LINKS FOR HELP

Please go over here to Been There. They have a system set up where you can list what you have to donate to the victims of Katrina. Baby items, everyday house items, diapers, baby food, formula, clothing, shoes, coats, blankets... whatever you have that you would like to donate, please post it there. Please pass this information along to others, so they can do the same.

More links:
Katrina.Com

Karmus.Com Photos of missing

Oxygen Campaign

Missing Persons

Network For Good

Salvation Army

Catholic Charities


And finally a page full of complete links for help, how to help, where to help:
CNN Help Center

Changing the mood

With near apocalypse going on down south. I have to change the mood on here for my own sanity. Days of endless CNN coverage of death and destruction has sent me into a teary spiral. I can't do this to myself. Thank you God for my family and for my home being in a safe place. All we get is occasional snowfall of 3 feet. Or below zero weather. A tornadoe in country places. Or a small flood.

So now, on to the fun topic.

I stoled this from my DOM Maddie.
I like it, here it go:

Blog Secrets
Wanna Play?

Leave an anonymous comment telling one secret you wont/can't blog about, and if you are so inclined...why? I'll jump in when the water's warm.

Help them

When I saw the footage of Katrina this morning. I started crying. It looked like the tsunami from last December. People on rooftops.A man crying to a reporter, while looking confused and wandering a street. "My house cracked in half. My wife... I couldn't hold on to her. She told me to let go and take care of the kids... my wife is gone. Everything I have is gone..." the reporter began to cry. The man walked on.

I was crying. These people. The people who did not get out, because they were economically unable to move to higher ground. We had warnings. Why couldn't states open up their own stadiums and buildings to let these poorer people in? Why couldn't airlines and buslines offer free rides to higher places? How about out of state hotels offering free places to stay? We could have avoided losing people. Men, women, babies. We had the warning. We had the money to save these people and yet, it was more or less "fend for yourself." And this is what they did. They went to higher ground, meaning attics, rooftops. They waved t-shirts and towels on sticks so that ARMY helicopters could rescue them. Those that lived. Those that weathered the storm and the beastly conditions. Those that survived.

Looting taking place, because people are scared they are going to starve. No food. No water. Nothing. But. Themselves.

They don't know the estimated death toll. But as of this afternoon it was up to 80. The mayor said as he was on a boat to see the damage, he saw bodies floating everywhere. He was at a loss for words.

Help them. Because those that needed help, were not given that help and didn't have a chance.

Help Victims of Hurricane Katrina

Watching the storm

I am fascinated with storms. As is my daughter. I am beginning to believe that her sense of fashion and her love for weather will lead her in great directions. "And here is Mya C. with the weather... ".

Katrina looks like a bad mama jamma. I can't wait to look on the net with Mya when she gets home, so we can watch footage and sit glued to the tube in her room as we watch the Weather Channel.

She understands the destruction, and her first questions are always "did they tell people to go to safety? What about the people who can't get out, mom?" I always tell her that people will get out. No matter how ugly it really can be. She has this passion for what happens in the skies. And a passion for people. My little weather girl.

We are actually getting the remnants right now of what's going on in Louisiana. If you live in the track of the current storm, and it's raining... you can actually stick your tongue out and taste salt water. That's Katrina, people. I shit you not. Katrina can be tasted all the way up in Ohio.

Here is some info and current up to dates... if you are staying there, God bless you. I hope you're safe.
Watching Katrina

Autumn

My favorite time of year is right around the corner.

The thing I don't like much about the seasons here in Ohio, is that the good ones don't last too long. Autumn should be 8 months long, and winter should be 2 months long. The Spring should be about 4 months long and then summer should be like 5 months long. So that would change the year to 19 months a year instead of 12. That sounds good. Right?

Mya started school, and so far her new teachers seem promising. Her teacher last year was a favorite playing twat, that didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground. "Mya's constantly tattling..." I told her there was a difference between tattling and telling on someone that has pinched your ass. I ended up taking the situation to the principal and threatened to go to the superintendent if nothing was done. The boy who pinched her ass and called her "booty girl" ended up being severely punished, he also had to write Mya an apology. After that, me and Mrs. Twat Teacher didn't get along too well. She didn't like that I went to the principal. Oh well. I saw her as I helped Mya find her new classroom number and she put her nose in the air. I laughed and kept on walking. I felt a pang of pity for the new kids in her class.

Keifer will be in kindergarten next year. I will hopefully get him into that preschool I was talking about. But as I am not really getting support or any kind of teaching in the driving department ("I am too tiiiireeed" ~ my husband.) who the fuck knows when I will be doing that. I want to give up sometimes. I don't understand why I am expected to give my all and when I do, I never get any help in the areas I ask for help in. I shouldn't say never. I will just say MOST OF THE TIME.

I will be seeking a new layout soon. And hopefully a new domain if I can. I would like to have something new. I feel as if this blogger is tainted with scum.

