Thankful....

Hello Dearies....

There's a new trend on Facebook, where everyday people are posting what they are thankful for during November. 

Since I'm WAY too cool to follow the masses, I'll tell you here what I'm thankful for....

I'm thankful for my crotchfruitians. Though they drive me completely insane doing things like dumping little jelly rock science projects all over my carpet they are my world. Even with all the grey hair they give me daily, I'm proud of my  monsters.

I'm thankful I found a man that loves me. It's not always an easy task. I'm not really a likable person most days.

I'm thankful for my health. I'm able to get up everyday at the butt-ass crack of dawn and take care of what is mine.

I'm thankful for my job. There are so many who don't have one.

I'm thankful for the family I have. Whether they are blood or not, I love them.

I'm thankful for the roof over my head. It's small and cramped, but it's jam-packed with love.

I'm thankful for my friends. They are few and far between, but they are special to me.

And last but not least....I'm thankful for all of you my Dearies. 

Detoxafactionism

Hello Dearies....

Today I'm changing things up a little. Normally I tell you about all the good, the bad and the crappy things that go on in my life. This time I want to tell you about some changes Chief and I are making.

I've been trying to make our Hut non-toxic. This isn't an easy task. Everything (and I mean everything) you buy is toxic. The shampoo you washed your hair with this morning? It has carcinogens in it. The soap you washed your body with? Carcinogens. 

You want to use the best when you wash your baby's hair. So you go and shell out top dollar for "THE" baby shampoo. Guess what it has in it? Formaldehyde! Are you freaking kidding me! 

The list goes on and on. Earlier this year I purchased all the stuff to start making some of our products myself. If I know what's in it then I can limit and the nasty crap we're putting in/on our bodies. 

Chief has been depressed lately because of all the hours I work. Hours I work that he can't.
He was talking to a friend of his (GI Jane) who recently started posting on Facebook about a "work from home" business. Chief was interested, so I told him to check it out.

I'm so proud of all the research that Chief did before he signed up. 

I had heard of the company before, but never cared enough to check them out. I'm kicking myself now!

Chief has been taking a multi-vitamin called Vitality 4 for a month now. We both now swear by these vitamins! 

Last week for the first time in the 4+ years I've known him, his doctor did NOT cut on his foot! Doc said whatever Chief was doing keep it up. The only difference in his life were these vitamins. Read his take on the doctor visit here.

Today the Fedex lady dropped off our "Value pack". This pack is supposed to help convert your house to non-toxic. As I've said before, I make a lot of our hygienic and cleaning products. Getting my cleaners away from me would be a real challenge. I agreed to try the new stuff after much wailing teeth gnashing. What? I'm not stubborn at all!

When I got home from work, there was a huge box on my bed. I started rummaging through it. I can only describe it as overwhelming! There were boxes of this and bottles of that. One of the first boxes I pulled out was the Vitality 4. 

The next thing was a small bottle that was labeled Tub n Tile. I dig around until I find the matching spray bottle. That's right, they sent bottles to mix your cleaner in. Did I mention that these products are NOT diluted with water? So I go mix up my shiny new bottle of Tub N Tile and head to the bathroom of doom.

I sprayed down the bathtub. The first thing I noticed was I could still breath. Most spray cleaners choke me up. While it still smelled like a cleaner (I was a little disappointed) the scent wasn't overpowering. I waited for a few minutes like the bottle said (yeah right, I grabbed the rag as soon as I sprayed the tub) and started wiping down my tub. The light grey tiles turned white! Wait! What? My tub is white? All this time I thought it was an ugly pale grey. Even the rusty spots (from hard water) in the grout turned white. I was impressed enough to call Chief in. 

I've now given up my vinegar mix for cleaning my tub! This stuff works great! 

Another plus? I never use gloves while cleaning at home. (I wear them enough at work.) One of the main reasons I switched to homemade cleaners is because most things eat through my skin. After wiping down the tub, I noticed that my hands and arms weren't burning. This is a BIG plus in my book. Even vinegar burned my skin when I used it to clean.

I used the Prespot on my bathroom rugs. With Chief having the ulcers on his feet, I'm in a constant state of cleaning up blood spots. The worst of them were on my bathroom rugs. (on the white part of course) I sprayed down the white parts with Prespot and gave them a little scrub with a brush. Now I'm lazy when it comes to housework. (Most evenings I can barely stand up I hurt so bad.) So when I say a "little" scrub, there was hardly any effort put into this. I threw my rugs in the wash and forgot them over night. When I pulled them out I was amazed! The white parts were white, and blood free.


I'm not going to ramble on and on about how I used several of the new products and the results I got from each....yet. 

Most of all I love the fact that, I'm now well on my way to making my house non-toxic.

Some things you just shouldn't do....

Happy Halloween Dearies!

I just got the crotchfruitians in bed. What a long day/night! We spent 2 hours between trick or treating and stopping at Burger Hell for ice cream. 

