Today is not the day

 Today is a rough day for me.  Today is my grandma's birthday.  She would have been 89 today.  Would have been.  She passed away in July of 2016.  The day she passed isn't important to me because that is a day that I would rather not remember.  

I do want to remember all the great times that we had together.  I want to remember the great food that she used to cook and the way that she always welcomed us into her home.  Our home.  So on this day I will take you down memory lane as I remember her and all of her Glory and Grace. 

My grandma was the woman that when we got to her house we would have to go out into the garden and help her pick her green beans and tomatoes'.  I can remember that after we would pick them we would sit out on the back porch and snap those purple hull peas.  Our fingers would be purple for days.  We would also play card games like go fish and uno.  We would nap in her bed with her and she would tell us about the sand man coming and putting his sleeping sand in our eyes so we could sleep well.  I remember that she would make the best vegetable soup with sausage and her Salt pork was to die for (still haven't mastered that yet).  There are soooooo many memories that it would take days for me to write them.  I can think back and most days you would walk in and she would be crocheting something new.  Most of the time it was some type of doll.  I miss those days the most.

5 generations here folks!

As she got older and sicker she did less and less.  She loved to travel and my grandpa always wanted to NOT spend money, She would always tell him "well we can't take it with us".  I don't remember my grandma not being able to drive but I do remember that everytime we drove over the bridge at the San Jacinto River she would tell us to suck in (so that we could all fit on the bridge with the other drivers).  I remember the last trip we took her on.  We went to go and visit my cousin in San Antonio.  She just had to stop at Bucees even though she could hardly breathe when she was walking.  

                                                                                                        

                                                                                                       Me and My grandma

I don't have any bad memories of her.  NONE!!  I only remember the good times.  God I miss those times so badly.  I would give almost anything to have her back.  I want to be able to introduce her to the love of my life.  I know she would love him.  

As I type this I am just flooded with memories of her.  Sitting on the back porch while it rains.  the many Christmas's that we had in her front living room.  Her and my grandpa meeting and instantly falling in love with their first born great-grandchild.  God they adored her and thought she could do no wrong.  hunting Easter eggs on Easter mornings and going trick or treating on the hay ride on Halloween night.  I remember coming around the corner to her house and seeing her out front in a lawn chair under her famous Pecan Tree with a bb gun.  I asked what she was doing and her response was keeping the squirrels out of her tree!  LOL  yep she would do stuff like that.  I remember going to the farm with her a couple days before Thanksgiving every single year and sleeping in that little bed and her telling us about the bullgator that would come get us if we didn't go to bed.  Yes we believed in a monster that lived outside in the pond (same one we would swim in and fish in during the day) that would come and eat us up if we didn't fall asleep.  

She was always there when we needed her.  ALWAYS!  Even when time were dire...she was there for my cousins when their mom, my aunt Jackie, passed away.  She was there for my mom, sister, and I when my Bio-Dad went to prison for life.  She was always there with a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen even when there was nothing she could do.  

Sorry this is such a cluttered mess of a blog but that is kinda what my day is like today.  It is raining outside and I can't get her out of my head so I just wrote down exactly what I am thinking at the moment.   

The other "GIRL"

So I just wanted to start out by saying hello, I am a 35 year old woman, that hasn’t lived under the same roof as her parents for about 15+ years.  Now with that out of the way let me clear the air a little bit…

I am not the person that you want to come up to and give a command.  For instance,  you need to not speak to *** because *** isn’t right for you.  ß that right there will make me have *** become my BFF forEVER!!!  Just so you know.  My mom is quite demanding when it come to me, or better yet when it comes to her “sons” that aren’t really hers.  So my step brother decided a long while ago that he was going to do the “manly” thing and marry the girl that he got pregnant.  Well I thought that was the wrong choice but he thought better of it and married her and they had a cute little family, whom I adore.  Those girls are my nieces by every since of the word except by blood.  I love those girls and would gladly take them in if anything were to ever happen to their parents.  Well my “brother” screwed up and cheated on his now wife with a girl that he went to school with.  His wife the whole time being faithful.  

