Never Make the Same Mistake Twice!

 I know it has been a minute since I made a post, but preparing for my Baby Girls first Christmas really got the best of me.  Everyone kept telling me not to go all out for her on Christmas because she is too young to know what is going on...well let me tell you...'They were WRONG!"  My Little Princess was well aware of everything that was going on; she did not know which toy to play with first.  She was from toy to toy; and the paper...oh my goodness did she love the paper! But on another note..my Christmas was horrible!  Again my husband got it all wrong.  Now I asked for a couple of high price items...but hell I think I am worth it...I mean I did just give birth to his child.  But do you wanna know what he got me instead....do you really wanna know??? some damn slippers and some perfume!!!are you freaking serious???? Yes ya'll he got me f***ing bent!  When I asked him "what the hell is this sh*t."  He gone tell me that I can order my machine after Christmas because it might be on even more sale.  Ya'll it took everything in the world for me not to go the f*** off.  I was upset because I just knew that this time he would get it right, but no...he continues to get it wrong.  Now I know that I married the cheapest man in the world; but damn ya'll, something gotta give! When I told my best friend about it she asked me what was I going to do, her asking me that question gave me the power that I needed to do what I gotta do. You see first of all I never truly counted on him getting me what I wanted, but hell, I did think that this year he would do a lil better than what he has done in the past.

So after I gathered my thoughts and pulled myself together, I had a long talk with myself and said "self remember the rules of life"

RULE #1  Never Make the Same Mistake Twice

RULE #2  Never Make the Same Mistake Twice

RULE #3 NEVER EVER MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE

RULE #4 When throwed off your rocker, dust yourself off and get back on

RULE #5  Reposition and Refocus and stay focused on YOUR prize

RULE #6 NEVER EVER EVER EVER MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE TWICE!

Therefore,

I am going to set my site on doing what I do best which is writing and exercising (running)! I am going to write more about my life (journaling) and I am going to train for a 10K.  Maybe I will run in the Breast Cancer Race for the Cure.

So nope, I am not mad at my Jackass Husband (not anymore that is.)  And because my dumb ass have made this same mistake more than twice I vow to never make it again.  I will never ever ever ever expect anything else from him and I will continue to depend on myself to supply all my wants.

Here in the future I may be hitting ya'll up to sponsor me in "The Race for the Cure"  

    

I Owe Uncle SAM...Are You Serious

Why in the hell can't nobody do their job "right" anymore? After being on leave (off work) for a week I return back only to read this e-mail from finance:

This is a Notification of Indebtedness on your record due to overpayment of your Leave Taken, causing a debt on your record of $176.80  Please read and select one of the three options for closing out this debt.                                                

Your first option is to pay one lump sum by Dec 30th to the cashier's cage here in finance, bldg 977. You need to sign into customer service on the ground floor to complete necessary paperwork, before going to the cage.   The cashier cage hours of operation are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday 0930-1100. These are the only times you can pay this debt by cash, check or money order. Please note that we are unable to accept $50/$100 notes at the cashier's cage.  I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause...(continues)

So you know I picked up the phone to call and see just what the hell was going on.  After being on hold for 10 minutes the individual came back and told me it was because I took more than 30 days of leave and that I don't get paid COLA (an overseas living allowance) if I am on leave for more than 30 days.  Of course my response was "no hell I wasn't".  So she gone quote me the days that I was on leave as if she was proving me wrong...

After "Miss KNOWitall" quoted me the days, I told her that I was on maturity leave. And this chick said "ok, but it was still more than 30 days". "So now you are charging me money to have a baby???...please put your supervisor on the phone" I responded. 

I had to talk to three people before they understood what I was saying (are you f***'n kidding me???). If that was not  good enough, they called me back to tell me to call and talk with someone else so that my paper work can be fixed. So I did, only to get a freaking answering machine...

As of now I apparently owe $176.00 to Uncle SAM for having my baby. Oh mind you...I had my baby 6 mths ago.   

My paper work was processed as ordinary leave instead of maternity leave, and until my paperwork is corrected I owe the government. All because people don't know how to do their damn job...correctly!  

Gotta love Uncle SAM and his EMPLOYEES!

This Baby Gotta Go!

Yesterday morning me and my little princess had it out! I mean she was screaming at me at the top her lungs for whateva reason...so damn loud that I put her out!!! Yes I did, before I knew it I though I was arguing with my husband or another grown person. The more I said "calm down baby...mommy is right  here" the angrier she got.  She wasn't crying, she was just whining.  You see she is in that stage now to where she constantly wants me near her, and I am sorry, I got stuff to do. And with her fussing at me and me thinking about everything that needed to be done before I knew it I told her

 " If you are so damn unhappy here you can leave...you can take all your shit and go find you another Mommy if you think she is going to treat you better!"

And then I took a step back and said "all damn...she is a baby I can't cuss her out" But it sure felt good to get those words off of my chest!

I am sure some of you have thought about cussing out or putting out your baby before. The only difference between me and you is that I actually said it to my baby!  And you know what, she calmed her
lil butt down too...hell she probably thought I was crazy!