Chatty had sent me a picture earlier of a coworker dressed as Cleopatra, so I had to stop in a see him. I snapped pictures of everyone up there while the kids ate ice cream.

I spent all day in the kitchen making cookies for Midget's "Fall" party. I think I'm going to give up and make cupcakes. I'm still not even half way done and I only have til Friday....sigh

It's my own fault. I do this to myself every time. It has to do with my  obsessive compulsive disorder. If 1 is good, then of course 4 would be better. Thank goodness for Chief . He always supports me no matter what kind of mess I make.

All of this while cute and sappy has nothing to do with my blog title....

The Crotchfruitians and I went out tonight for trick or treating, so of course we stopped by to see the Parental Figures. I had texted the Boy to see if he has a long sleeved shirt for Midget. She was freezing because she can't listen to me and wore a short sleeved shirt under her costume.

The Boy handed me a shirt and I took Midget into the bathroom to get it on her. Bird went in the living room to show his grandma his costume. He was Ghostrider tonight and soooo proud of his costume.

Now we're getting into the part that has to deal with the blog title....

There are some things you just don't do....

I have never told my children they are anything but perfect. I never call them stupid. I never tell Bird he is too skinny. I never tell Midget she's gaining weight. (which she is). I never tell them they are anything but beautiful and amazing. (they are)

While in the bathroom I hear my mother tell Bird "You're ugly". Poor Midget, I was stooped down in her face when I yelled "Mom"

How fucking dare you tell my child he's ugly? He's not! He's beautiful and he's perfect and he's MINE! I was so pissed! About 10 years ago I would have walked in there and knocked her on her ass.

Growing up I was told I was stupid. I was fat. (I was and still am) Now I'm told I'm fat. My teeth are nasty. I'm lazy....the insults go on and on. 

How the hell does she get I'm lazy? I work a full time job, come home, clean, do laundry, cook dinner, I go to EVERY school function for 4 kids. (As long as I'm not at work) But I'm fucking lazy?

Yes I'm fat. So what? You're not a size 4 anymore and you haven't been for 30 years! I've accepted what I look like. And Chief loves me for who I am. All you do is sit on your ass all day watching tv of fucking off on the computer. 

I was so angry I couldn't get Midget's costume on right. It took me 3 tries. I got her redressed hugged the Boy and left fuming. 

I don't understand her reasoning. 

You were mentally abusive to me, Froggy, and Tattoo all our lives....YOU WILL NOT FUCK WITH MY KIDS' SELF IMAGES!

Blame it on the Root Beer....

Hello Dearies....

I had something I wanted to share with you. I was reading a blog I follow when I saw a story that is very much like the things that happen in our house. Please follow the link. I think you'll love the story.

Update on the birthday party....

Good evening Dearies....

If you read my last blog then you know (if not quick run back and read it here) that today was the Boy's 18th birthday. I just got back from his party and ate dinner (nomnomnom) with the crotch fruit.

I had a problem with the party planning. Where to have it? The Hut is too small for any kind of party. The Parental figures and MiL both would have let me have it at their respective houses. But there was a problem there. The Parental figures can't get up MiL's driveway. MiL can't get down the steps at the Parental figures' house. And none of them can get up the steps to the Hut. So....what to do? I talked to Bosslady and she said it was ok for me to have the party at Burger Hell in the conference room. Sweet! So that's what I did.

I've been planning this party for weeks. Honestly it's been months. You only turn 18 once so I had to do this big. Not big as in bunches of people. But still big. For his cakes (yes cakes there were 3) I made 2 ice cream cakes and a candy bar cake.

For his gift from us, I blew up 100 water balloons (no water) and rolled up a dollar bill and shoved it in each balloon. I had Squealer help me carry the box in. We made a big show on how heavy it was. I wouldn't let him touch it until it was time to open presents. MiL bought him 3 awesome shirts this morning. All 3 I had the boy pick out yesterday. (No he didn't know why he was looking at shirts) 

The look on his face when he opened that box was priceless! I snapped a bunch of pictures but, Chief has my camera right now.

While we were eating cake, his biggest present arrived. I had called 2 of his best friends that he hasn't seen in 3 years and had them come out. I almost cried over the look on his face when he saw them! Even I had missed these 2. LeLe has been mine since they were in 3rd grade. Richboy, LeLe and the Boy were inseparable in school. 

Squealer had to march at the Homecoming  game tonight. MiL took Chief to see the game. I wish I could have gone. 

Chief left and forgot he had all my stuff in his pockets. I was left at Burger Hell with no wallet, no cigarettes, and no keys to get back in the Hut!

After all the adults left, we decided to get the money out of the balloons. The Boy and I stepped in the box and popped a few. Then the Boy thought sitting in the box was a good idea. Well, until he had Richboy push him around the room. Most of the balloons popped when the side of the box split. While the 3 friends caught up some more, Chatty and I unrolled the money.