With that being said she did have a problem and was very sexual torwards everyone that she knew.  She would grab your boobs, slap your ass, lick your face, and so on and so on.  He, for some reason, felt the need to start seeing another ‘Girl’ while still married and living together.  I just want to make sure that we all know that he was in the wrong here because it will relate to the rest of the story…

He left eventually for the new ‘Girl’.  She was not and is not a woman because a woman would never steal another woman’s man.   He filed for divorce and moved back home to my mom’s and his dad’s, still seeing this ‘girl’ on the sly…or so he thought.   He received his divorce with a few stipulations…these are the one’s that I know about…

1. The girls cannot be around any felons that they know of…(that means if one of them are going to a function and knowingly bring the girls that is a no-no)

2. Both have to wait at least 12 months to move in with a person of  interest…(The ‘girl’ that he was cheating with cannot live with him for at least 12 months after the divorce)

Those are the 2 major ones that we are going to focus on here…

1. Felons- He has took those girls around felons from day one and the ex didn’t know about it.  **shame shame*  See his whole family is a giant felony record, especially his brother who cannot stay out of jail for longer than 6 months.  ** I am taking bets BTW of how long this stay is going to be if anyone wants in**

2. Live ins-Oh I know that she was “staying in your room with you every night from day one.  Ex knows this too.  Just a friendly FYI ;)

I don’t ‘feed’ anyone information and they day you start to accuse me of it is the day I will start.  I don’t play.  I may be the “step-sister” of the “man” but I will be damned if you speak my name as a lie!!!  If I wanted to tell anyone anything you can bet your FLAT ASS that I would!  I don’t like you nor will I ever like you!  You to me are an adulterer and will always be no matter if you marry him or not!  You have a question ask me!  Don’t whisper it behind my back and then get me and my mother into an argument in the department store because of it!  I am a grown woman with my own thought and wants and doings do not EVER  think that you are big enough to tell me who I can speak with.  Bitch please!!!

NOTE:  If you think this is about you then it probably is....

Raise your kids so the government doesn't have to

So I am just going to start this off by saying that I am probably going to piss quite a few people off.  Sorry that you are so easily upset and maybe you should unfriend or unfollow me because I speak my mind quite often.

Now that that is out of our way…What the fuck is wrong with people now days?  I mean seriously?!  Everyone is getting all butt hurt because of all the chaos of police shootings and the black/white/brown/unicorn lives matter that no one is stopping to think why this is all happening!

When was the last time that you saw a child in the store throwing a fit?  Doesn’t matter the race of the child or the parent, just think about the child.  I would say that most of you said somewhere within this last week, right?  Now, what did that parent do?  Did they grab that child and take them to the bathroom?  Did they whisper in the child’s ear?  Did they yell at that child?  Did they spank that child right there in front of everyone?  Bet they didn’t.  I bet that that parent looked at that child screaming and yelling and throwing a fit, and then ignored them.  I bet that the parent walked out of the store with the child following still yelling and screaming.  I can almost guarantee that even in a few of those cases that child got whatever it was they were screaming and fighting for. 

That folks is what is wrong with America today.  People have forgotten how to discipline their kids.  Maybe they are scared to discipline because of someone saying those three dreaded letters…CPS.  Whatever the reason may be, I have learned that the generation today doesn’t respect anyone or anyting because their parents have taught them that.  Now I know that I am going to have someone argue that it’s only the white kids that have no respect.  Nope not true because even though my kids are 17 and 14 you can bet your shiny ass that if I learn of them being disrespectful of ANYONE I will still bust their asses.  Well you say that it’s only black kids.  Nope I can prove you wrong there too.  I have several black friends that will lay a smack down on their kids in a heartbeat.  Well you say I see Hispanic kids all the time being hell on wheels.  No that is also not true because just like before I have seen my friends bring them close and whisper in Spanish, “Wait until we get in the car.”  With a smile on their face, or they just spank them right there. 

Your race has nothing to do with how you act in public or at home for that matter.  Your race has nothing to do with if you are going to respect someone.  Your race has nothing to do with how you are going to treat each other or that person of authority.  You have everything to do with that.  You and the way that you raise your kids has all the matter in the world on how you are. 

