Thursday, February 23, 2006

You Gotta Do, What'cha Gotta Do...

Whatever keeps the family fed, right? In my case, it is called a second job, fourth if you count the children and the house. Since January, I have worked a supposed part-time job at your local store, which means, it was supposed to be 12 to 28 hours per week, but usually, I work five days a week, usually six to seven hours per day. For reasons that can be discussed further...later...I have had to bring more money into the household and while I feel it is not necessarily my place to do so, I have done it, because, hell, no one else will. No, I'm not bitter! So, my blogging has been slacking, my reading of the blogs has been slack and thank God for all things DVR! I'm tired, I am stretched too far, but I am surviving it and sometimes even enjoying it. How long will it last? Who knows. I may even continue it after the need is gone, but...we shall see.

Malia

Saturday, February 11, 2006

My Brother's Birthday....

is December 26. Yeah, it has sucked, always. He has never really had a birthday party, that I can remember, so this year, well, last year because I am so late on everything, my sister and I wanted him to have a party. We decided that we would throw him a surprise birthday party. I had to tell his wife about it, Brandy, although I was a little scared that she would not be able to pull off the surprise part. We had decided that on the day we had Christmas with my father, would be the day we would have the surprise party, number one, because he would definitely show up, and number two, we threw it together rather quickly. I told Brandy that they would need to be there at 7 or even later if possible to give me some extra time. I wanted to decorate the house in a birthday motif and I brought 32 balloons, because he was turning 32. I told her to call and ask if we needed anything when they were about 10 minutes away to give me a warning. Erin, my sister, ended up having to work, so it was all up to me. Wade and I are driving along with the children, Christmas presents and 32 balloons floating in the back at around 6:00 when the phone rings and it is Brandy saying that they are about 10 minutes away. Did ya'll read the part where I said that I told her 7:00 p.m? Yeah, her excuse, your brother is driving too fast. Hello!!! You left too damn early, stall him!!! Well, basically, she began having a full out conversation with me, yes, with him in the car, about how I needed her to stall and how she couldn't. I was so pissed. I wanted this for him so badly!!!! I was disappointed and sad for him and she always ruins EVERYTHING!!! So, I go into fast mode, turn on my turbo booster in my van and high tail it to dads. I have my stepmother and other sister help me get the balloons up, while someone lights the candles. I tell my dad to run outside and stall. He starts talking to them about their headlight being out or something. It was a disaster and she will never be in on another surprise party. Maybe I should do it again next year, he would never suspect two in a row.

Brian did end up being surprised, but get this, he said he knew something was up, but he didn't know what and when they pulled into the driveway and saw that the garage light was on, he thought he was getting a new car for Christmas!!! Ha! Who thinks like that?! I guess he was disappointed!!! lol! Hope ya'll enjoy some pictures whenever Blogger allows me to get them up.


SURPRISE!!!!

Monday, February 06, 2006

This Post Is So Belated

Okay, I didn't post a Christmas post like most in the blogger world, so...better late than never.

















I would say that my favorite gift, one, because it was a surprise, and two, because it was from my dear husband(We were not supposed to be getting each other anything, but he got a killer deal on it, I believe, when I lashed into him, he said it was only $30.00 on sale)...my new MP3 player, which right now, is filled with Black Eyed Peas, Dixie Chicks and Gwen Stefani.
















Wade's favorite was a video camera that we so desperately needed, but he got, from his parents.





















I am not sure what the children's favorites were, they got so much...let me try to guess... Jackson's, though he doesn't play with it ever, would be the T-Rex Mountain, which we had to get because he reminded me every day that if I didn't, then I didn't love him.

















Dylan's I think would be one of the 100s of video games he got, thanks to my mom, Pappy and Wade's paents.














I guess Emma's would be the Cinderalla vanity my mom and Pappy gave her.

Still hoping ya'lls was good. I am still working on the pictures and will keep adding them as Blogger allows me.