Thank goodness for Chatty or the crotch fruit and I would still be sitting at Burger Hell. Chatty and the Boy took my phone and went and got the keys from Chief. 

When they got back, I hugged the Boy and asked if he had a good time. He told me it was the best birthday ever. Awwwwww

So now the crotch fruit and I are home. Dinner has been eaten and they are playing in their rooms. 

Chief just walked in from the game. I'm going to go fix him some dinner and demand nuggles!

The best present ever....

Good morning Dearies....

Today is the day! On this day 18 years ago I given my best friend. I was given the Boy. It kills me to think my baby is now a man.

It seems like yesterday there was an annoying little shit following me asking questions. "What's that mommy? What does that do mommy? Why is he doing that mommy".... on and on that kid asked questions. He wanted to know everything about everything!

I know I screwed up over and over raising the Boy. I did my best. I was a very young mom (kid) trying to raise a child on my own. Yes Deadbeat was there and later Fatass was there. But being there is not the same as trying to raise this crazy little crotch fruit. 

With the "men" in his life being total assholes, and a mother who never had a real mother for a role model, this kid turned out great. Better then great....he is amazing! The Boy is such a gentleman. He has a girlfriend now. Chatty isn't sure what to do with him. He opens and holds doors for her, he insists on paying when they go out, he says please and thank you, Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am....the list goes on and on. 

No matter how many times I screwed up the Boy still loved me. When I was having problems and going off for no apparent reason, all the times I screamed and yelled, all the times I dropped the ball, the Boy still loved me. I leaned on the Boy for many things. He helped me raise Bird and Midget. He was more of a father to them then the men in their lives.

I've tried to be the mom and dad. I always go overboard. I try to make up for all the things he missed out on growing up. I know I failed many times. The kid should hate me. (I would) 

But through it all he is my best friend, he is my baby boy....

Hack hack cough cough Oh my god I have the plague!

Good morning Dearies....

I've been sitting here on a blank page for 5 minutes trying to write this blog. It's not that I don't have thousands of ideas running through my head, that's not the problem. The problem is coughing. I've been sick with this damn cold for almost 2 weeks. To be honest I think my cold has wormed it's way into my lungs and became bronchitis. Great huh? (hack hack)

So the crotch fruit are off to church with the parental figures. That leave me and Chief home alone with the cats. 

Today is my day to clean/cook. With the way I feel, between this cold and mother nature being a bitch, I'm not sure how much I'm going to get done. I HAVE to get some laundry done or the crotch fruit will be going to school naked. I doubt my fruit will have a problem with that, but the school might frown at it. (cough cough)

I had plans to, good plans to blog yesterday when I got off of work. Only problem was....I was just too damned tired to give a shit. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep and we were slammed pretty much the whole day at work.

The Boy went on his very first date Thursday! My baby boy is growing up. (sniff sniff) He's been talking to a new girl at work. I'll just call her Chatty. Holy fucking sheep shit that girl can talk! I like Chatty, she's very sweet and a pretty (almost) good girl. I refuse to judge the kid on her past. The Boy and Chatty went to Denny's and a movie. Chatty ordered the $4 dinner. The Boy was a little upset with her, but I see her point. (hack hack cough cough bad coughing fit here) 

I was texting the boy from a meeting at school on Friday. I asked him how the movie was and the little shit sent back "What movie?" If he had been standing next to me he might have gotten knocked out. Remember when I said Chatty was almost a good girl? (hack hack) No they didn't do THAT. The Boy has my plague, so I told them if she came to work sick I'd know they hadn't behaved. So the shits decided to tease me. (hack hack ass flavored cough drop here) I'm glad the Boy found a girl he likes. He's so shy around most girls. It's a good thing Chatty asked him out. He would never have been able to do it on his own.

Midget has been having trouble at school for years. I hadn't realized how far she was behind until my meeting at the school. She's reading at 1st grade level. All her studies are low. This is something that the old school never told me and just ignored. These new teachers are really on top of everything. (hack hack) They are giving Midget another IQ test. She has about 20 tests coming up. They are upping her minutes in Special Ed. The old school had her in SE for 300 minutes a week. Roughly 1 hour a day. She's going to start going to SE 700 minutes a week. (cough cough)

One of the tests they are sending home for the family to fill out. That test is to see if she's on the Autism spectrum. I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I know it makes me want to cry. Another child diagnosed with Autism? It breaks my heart, but I'll be glad to find out for sure what is going on with my Midget. 

Chief has my plague. Hack hack cough cough)  Thankfully he's not hacking like I am. I hate being sick. It makes my bitchy but, I'd rather be the one sick then him. I don't get sick often, but when I do it's pretty bad. Let's all cross our fingers and hope this is the only time Madwoman gets sick this year. I can't afford to miss anymore work....