Even though she is a hell raiser I love my little Angel:D

The Hell With A Tittie

Yesterday my baby swore off nursing…I can’t believe it! 

So here I am sitting on the couch hold my Ziggy and preparing to nurse her after a long day at work.  And when I went to unlatch my bra she started C.R.Y.I.N.G!  Screaming at the top of her lungs!  "Oh my goodness what is wrong;" is what I was thinking.  I tried and I tried to put my tit in her mouth and she was not hearing it!  I tried calming her down and filling her mouth with my goodies again…nope…not having it!  We danced to this beat for over 30 minutes.  Finally I went to the fridge and got her a bottle.  This baby was all smiles and talking (blah, blah, blah) like nothing had even happened!  "Ziggy…are you f***’n serious???" Was all I could say.

Later on that night I tried again to give her my goodies and she was fighting me like she was a grown ass baby, she was acting like  "what in the hell are you doing???  You know I don’t want that shit…where is my bottle???"

So like the punk Mommy I am, I went down stairs and got her a bottle.  It kinda reminded me of Bernie Mac’s Kings of Comedy Show “I want so milk and cookies”. 

These kids are off the chain!

This little girl is so serious about her bottle that she trying to hold it…it puts me in the mind of Trina (the female rapper) cause I’m  “The baddest B*tcH”  My Ziggy is the baddest BABY!

I love my  Ziggy though!

My Jackass Husband

Can somebody tell me how is it that a couple can have an argument, and I do mean an argument and then turn around and make love? Now I know that makeup sex is suppose to be the best sex…but that shit is crazy! Let me tell you something, after I done cursed your ass out and you done cursed me out the last thing I want is you crawling on top of me.  Do you hear me???

Exactly…you following me right, my husband and I had one of the most heated arguments that we have had in awhile. I mean this man told me that he was finished with me and that I was free to go and find the next man…oh and every other word was “f**k this and f**k that. Now don’t get it twisted…I told him the same thang...plus! And then in less than 24 hrs he wants to have SEX…dude are you serious??? Now my first thought was to tell him to go and jump in the river, but I didn’t. I put on my cowgirl boots and saddled in for the ride.

How many of you have done the same?  Because I know I am not the only one.

When I was younger I would use sex to beg for forgiveness from my husband, but now, now I am almost 40 years grown and been with this man for almost 15 years; BEGGING for forgiveness after calling my husband a jackass is not happening…you know why??? Because he is a jackass!!! And anybody that knows us knows that he is a jackass.

Even though he is a jackass he is my jackass and I love his jackass:D

 



Who's Blue Socks are These???

Since having my Precious Baby Girl I have experienced postpartum depression and everything else that equates to me losing my mind.  I have felt fat and unattractive to my husband. So unattractive that I thought that my husband was cheating on me and bringing the other women’s socks to my house or either she had left her socks in my house one…either way extra socks that ain’t mine keeps popping up.

So let me tell you the story…

It all started one Sunday afternoon while I was folding laundry.  I came across a pair of small white socks and I put them with my husband’s stuff; only for him to say “those socks ain’t mine.”  So I said “they ain’t mine either.”  Then after about a 45 second pause he goes to say “oh they must be those socks that I bought that was too small.”  I just listened and didn’t respond, all the while thinking…does this man got some other woman’s socks in my house???

Ok, fast-forward two weeks, Again I was folding laundry and I noticed a pair of “blue” ASICS running socks in the laundry.  So I asked my husband where he had gotten his “blue” ASICS running socks from; because I wanted to buy me a pair.  And he told me that they were not his…again.  So now I am mad and cussing because if the socks ain’t his and they ain’t mine well then damned they belong to somebody.  I mean I was mad as hell.  I just knew he was cheating and I couldn’t catch him.

Ok, fast-forward five days. On Friday morning I was getting ready to go to Squadron PT (physical training) And I was looking for my white ASICS running socks and I could not find them anywhere.  And After PT it donned on me that my husband had washed my white ASICS running socks with the colored clothes and those “blue” ASICS running socks were mine all alone.

Even though I was relieved of the thought about him cheating I was still mad because now he done f~d'up my only pair of all white running socks.  

SHITTY Baby of Mine

My husband’s really good friend came in to town this weekend; his plane broke down here in England so we had the pleasure of entertaining him.  And my little Ziggy got so excited about meeting her Uncle Wayne; so excited that she gave me the nastiest shitty diaper ever know to mankind.  And when I say nasty I am talking about N.A.S.T.Y! 

 I mean it was difficult for me to believe that this little 2 month old baby had taken such a dump.  She was so nasty that baby wipes were not even an option.  I had to take down the shower hose and spray her down before I could even give her a bath.  And when I say the shower water was orange I mean it was O.R.A.N.G.E!   I was totally amazed! 

Nope… she wasn’t sick nor had diarrhea, she just had something serous going on up in that pamper.  It was so awful that I had to take a shower after I finished bathing her I had to throw her cute purple and white onesie.

And yes…she was laughing and giggling the whole time.

 I wrote in her baby book “Today Ziggy took her first shower at 2 months old”