Malia

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

A Girl's Night Out For Two

A few weeks ago, okay, like, a month ago I went to a scheduled GNO that was supposed to be for four, but ended up being for two. The tostitos and cheese dip were flying and I was chugging a Corona. I think Les had a strawberry margarita. Interesting facts began to be exchanged between us and the night turned into me blubbering in her car and her listening, and blubbering a little bit herself. I learned quite a few things that night. One, true friendship, though very rocky at times, will always be there. Les and I have had our share of disagreements, believe me, plenty of them. We have been friends for over 15 years. She followed me when we moved in high school. Sometimes, we go for months without speaking, whether it be because we have nothing to talk about or whether it be because one of us pissed the other off. The difference in her and others is that when a fight or disagreement occurs, we do not stop speaking and then one day, poof, speak like nothing has occurred between us, no, we will confront one another after everything has cooled off and say, you pissed me off because....blah, blah, blah....I'm sorry I made you mad, I was wrong, ...blah, blah, blah....then everything is fine and back to normal. Neither one of us would just all of a sudden E-mail or leave a message that suggested nothing had happened and everything was normal because if we did, that big elephant would always be in the room. She is a true friend and I have realized in the past several months that I am very fortunate to have her, though we are true opposites on almost every level.

The other thing I learned was how disposable I am to some, which hurts, but it is reality. I learned that some people put on a real good show and I don't know what their motive is, and I still can't figure it out. There are some that are all of the above and very manipulative, though I can't figure out what it is they were trying to prove. A weakness of mine is tolerance. I don't tolerate being walked upon, cheated, berated or betrayed very well. At the same time, I don't think I should tolerate things like that, so maybe this is not a weakness. Today, I feel betrayed, manipulated and played. I feel like it is important to have someone that you can really talk to about things, events in your life, to be able to vent about everything to, people, co-workers, friends....cause like it or not, everyone gets on your nerves at some point, ...everyone. I also feel that you should be very careful when you pick who this person will be. Sometimes, you think you have a true friend, and they use it against you. It is equally important that you have someone you are there for. I feel like I am there for most people. I feel that I am a good listener and I try to give sound advice and that I am almost always there when called upon.

Moral of the story..... I can count my good, true friends on two fingers. Everyone falters at some point, no one is perfect, but falter with class, don't burn bridges while crashing. Fix things before you act like no one saw you fall, then maybe they will be more willing to help you get up. Pet elephants are not allowed in my house.

Malia

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Ten On Tuesday

10 Favorite Articles of Clothing

1. Any of my sweat pants. (This counts as 10 because that is how many pairs I have)
2. My new socks that I found at Target that are so soft and warm.
3. My black sweater that I wear daily around the house. (I am starting to sound like a bum)
4. My new black, spiked heel boots.(Cause they are cute!)
5. My Levi's.
6. My Old Navy, oatmeal-colored, fleece sweatshirt.
7. My black mesh panties with pink lace outlining them that say, "Perfect".
8. My new white, very supportive bra(It also makes my boobs look huge!)
9. My new brown peasant skirt that has sparkles on it.
10. My new brown, spiked heel boots(Cause they are also cute!)

Malia

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

The Toothless Grin


Dylan has lost six teeth in total. He lost his second front tooth right after Christmas and he looks absolutely adorable. Tell me...how cute is he?!!!

Malia

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Hangin' Up My Hat

I am thinking of hanging up my bloggin' hat. I haven't decided if it will be forever or just temporary. I will let you know either way. I just don't have the time nor the desire anymore. No, I am not telling you this so that you will come on here and say, "No, please Malia, don't leave, we love you..." Seriously, I don't have the umf to keep it up and I struggle for things to write about. I think half of it is boring, maybe more than half. Anyways, I may just post here and there, but probably will just delete it all together. I have made some great friends through Blogger and I will continue to check in on all of you regularly.