You know I am not always the nicest person in the world and unless you have been on the wrong end of me or just been near me when someone else has been you would never know it.  My mom raised me to treat everyone with respect and dignity.  I could care less who you are or where you are from,  I don’t care what the color of your skin is or if you are the CEO of a company.  If you treat me like a human being that has a heartbeat, then I will treat you that same.  You all know that I worked at a shelter and those girls can tell you that I would treat them all with the same respect as they would treat me.  We had all walks of life come in there from those that were homeless straight off the street to a lady that her husband owned a bank branch and she was running from a millionaire and she knew that he wouldn’t find her there.  Do you know that the lady had the nastiest attitude because even though she was living under “shelter” roof she still thought that we were her servants. 

Look the point is raise your kids.  Don’t let your kids raise themselves.  You let them run around and you never discipline them then what do you expect?  When they become adults and run from the police like they ran from you in Wal-mart or fight the police like they fought you when you told them they couldn’t have something, the police are not going to let them get away with it like you did.  You cannot blame the police for taking action when it was your choice to let them raise themselves.  Yes, I know that there are a few bad cops out there but what I am seeing here lately is just flat out folks not knowing how to be decent humans.

You have my permission to share if you feel the need or we can talk about this.  I know that people are going to disagree with me but I don’t care because my kids know right from wrong and I will not be responsible for raising yours too and neither should our government.

My Life of Survival...As I remember it...

So I thought that it may be time to tell y'all a little bit of my story.  A while back I told you that I was a DV survivor.  You will notice that I have had a little bit of everything in my life.  I have had verbal and emotional, physical, and sexual coercion.  My husband is not like this and I am grateful for that.  He can be a bit of a handful at times, but he doesn't beat the shit out of me and he likes my food.  :)

 

I can remember being a little girl and my mom and dad fighting. No hitting other than once that I know of, but there was more than enough yelling and screaming. The worst was going to my grandma’s house [dads]. They didn’t know how to do anything other than fight. I vividly remember standing on the porch with all my cousins, it was cold and I was very young, and a recliner comes through the window. My uncle threw it because of something that happened inside. That wasn’t the first time it had happened and it also wasn’t the last, it was just the only time I can remember real well. The only time I ever saw my dad hit my mom was when we were young and we came home and he was mad at her for something. He grabbed her out of the truck and hit her in the face. He then took her and threw her against the light post in the middle of the yard and then he left. We sat on the swing out front for a long time that day.

 Fast forward into my teen years; my dad has gone to jail and then prison for murder. I have no clue if he did it or not so please don’t ask. We had to go and live with my mom’s parents because my dad was our supporter. With him gone we had no way to pay for anything anymore so we had to leave our home. My grandpa was the meanest man I had ever met. I was only 14 maybe 15 and skinnnny!! He would sit in the living room at night and watch TV. Sometimes I would go into the kitchen to get a drink or a snack and he would tell me that I shouldn’t be eating because I was already fat. Guess 125 pounds is HUGE!!!! I stayed there about 3 months before I had a complete nervous breakdown. I sat on the floor in the laundry room crying, screaming, scratching, and pulling out my hair. My mom sent me to live with my dad’s parents. He (dad’s father) wasn’t any better. He would constantly accuse me of stealing from him, even though I wasn’t. My aunt Carol had to come and “rescue” me one time because of it.  Finally my mom got back on her feet and we moved into our own place. It didn’t help any though because instead of being loved I had a mom that didn’t care. I could do anything that I wanted and she never did anything unless it was skipping school, and that was only because she was going to have to pay a fine. She filed me as a runaway 4 times by the time I was 15.

