About Me … About Us

Karma … Kismet, Serendipity, Fate, Destiny.

Karma Kissed Me. I can’t say that I’ve enjoyed every bit of it, but I’ve gotten what I’ve put in. I’ve made some horrible mistakes in my life, and I’ve suffered heartache for it. I’ve also done some wonderful things, and I am blessed with my family. I’ve been kissed by Karma … all my life … it wasn’t always a sweet kiss, but it was always deserved.

I am a proud & usually disheveled Mom. Mother to 3 girls & 2 boys. FIVE kids?!?! Wife to an incredibly caring & hard working man who drives me absolutely crazy some days and others I can’t figure out how I got so lucky. He’s stepdad to my 2 eldest, Daddy to my stepson and to my brand new twin girls. These days my entire world seems to revolve around the girls for the most part. It’s what consumes my entire day (& night for that matter) I guess it would be crazy if my world didn’t revolve around them.

I’m a proud mom, but I’m not June Cleaver or Clair Huxtable nor anything even close. I don’t coach my kid’s soccer team, I’m not even the team mom … in fact, I talked my kids out of playing soccer because the league had the “there are no losers – we don’t keep score – everybody wins – we don’t teach skills” attitude. I’ve never been to a PTA meeting & I’ve never baked cookies for the bake sale. I don’t call the school to complain when the band teacher sends my daughter outside to march in 35 degree weather without a coat … why? I’m sure they got calls from 50 other parents – if it doesn’t fix itself, I’ll bitch next time. I tried volunteering for the kids’ school and realized I just don’t fit in. Even at sporting events or sleepovers, I’m the odd mom out. All the other moms are older, more sophisticated, more educated, more rich, more … fake. If they greet me at all, it’s with a half ass smile as if to tell me, ‘I’m not sure why my child chooses to be friends with your child’. They will then usually turn to talk to another parent about the last whatever-it-was meeting they went to together. I am Mama Bear. I don’t need the approval of other moms, I’ll continue raising my kids the way I have been and hope they eventually turn into productive additions to society. Ones that don’t need me to wash their underwear on the weekends or live at home when they’re 30.

I never list anything as hobbies, religion or political affiliation … hobbies elude me (who has TIME for hobbies??), I’m 36 and still not sure where I stand on religion (Is there really a God?), and politics are usually too complicated for my feeble mind to care about – and I despise politicians (and pretty much ANYONE who only cares about me when it benefits themselves.)

I gawk & oogle at crafty things, but I don’t have the talent, the time to do them or the patience to learn them. This is why the God I’m not sure exists created Etsy. I adore handmade dresses, but the only useful thing I’ve ever sewn were basic flannel blankets for the kids. Oh, I did manage to make a bag/purse once by following a pattern … it turned out “ok”, but was completely useless because of it’s size. As I type this, I’m thinking I should see if I still have it somewhere – it may make a decent diaper bag! Which also reminds me, I think I bought some dragonfly fabric & promised to make my mother one 4 years ago … hmmm.

I enjoy camping, but no longer tent/sleeping bag on the ground camping. We bought a pop-up camper a couple years ago & haven’t been able to use it nearly as much as I’d like … and now, with the addition of the twins, it’s going to be too small for our basketball team anyway.

I enjoy cooking, but no matter how long I keep at it, I’ll still pretty much fall in the ‘beginner’ category. Anything more than that is too complicated and time consuming. I enjoy baking more, but also hate the cleanup more – also a beginner. I discovered last night, while clearing a spot in the cabinet for bottles, that I own TWO – not one, but TWO – flour sifters. I’ve never used either one of them, I think one came from my grandmother & the other came with the husband. If the recipe requires me to sift flour, then it’s probably too time consuming for me. I have the palate of a 2nd grader, anything weird or out of the ordinary will surely be disgusting in my mouth. You’ll never catch me even in the parking lot of a restaurant that serves caviar or escargot.

My daughter, MonkeyFace, is 13 years old. She’s mature for her age, as well as immature for her age … she’s bitchy, bossy, a smart ass at times and extremely emotional MOST of the time. She’s also very funny, loving, grateful, caring, and responsible. She’s my first born, my eternal baby girl, the child who introduced me to motherhood … that feeling of loving someone more than life itself, even when you’re struggling to keep yourself from strangling them. She’s had a few nasty encounters with her dad’s girlfriend, which has led to her spending more time than usual here. She plays the trumpet, loves volleyball & dogs, hates the color pink and for the most part, is just a good kid. She doesn’t always make the best decisions, but she’s never close to making the worst and best of all, she usually learns from her mistakes.

