, after waiting for OVER A YEAR to come to the conclusion that they have been so-called over paying my son, based on his father's pay (which is NO WHERE near their 'estimates').

Well, that is all about what is going on with my Wacky Wednesday. How about yours?

Friday Fluff

Hello readers! I hope that you are having a great kick start to your Friday morning, and to your weekend.

My great start has ran out of gas apparently. Starting this morning of all the days. Monday, all the way through until Thursday, it has been the parent's dream of getting three kids and a husband off to school and work (respectively in that order).

Damn! Of all the days for the ride to end. It had to be this one. And to top it off? I'll give you three guess, and the first two won't count.

What?!?! What do you mean your brain is too combobulated to guess?! It's not even Friday night yet. So don't be hitting up the "Gin n' Juice" quite yet my friends.

Okay...I will tell you. No guessing games today.

My stupid cell phone is missing. Again. I swear! It gets lost more times a week than the times per week I get any loving. Sad. If I had a quarter (inflation, people!) for every time I have had to ask the little people in my house "where is Mama's phone at, and who had it last" (usually Bryce), I would be so rich, I could afford to buy the Verizon guy and pay him to follow me around asking "is your phone still with you?".

So ladies and gentlemen, here is to a better ending to my Friday, and a better start to my weekend... And I hope your's will turn out to be pretty spiffy as well.