 Then I met Albert. I thought he was the moon for some reason. It might have been because I was only 16, but I dated him for a long time. I was always running off girls that were ‘chasing’ him. Come to find out he was sleeping with all of them. Then at 17 I was pregnant. I had already ran away with him and the police refused to pick me up anymore. My mom didn’t want anything to do with me at that point because she said that I had ‘abandoned’ her. UM HELLO I AM A 17 YEAR OLD CHILD. Nope didn’t matter, she was “Done with me”. I had my daughter 3 months before my 18th birthday. Guess what, my mom showed up at the hospital. She said that we could move back in with her and be in the “big” room. I was there for 2-3 months. I got a job and then got a place to live, like a family, with Albert and my daughter. It was a trailer park. I had to pay $150 a week but it was ok because I had my family. I would take my daughter to her grandma’s (his mom) and pay her to watch her, go to work, come home and pick her up, clean house and cook dinner, serve him in bed; if he didn’t like it, it would be thrown in my direction and I would have to make something that he liked. Have you noticed yet that he is not working or watching our daughter? Wanna know what he is doing? He is “seeing” the girl down the street. She is 14 and pregnant with his child.

 After he leaves my mom moves in with me to help me with everything. He comes up one night and knocks on my door. When I open it he tells me that he wants his dogs. (We had 2 pits that I supported) I informed him that he wasn’t getting them and that he needed to leave. That is when he went crazy! He started to scream and yell but my dog didn’t like that too much and started towards him growling. Yep he backed that ass right back out of my house. Or I thought that was what it was but then I remember that I had put the puppy out back to go potty and he was yelping to come back in. I ran around to the back door and went out, we both reached the pup at about the same time. He grabbed the front of his halter and I grabbed the back. Albert didn’t like that and I knew almost immediately that I had made a mistake. He started to scream at me like I had never heard him do before. He had an edge to his voice that scared me. That is when he hit me for the first time. Not once, not twice, but 4-5 times, in the face. He then slammed my face into the propane tank a couple of times and then threw me over the fence where my knee attached itself to it. As I am laying on the ground not able to move he jumps the fence with my puppy and walks away. That was the worst feeling in the world. I realized, that as I pulled myself up and walked around to the front of the house, the neighbor had heard and possibly seen everything and she was on the phone. I asked her to please not call the cops, it was done, he was gone. I didn’t think he would be back. I went into the house, cleaned myself up, calmed my mom and daughter down, and as I was sitting down someone knocked at the door. My mom, not wanting me to get hit again, answered the door. It was the police wanting to see me. After I told him what happened he went to speak with Albert. Not to long after he came back and told me that his sister said I had hit him also and first. No matter how much I said I didn’t he would not believe me. I was handcuffed and then placed in the back seat of the patrol car, with Albert sitting right next to me. As the cop was speaking with my mother, Albert was telling me that he was going to “whoop my Ass” when we get out for calling the cops. I was freaking terrified!! I spent 2 days in jail when my grandma bailed me out. I think it was about 3-6 months later I was standing in the courthouse waiting to speak with someone about the charges on Albert when he came and stood right next to me. Again I was terrified!! What the hell did he want now? I left and have not bothered him since! Guess what? He told me that I needed to drop the charges on him because he didn’t do anything wrong and that in return he would drop them on me. Yep for one there had been charges brought upon me; Assault on a family member; and for 2 he wanted me to drop the ones on him; Assault on a family member w/bodily injury. Um, hello again, I am terrified of this guy! He just beat the hell out of me and now he is standing next to me telling me that I needed to drop the charges, so guess what I did? Yep, I dropped them. I didn’t want my ass beat again and I knew that if I didn’t do what he told me to he would probably do it again.

 He stalked me for about 6 months after that. I can say that I have not heard from him since and I am ok with that.

 

The after effects of the abuse is hard.  I have severe anxiety and panic attacks around large groups.  I get extremely defensive when people yell or scream at me.  For a long time I was an addict of sorts.  I was a child that most of my family didn't like.  I don't know why and I probably never will.  I wasn't told by my mom until about 2 years ago that she loved me.  I have told my kids that several times a day from day one.  I was judged because I got pregnant at 17 but I had no one else that wanted me, I was a problem child...Never judge a person because of their shell.  You don't know what they have suffered through in their life.

My boss calls it a day in the life of an RA....I call bullshit!!!