Malia

Sunday, December 18, 2005

A New Church

My church, West Ridge, has been meeting in the local high school gym for years. Finally, the new church had its first service today. It is big, spacious and beautiful. We filled the rafters with worship and rejoiced in the new building. I am looking forward to many more Sundays and services in the future. You can check the church out at westridgechurch.org. Malia

Smoky Buffalos

I went out for dessert with Lesley Friday and ended up having chicken pasta and dessert. So much for my diet! We opted to sit in smoking because we would be seated immediately. Whew, did I stink afterwards. Did I used to smell like that all the time?! Ewww! I could barely stand to be with myself. So we had fried cheesecake in a smoky bar-type setting. It was good food, bad air and good company. We then left and went to Target' so that I could buy more Christmas cards and a seasonal Christmas shirt, which is tradition. We checked out the teeny bopper clothes and I vowed out loud what I would and would not allow my daughter to ever wear, while Lesley basically hinted that I was too overprotective. Can you really be too overprotective of your children. Another topic, another day. We then went to check out and stood in the express lane where it is for 10 items or less, behind a lady with at least 30 items and watched her son come with more, then her daughter come with more and then her husband arrive with more. We stood and waited patiently, but we did not check out there. What drove us to another lane? The cashier with the unusually proportioned nose. We were afraid we could not get through the line without her noticing our stairs. It was really very odd looking. We then ended up at Hiram Package Store. She looking for a Crown Royal gift set, me holding tight to my purse and looking around perplexed at a store that I have never entered. She asks my opinion on some sort of liquor and I have no clue. I might as well be in China and she may as well be speaking Chinese. We then retired for the night. I went home to my hubby praying that he would believe me when I said I stunk because we sat in the smoking section.

A Pre-K Christmas Party

Jackson had his party on a cold, but sunny Friday. This one, Wade and I attended alone. It was absolutely chaotic. They had already opened their presents before we got there. There were probably over 20 parents in the TRAILER, that's right in a trailer, plus the 20 children and two teachers. There was hardly any room to breathe, but it was fun. We had great food, cookies, cupcakes, chips and homemade bean dip made by my new friend Devon. The children received a lot of hand made gifts from some of the parents, probably five or six of them made something special for the children. This made me feel bad, cause I didn't make anything. We have a lot of great parents in that room this year. The two teachers, Mrs. Saxon and Mrs. Wood, received a multitude of gifts, which prompted Wade to tell me that I needed to change jobs and become a teacher so that I could rack up at Christmas. We left with a hand made gingerbread man ornament, a hand made rudolph ornament, a hand made snowman ornament, a bell ornament made by one of the parents, a candy train made by one of the parents, fingerpaints, given by the teachers and lots of candy and other gifts. Fun was had by all, but we are all happy to have the two-and-a-half weeks off for Christmas.

Malia

A First Grade Christmas Party

Dyaln had his Christmas party last Thursday. It was rainy, cold and muddy. Nowadays, when you buy the present for a boy in your child's class, you are actually buying a gift for your child. The money limit has been raised to $10.00 and you get to also donate a food or drink item for the party.

I had to bring Emma this time and we got there and helped get the room ready with about five others mom's and the teacher's aide. Then while we were waiting for the children to come back from the library, Emma sitting in my lap, she peed on me. That's right folks, peed. Her pull ups must have been ridin' up her butt crack or something. Wonderful!!! What the heck am I supposed to do now. I am directed to the closest bathroom that has a changing table, which is appropriately down miles of halls, twists and turns. Sure enough, Emma has nothing to change into, but strange enough, her pants are not really wet except in the seam. I however, had three wet spots on my legs, go figure! I, of course, had nothing to change into, so I clean myself up the best I know how and we hightail it back to the room. I couldn't leave and make Dylan miss his party, so I sat in the bad kid desk that was off to the side of everyone and enjoyed some cookies and cupcakes.

