Birthday trip

This past weekend my husband, toddler and I went to Branson MO for my birthday trip. We were staying in a hotel that we would never have gone too if the trip wasn't "free" we only paid 109 for 2 nights and 3 days. All we had to do is go to a presentation for a resort. But I'm getting off of the subject. We had never been to that part of Branson (the slummy part). The hotel was a nightmare. They claimed to have free WiFi but you could only get it on the 5th floor, the lobby, the pool and the breakfast area. We had no view well we did but it sucked ass. We could see the trash can, old chairs, and tanks. We did however find stores that we had never seen before. We went for a hike and discovered that the main drag wasn't the only thing in Branson to do. We had such a great time that we want to take the whole family back to Table Rock lake to boat and spend time there.

To the "Perfect Parents"

To the "Perfect Parents" how in the hell did you raise your children? I mean seriously you must have been an ass-hat to run them oh wait I mean get them to move out at 18. Actually after high school....did you lock them in the basement? Make them watch Little House on the Prairie? Ever get tired of being a hard ass? Did you ever stop & watch your children grow up? I did my children are monsters but you know what they are mine. They've been through more in their lives by the age of 13 & 11 then you will. They have been dirt poor, went without, watched their father get sick & die. And you know what they are stronger then your little darlings. They know how to change the oil in their cars & their tires also. So what if my son hasn't figured out what the hell he's going to do now that he's finished school or the fact that my teenaged daughter thinks that she rules the house. They both know not to piss mom or their baby sister off. So while you are sitting in your big ole house waiting for them to give you grandchildren just think they might have stayed closer if you weren't so damn "Perfect".

Reflections

Sitting here waiting for the old people come for crafts I've been doing reflections on my life. I've been poor and homeless more times then I like to count. I never had a home of my own until I met my husband. I lived with my mom & whatever boyfriend she had. I moved in with my dad with my 1st husband and our kids. I lived there for 14 years. Once my 1st husband died I found my true love. Different story. But I've worked, I've been unemployed, I've been a mom, a sister and a caretaker for as long as I remember. I've suffered from migraines most of my life. I've been beaten, battered, bruised & raped but all of that has made me stronger. I love looking back to see what has changed.

Sitting here

I am just sitting here. Thinking, hoping, praying that something works for me and my family. I have yet another doctors appointment coming up. We are both sick and tired of hearing the same shit every time. I'm tired of just sitting here. I can't work a job with my migraines, a toddler and no sitter. I am trying to sell Jamberry Nails & 31 bags that's working wonderfully...some months are awesome some suck like the past 2 months. My husband is trying to get a job but that's going no where fast so we are just sitting here. We've talked about moving back to Alaska but we have no home there. Neither one of us want to be there where my memories are bad and where his ex-wife is. I was told to try writing but I don't know if that will help me at all. I don't know where to start so I can make money. It sucks being me just sitting here worrying about money, the kids, and my birthday...