I have a love hate relationship with my current job.  I am an advocate for a domestic violence shelter and I love that.  I love that I can help women everyday.  I can inspire them to get better and succeed and do what ever the hell they want.  Don't let anyone, man or woman, ever tell you that you cannot be whatever because you can if you think you can. 

Now the hate part is that they keep screwing with my hours and times.  I started out as an advocate on the 4-12 (make it or break it) shift.  This is the shift that if it was brewing to happen, then it is going to happen and it will be on this shift.  I loved that shift.  I like being the one that they come to if they need to talk.  I like to be the one that breaks up the fights.  I like that all of the kids love me and know me b name.  I have ladies that only feel comfortable talking to me about stuff.  Stuff that, by the way, I cannot possibly make up.  They are crazy sometimes.  I have to call the cops more times than I can count.  They have moved me to the midnight to 8am shift.  Wanna know what happens on that shift?  NOT A MUTHA FUCKIN THING!!!!!!!!!  Nothing.  They sleep, snore, sleep, pee, and sleep some more....I hate this shift.  I hate it enough that I am looking for a new job.  I guess I am also looking for a new career.  I do not want to be overnight.  I want my hours back.  I didn't ask to go overnight.  Wasn't my fault that the other girl that works overnight and doesn't have any kids and just moved in with her boyfriend/roommates doesn't want to work it anymore.  I did my job and I did it well.  Well enough that the house ran smoothly and no one ever complained about it being dirty or stinky.  They do now.  Now that you have taken me off that shift.  Me with 2 years experience in this field and replaced me with a girl that "doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings" so she doesn't ask them to do anything.  If they don't do it then she just leaves it. 

*shakes head*

No sweetie, see if they don't do it, YOU have to. (period)  The house has to be clean and if they say nope not doing it all week and you can't find someone else that will, You have to do it! 

I may just be tired from having a family, working overnight, and cleaning, but if my husband had a job I would just quit.  I have had enough with them.  No wonder they can't keep anyone.  Night....

Compassion, here? Pfft! Please...

There is so much that has been going on in my life that I have just now realized that I have been neglecting y’all.  I am so very sorry.  Well ok only kinda sorry.  I have a life too y’all. 

So I had a job at a domestic violence shelter and I loved it.  I got that job back in November of last year.  About  the same time I stopped writing y’all.  I really needed that job.  Don’t know if you all know this about me but I am a survivor of Domestic Violence and this job really hit home.  That is another story. 

 

Now seeing that I was working for a DV shelter I saw a lot of stuff and most of that is with the staff.  Yes there were times that a woman and her kids came in and I was beside myself upset about what had happened to them.  I can’t discuss that one; but the things that I am referring to is the fact that the staff there are horrible.  They don’t know how to treat people in general much less a woman that was being abused for god knows how long.  At times I wanted to scream at them that they are human too!!!   They thought that just because a woman didn’t do her chore on time she should potentially get a “write up” that might cause her to have to leave the shelter and possibly live on the street until she could find somewhere else to go.  That isn’t right, I don’t care who you are or what you are trying to prove.  Everyone needs a little sway every now and then.  That’s not to say that if you come in drunk or high and decide that you want to sit there and cuss me out or threaten me or my family with harm that I am not going to get you out of there as soon as I can; but if you come in drunk or high and go to your room to sleep it off and come to speak with me the next day about it I will let it slid the first time.  Everyone makes a mistake or two, we are all human.  Imagine how boring life would be if we all followed the rules all the time.   With all that said, and all that always happening, I stayed.  I stayed because they needed me.  They needed someone that was on their side in there, someone that would stand up for them in their time of need, someone that would stand there and listen when they needed it or give them advice if they wanted it or maybe just a hug.  Sometimes you just need a hug, or to cry, or scream, or maybe just laugh.  I wanted to know that at least they had someone. 