When it came time for the children to open their presents, Ms. McKeown, his teacher, had all the children sit in a circle on the rug and she and Ms. Bridges, the teacher's aide, rung sleigh bells while she explained that they would pass the presents to the appropriate child and then they should "hold tight" to them until everyone has a present. They were all very excited. Once everyone had a present, she said, "Ready, set go" and the paper went flyin'. They were all very happy with their gifts and Ms. McKeown made certain that she went to every child to see what they got. She is a very good teacher and I thought of a lot of her seeing her give each child attention. We then packed up our bags for the winter holiday, complete with decorations that I have been anxiously waiting for, gifts from the teachers, gifts from students and his gift from me. Off we went for two-and-a-half weeks, he with his goodies, me with my wet pants.

malia

Another Post...

I promised you the story of my dad not showing up, so here goes....we all know that my father got the letter, he mailed me back a card with a weak response and we have not had to talk since, because, one, I didn't know what to do next and two, he thought he rectified everything with his little card. So, he has been tested twice since the letter and he has failed both tests with flying colors. First, the Christmas program. I didn't necessarily invite him, but I did invite my sister, who spread the word. The reason I didn't invite him directly is because he never comes to anything my children are involved in, so why ask.



First Test

Well, apparently, my sister had to beg him to come. She said, "Dad, you really should go."

He said, "No, I'm too tired."

She says, "Dad, c'mon, you have been off of work for two days. It will only last like 30 minutes. You really should go."

He still says, "No."

Imagine my surprise when my stepmother and my other sister come. I was only expecting Erin. Erin did not come, she had another obligation. My stepmother never comes to these things either, so I was surprised, pleasantly, but still thought in the back of my head, "Hmmmph, of course he is not going to come." I was still looking for him though.

GRADE: F++ (He was begged to come, but refused)


Second Test

My car broke down, on a dirt back road, my husband was two-and-a-half hours away. It was raining, cold, windy and sleeting. I was alone. I called my sister to come and get me and drive me to my house where I could wait for someone else to come and get me.

She says, "You want me to get dad? Because he is right here and he might could fix it."

Me, "Uh...no. Just come get me."

Sis, "Are you sure, cause he is right here. I can wake him up. He fixed my serpentine belt before, so maybe he can fix yours."

Me, "Yeah, I'm definitely sure. Just come get me."

Sis, "No, I am going to wake him up. Hold on."

She puts the phone down immediately and I could not protest. Dad picks up the phone and I explain what has happened. He tells me I need to have it towed to a garage. Yeah, no kidding? I had no idea that was the next step. I explain that I know that and I have free towing, but I need the number to a garage locally becuase I don't have a phone book in the car. He tells me he will call me back. Meanwhile, I talk to my husband and we decide to have the car towed to our house because we have to pay for Christmas that next week and I can just drive the other car until after Christmas, which by the way, it has no heat, but hey, you have to sacrifice sometimes for your babies. Dad calls me back and says, "The tow truck is on the way."

Me, "Nooooo, I already told you I have free towing. I don't want to pay for a tow truck when I don't have to."

Dad, "Well, this is the guy who is going to fix it."

Me, "Nooooo, we aren't going to fix it until after Christmas because we can't afford to fix it right now because we have to pay for the kid's Christmas next week."

Dad replies in an aggravated voice, "What?! You're just going to leave it in your driveway until after Christmas?!!!!"

Me, "Uh...yeah? That is what us poor folk have to do sometimes. We can't afford to fix it this week and buy Christmas for the kids next week. What else am I supposed to do?"

Dad in a disgusted voice, "Alright, let me call him back then." Click....(He hung up on me, obviously because he was pissed that he had gone through what he did to get me a tow truck, you know, like making a telephone call)

So, I wait, for my sister and for my free tow. We tow the car to my house and then my sister takes me to my in-laws house where my daughter is staying. We have a long talk on the way about this and that and then she says something that made me ask, "So, did you know I sent a letter to dad?"

She says, "Yeah, I read it."

Me, "See, I told him not to bring you into it."

She says, "He didn't really, I found it, but I didn't read all of it."

Me, "Well, he shouldn't have left it out, that is still involving you. So, did you know he sent me a card?"

She says, "Yeah, he told me."

Me, "See, I told him not to involve you. He didn't have to tell you that."

