My father and his 35 year old bride

So my mom and dad got divorced when I was a Junior in High School because my father repeatitavely called phone sex hotlines rather than being a good husband. My dad then got married like four months later to a really nice lady that he met online. Their marriage ended because he is crazy. He walked out on her (because they were fighting and she did what so many women do, she said "get out". Which means only for the moment, not forever, unless the word forever followed that) and he drove apparently to New Mexico and had a change of heart. He drove back on New Years '08 and then he called me at midnight and asked if he could stay at our apartment for the night "or so". That next morning, I took my husband to work... OH By the way, I just found out I was pregnant a week prior... and came home with some morning sickness... then he offered to by us Micky D's for breakfast because he wasn't feeling well.... Long story short, he had a heartattack in my living room and I drove him to the hospital. He had 4 by passes and now is fine. But during all of that my stepmother filed for divorce and that was the end of that.

He ended up moving into this shitty apartment complex, image a bad complex, that would be it. He complained about his "arab" neighbors, and how they "beat their children" and "screamed in their language". He apparently hated it all and was planning on traveling the country in his 2000 Ford Ranger. Sleeping in it and everything. He was giving away all of his household stuff and was going to give us a desk, but then we couldn't get the key to our house at the time HE wanted so, HE got pissed off at me and gave everything to someone else. I haven't heard much from him in a long time (month or so) until.....


He went and married some 35 year old call center employee with two daughters (one is pretty slutty at 17... great parenting, trust me). He trash talked her to me so much and insulted her parenting skills and how she drinks too much. He told me he wouldn't make the mistake of marrying someone he barely knew again. He met this woman in his apartment complex... classy, I know. She is addicted to Cafe World on Facebook... once again, classy, eh? She is also apparently pregnant with my father's child. Which is just wonderful news. My dad is crazy. I swear. Every action he does lately is of impulse and loneliness... Pretty lame to me.

So last night the boys actually fell asleep for four hours! But then they woke up and had to eat a little... I know that must sound terrible, for 7 month old babies to still need to eat in the night time for comfort. But I am just doing what I can. For everyone's sanity. Lol... we are gradually getting off the bottle. Four hours is a huge feat for us. I will gladly pat myself on the back. ---->>

So today, we have no dish soap... can't do the dishes until later tonight. All the laundry is done... I made the bed already.... The boys are on their way to a day's slumber... I have no more soil to garden with.... I am at a lose to what to do, yet I know there is still so much to be done. Oi Vay.

What a drag it is getting old.
Rolling Stones

Indeed that statement is totally true. I miss the days of play and ignorance. I miss not having much responsibility. I miss going to school everyday and being able to just pretty much hang out with people all day, with an assignment or two in the middle. Good times, great oldies. But now I can live it all again through my kids, except the gossip and drama... I can't be too nosey now can I?

What are your favorite memories from being a kid?
I can honestly say one of my dearest memories was when I was in elementary school. My parents had to go to my brother Kyle and my parent teacher conferences, so they trusted us to stay at home and behave for an hour until they returned. Our school was right down the street. But so was a circle K. My brother and I, while our parents were out, gathered tons of pennies and nickle (whatever we could find) and ran to circle K to buy candy or something. So we instead bought Pringles, sour cream and onion Pringles to be exact. We ran home and divided them in half before our parents walked in the room. Stashed them under my comforter until they weren't in sight. Those were the best damn Pringles ever. I will never ever forget that story.

Life changes sooo much sooo fast.