 

Before then, I had never contacted anyone outside of the shelter.  I was told that it wasn’t allowed and that I would lose my job.  Then I heard of one of the girls that I worked with inviting one of the clients to live with her for a while.  She still has her job and doesn’t do a damn thing to keep it.   The breaking point of all of it for me was when I was in Galveston, on September 22^nd, and received a call that one of the ladies and her 3 kids; ages 2, 1, and 4 months; were kicked out because she had failed to complete her chore on time and was unable to call to let someone know because she had no phone with her.  She was asked to leave on Saturday before, and had been out since then.  That was it!  I asked the girl that had called me if the client had called since then.  No she had not called and no one has heard anything from her and no one has tried to call her either.  I didn’t bother asking her why no one has called her I just asked for her number.  A couple of minutes after that I called the client to make sure that she was ok and had a place to stay.  That is when she told me that in fact she and the kids had spent the last 2 nights in her truck and that she was going to be doing that again tonight, because when she left they had not given her any numbers for other shelters that she could call.  I was livid!!!  Why do they do this?!  How can they knowingly kick out a woman and her 3 babies and not give her at least a sheet of paper with numbers to other shelters!!!  That is the moment that I knew that I had to really start doing something actively to help these women or no one else would.  I took it upon myself to call around to other shelters and look for her another place to go.  I called 9 shelters that night and spoke to several others that were at the conference with me the next day.  It took me 2 days to find her a place to go.  That was 2 days that she slept in her car with her kids.  2 fucking days!!!!!  This could have been avoided if the shelter staff were a little more compassionate! 

 

So on October 7^th right after a confidential staff meeting, I was called into the caseworker’s office.  I was then told that on September 29^th I broke confidentiality when I contacted the client, and that I was being let go.  Yep, she told me that another staff member called her and told her that I had called the shelter to specifically ask for that clients number and take her food and diapers.  Then, as I was about to leave, the Executive Director, who was also in the room while I was being fired, stopped me and asked me if I would like to tell them anything or any names that have also broken the rules.  REALLY!!!  YOU WANT TO ASK ME THAT QUESTION AFTER YOU HAVE ALREADY FIRED ME!!!???  I looked her square in the face and said, “Why in the fuck would I tell you a fucking thing, it’s not like it is going to get me my job back!  Fuck y’all!” Pfft like I would tell them any motherfuckin thing!  So now that I have been fired, and don’t have a job, guess I can say whatever I want, right?  So I want someone to explain to me how one of the staff members that still has a job can have 2 CPS cases and has had a police report filed on her for “spanking” two kids in the daycare of the shelter.  How many asses do you have to kiss to keep your job after that one?  How about the staff member that verbally abuses the other staff members on her shift and makes the workplace hostile, or the one that yells and takes food from the children if they are caught eating after 9:30 in the morning?  I lost my job for helping a woman and her kids find a safe place to sleep.  I have so much more to say on this topic but it will have to be another day because Mert is looking at me wondering what is taking me so long…

<3 y’all and would love some feedback on this one.

All over the place....

Ok so I am home today with the kids because of the "winter weather alert" <---pfft!  They are smoking crack or something.  The most I see is a little sleet on the trucks.  Nothing sticking on the ground or the stairs or even the windows.

                                     What the hell people!!

 You cancel school, close all the buildings, shit down streets, and for what?!  Some cold freakin rain!!!  It is barely in the 20's!!

 I am really pissed y'all.  What the hell am I supposed to do with these little sh--darlins all day?  I believe that Patti over at Insane in the mom brain suggested Benadryl at one point, or was that for sex?  Who cares!  I am protesting winter!!  I will not take it anymore.  Texas is not one that needs this shit!!!  Pack your shit and GTFO mother nature!!!

All I gotta say is the next time the school is closed because of the 'winter weather' they can suck my balls!!!  I am gonna send them anyways!!

I know I have been MIA for a while, and well honestly I just haven't been in the mood to write.  I feel let down here lately.  I think women suck balls or I am just not made for friends.  I don't know.

What is the saying about if you change people, and things are still the same, it must be you; or some shit like that.  Yep must be me that is making things difficult.  I don't know.  I feel like I am a hard person to like, but an easy person to love if that makes sense.

I have 'friends' I guess but we don't speak that much.  I feel like a therapist sometimes because I am there when 'people' need to vent to me or cry on my shoulder but it feels like I don't have anyone most of the time.

Damn I am all over the place today.

Freakin kids need to go back to school!!!