My son, PunkBoy, is 12 years old. He has Asperger’s Syndrome & ADHD and coupled with my own lack of patience, I’m surprised we’ve survived to the ripe old age of 12. He’s extremely high functioning. Even though I’ve been trying to figure out how to help him since he was a toddler, his Asperger’s diagnosis didn’t come until he was 10 years old. I love him to death, I’d die for him in a heartbeat – but there are moments when I’m not sure how *I’ve* survived 12 years. He has it tough – he has the innate ability to aggravate his siblings – to the point of tears sometimes – without even trying. That being said, most times he DOES try. If he misses a dose of his medication, you know it within the first 15 minutes you spend with him. “Have you taken your medicine?” has become synonymous with “You’re driving me crazy!” He lacks self esteem & confidence and it worries me. I understand his issues, but I also know that he needs to function in society, and I’m hard on him as a result. I expect him to learn the social cues, I expect him to understand the lesson, and I expect him to do better the next time. My expectations are too high, but his father’s are too low … and as such, PB likes to spend more time at Daddy’s house than he does here. His therapist thinks it’s ok as long as it doesn’t become a habit … I think it IS becoming a habit, but I’m too spent to argue with him. Change is hard for him, less so since he started an anti-depressant … but he’s no stranger to tears. He doesn’t express emotions, but you don’t need to be told he’s feeling hurt or pain when the tears start.

My stepson, BonkerHead, is also 12. He’s 2 months older than PunkBoy. BonkerHead entered our lives when his daddy entered mine. The boys were just over a year old. The kids don’t remember a time that they weren’t a part of each others’ lives. That’s good – and bad. They treat each other like siblings do. PB used to idolize BH, it didn’t matter what BH was doing or interested in, PB was too. It was aggravating when I was trying to encourage PB to embrace is own self, his identity was really a mirror image of BH. Sometime in the last 2 years, the difference between the boys became insurmountable and there are few times they aren’t arguing about one thing or another. We aggravated the situation by forcing the boys to, once again, share a room when the twins were born. PB intentionally aggravates, it’s what he does, and BH has to deal with it more than the rest of us simply because they share space. BonkerHead came to live with us fulltime in 2006. Until then, his controlling mother had full custody and he only visited every other weekend … if she was feeling generous. After many, many, arguments between Hubby & I, I urged him to get a custody agreement in writing to curb BirthMom’s [BM – fittingly] power trips so he could see BH regularly. As they were leaving court, BM threatened to move so she wouldn’t have to hold up the order. Within the year, she did just that – 2 states away. Back to court, thousands and thousands of dollars we didn’t have later, we were able to get full custody and now SHE has visitation. Good job court system for finally working like you’re supposed to. Although BM has created a hellish world for 10+ years, in her defense, she’s turned into a reasonable woman over the last few months. I’m over questioning what her ulterior motive is because it’s lasted so long and into just relishing the peace & calm.

And most recently, the current family favorites and brand new loves of my life – O & So. Olivia & Sophia are 8 weeks old today. As I type this, I am LITERALLY surrounded by people who burp & fart at will and poop their pants whenever they feel the urge – my enormous nursing pillow is holding one on the left & one on the right. 20111111-174502.jpg Their nicknames are so numerous that nothing has stuck for sure yet. Sweet Pea, Sugar Bear, Sugar Muffin, Sugar Pie, Punkin Head … the list goes on and on. I figure I’m always trying to calm one with my voice from across the room while I change the diaper of the other … so I’m not sure they’ll ever really know their names anyway. I don’t usually dress them alike, but have to admit, the one time I have in the last 8 weeks – it was completely adorable! Coordinating … matching … but usually not identical, just like them. Twins? Yes. Both girls? Yes. Do twins run in your family? They do now. How do you tell them apart? The same way I can tell you aren’t my husband or my mother, they look different. I have begun affectionately referring to them as “Egghead” & “Blockhead” to acquaintances who ask – they laugh, but now they can tell the difference! 🙂

We also share our home with 3 dogs, and even though they’ve taken quite a big backseat since the girls were born, I still can’t imagine our home without them. We’re all dog lovers, and at one time had 5 dogs! Currently we have a Rottweiler, Kismet – who I’m quite certain is mentally handicapped. She has Sub-Aortic Stenosis (SAS) and is so not what I was looking for when I decided to get another Rottweiler. The dog is actually afraid of her own shadow. The girls have been here for almost 2 months and she’ll still walk completely around the other side of the house as opposed to walking past them, they scare her. Hubby had to drag her by the collar out the back door the first week the girls were home because Kismet refused to walk past the bassinet. Scout is hubby’s Border Collie, my surprise gift to him. He grew up with Border Collies, but I soooo didn’t know what I was getting into – and I’m the QUEEN of doing research on breeds before placing them. This dog is thE most neurotic thing you could imagine, he’s gotten better as he’s gotten older – but he just never gives up. Charity is just that, a Charity. She’s a Pit Bull, an accidental father/daughter breeding, and was a swimmer puppy. She couldn’t walk, her legs were splayed out to the sides and her only movement was from “swimming’ across grass, floor, etc. My friend took her & her sister home to rehab them and she kept one while I took the other. She can walk completely now & while her muscles tire much quicker than other dogs, you wouldn’t be able to tell there was anything wrong with her. She can catch BIRDS – there’s no issues with speed there for sure!

That’s it, 7 people, 3 dogs (& a Sugar Glider) crammed into this modest 4 bedroom home. We all have our quirks, and without a doubt, someone will raise their voice to someone else each & every day, usually more than once. The only thing special about us is that we don’t pretend to BE special. I am who I am, many don’t like it – and as such, my circle of friends more closely resembles a dot. We. Are. Us.

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