Well, the baby is crying. I have to take him outside and swing him in his baby swing that his Auntie Sissy gave him. He leans back like Fat Joe and makes a gangster face as he swings sweetly. Little fatness. I love him.

Stuff

I come on here to post, and I find myself deleting posts instead. I feel a blogger block going on in my brain. I can't figure out why that is. I had no problem before, so help me out here, it's beginning to get old.

My daughter goes back to school next week. Can you say: "A la escuela que te la pela!"... my mother used to say that to me as each summer would end. It was a sort of taunt as in "back to school you go" but not really in those exact words. I loathed when she said that, So now I find myself saying it to my daughter as she cringes and runs off screaming "Nooo! I don't want to gooo!".

My oldest son will be going to preschool sometime this fall. When I am not sure, it depends on when his mother gets her drivers license. I don't have a drivers license you ask... nope. I don't. Why? I can't really give one answer. There are many, and one being I am a huge fucking scaredy cat. I had my temps at one point, and even had a car for myself, but we needed money at the time so I decided to sell it, and there went my motivation to get my license. That was when Mya was 1 years old. I also learned how to drive back in 1995, but backed into a gas pump at a gas station while I was high on pot and my brother was sitting in the backseat. Him and one of his little friends. Luckily the children nor the car blew up, and I drove home feeling like a complete idiot. Hey... no one said I had brains when I was younger. I went home hugging and kissing my then 11 year old brother and thanking God over and over that I didn't kill him. Also, I was in a car accident when I met Keith. So add those things together with the fact that I was never really taught to drive at the age of 16 like most of you were. I just kind of put it in the back of my file cabinet and decided to take it up whenever.

So, now is whenever time. I need to have it. I have three kids, and I hate depending on people to take them places, or wait until my husband comes home from work to do groceries or take the kids to appointments. It's a huge nagging part of my life that I need to get going.

Ryan is taking small steps, and has gone from being my sweet angel faced baby, to being a complete MONSTER. He eats like one, too. Can you say BRUISER? He will be one years old in two months and I am going through denial. "I JUST GAVE BIRTH! IT'S TOO SOON FOR HIM TO BE A TODDLER!" it's worse than when I had the other two get so big so fast, because he is my last baby, and it eats at me when I look at him and feel the need to sponge his babyness into my brain so I will never forget it. Soon no more baby feet, and no more sweetness, soon he will be talking back to me and running from me instead of loving and kissing on me. Denial. Queen of denial I am.

I am feeling the need for yoga, or something. I used to get up each morning at 6 a.m. and do the yoga with that little creepy guy from Oxygen channel. The bald one that looks like a Chester Molester. The one that plays stuff like P.M. Dawn songs and his yoga people dance while twisted up in strange positions? Yea that one. But I enjoyed doing it because it helped me wake up and feel peaceful. I felt nice and ready for my day. I think I am going to start doing it again.

Here is some Ryan goodness:

someone take them. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

My kids are so fucking demonic today, that I have realized it is indeed possible, to love and hate your children all at once.

Sounds kinda harsh, doesn't it? No. Not fucking really.

Fighting, arguing, clawing, pulling, climbing, screaming, whining, eating, drinking mess of insanity that is soooo unfucking real, that I really do not want to be here. And if I could, I would run so fucking far away, they would not find me for days. I say days, because they would find me. They always find me. They are like tiny little zombies seeking blood. They always find me. And when they find me I will have a six pack of Coronas and a dozen sugar twists from the bakery. I will be on a small island in the middle of Lake Erie, wearing a tutu made out of moss.

I asked for it? Ohhh. Yea. I see where you are going with this. I did ask for it. I know that. But you see, when I asked for it I was in a pink and glittery haze of love and hearts and rainbows and sparkles. I was 23 years old. I thought I knew all there was to life. I thought I had lived the life I needed to live. I was wild. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the drug thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the slutty thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the alchoholic thing. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I did the dysfynctional family drama enough for 34 life times. No. No weee. Sometimes that is why I think I decided that I needed to be as wild as I was.

I met Keith, love, love, lovity love love love. He was sincere. He was gentle. He was handsome. He was in love with me and I with him. Insert more Weeeeeeeeeeee Here.
He loves me. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I love him. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! We have an apartment. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He gave me orgasms. Weeeeeeeeeeee! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Oh Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He was responsible. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! He was independent. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He was all around a perfect soul mate for me. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I wanted more more more more more more more. I wanted so much more, well I should say, WE wanted so much more, we decided to reproduce more human beings in our own likeness. I was pregnant Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Babies, and duckies and outfits and booties, and strollers and baby food and diapers and weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Then we had two. Then we had three. Weeeeee. No Weee. Weee is over. Weeee is gonna be on hold for a lonnnnnng long time.

I was young. I know that. I am aware I wanted three babies and a husband and a life I had dreamt of when I was a little girl. But nobody ever warned me of the side effects. The side effects being that sometimes, your cute babies can become demonic and make you lose you ever loving fucking mind.

For you single gals out there, don't say I didn't warn you. You are now warned.