So, he did involve them after I specifically told him not to. It's in the letter, go back and read it if you missed it. If it were my sister stranded, he would have come and gotten her, he would have looked at the car for her, he would have fixed the car or paid for it to be fixed. He could have at least offered to pay for it to be fixed and let me pay him back after Christmas, but he did not even offer. He could have offered me one of his five cars, all with heat, to borrow for the two weeks until the boys got out of school, but he didn't even do that. So, for the next two weeks, me and my three children rode to and from school in a very cold car, during the coldest weeks we have had yet this winter. One day, the inside of the windshield was even frozen in the Blazer. The defrost does not work, because there is no heat, so, we were extremely late that day. My blessed 75-year-old grandmother came and drove us the last three days of school last week. She was not asked, she just offered out of nowhere. We gladly accepted.

My husband and stepfather finally fixed the car this weekend, which cost a total of $60.00 in the end, and I am so grateful. We have had the Blazer looked at to see how much to fix the heat and it will cost us a whopping $400.00 for a heating core. That will definitely have to wait until after Christmas. So, a big thank you to the ones who really care, Memaw, Pappy and Pepaw.

Final Grade: F+++++ (For being a total jerk in my time of need)

Dylan Sings

Dylan had his Christmas program last Tuesday. This program unfortunately combined all three grades, so we had to listen to all of them sing. First the kindergarten sang and we didn't hear a word! They were all facing the opposite direction, then they turned around and sang another song. Finally it was Dylan's class turn. He did a wonderful job with all the hand movements. Then second grade sang the longest song in history. Then they all sang together. It was a cute program, lasing only about 25 minutes. The pictures did not turn out well at all, the only one was a picture of all of us that were in attendance. Not surprisingly, my father didn't show, but that is another post.

Malia

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Disappointing Christmas Lights



We went to Lake Lanier last Friday to sample their lights, which were supposed to be amazing. See, usually we would go to Callaway, well, okay, we went to Callaway Gardens once and we were disappointed with the price, but loved the lights. You have to buy a full days admission instead of just admission for the lights, which take 30 minutes to get through. So, we thought, Lake Lanier is supposed to be really good and it takes about the same amount of time to get to as Callaway and it is cheaper, so let's try it and see if we want to start going there instead. They said they had six-and-a-half miles of lights with a holiday shop where the kids could roast marshmallows, a live nativity and some other stuff. Well, we drive the two-and-a-half hours up there, pay the $30.00 and start driving through the lights. We quickly learn that their six-and-a-half miles of lights and our six-and-a-half miles of lights are different. You drive through a section, end up in one of their parking lots where they have the Santa shop or nativity and then you drive through the same section you just came through again. You do this over and over, section by section. So really, you see three miles of lights, twice. Callaway has music to go along with their lights, Lake Lanier does not. Callaway and Lake Lanier have the same lights, but Callaway has more and you don't have to see anything twice. After we were done, Dylan even said, "Is that it?" It was too cold to get out and do all the other attractions, they did have a ferris wheel and some rides, but it was too cold, so that didn't sway us. Bottom line, we are high tailing it back to Callaway, even if it is more expensive. Here are some pics of the lights.


Tuesday, December 06, 2005

For Those of You Tagged....

You are officially untagged because @#%& Blogger ate my %^&* post (!@# AGAIN!!!!! And I don't feel like typing the $%^& thing again, so eat THAT Blogger!!!!

Malia

I'm It....Seven's

I have been tagged by Aldyn and then I will tag another seven, check your comments to see if you are it!!!

SEVENS

Seven Things To Do Before I Die
1. Go on a cruise.
2. Go on a vacation with just me and my husband.
3. Live in a house scott free, with no payment.
4. Not have to worry about bills.
5. Travel.
6. Graduate college.
7. Work in a job I love.

Seven Things I Cannot Do
1. Fly.
2. Speak another language.
3. Balance my checkbook correctly.
4. A handspring.
5. Break a routine.
6. Dance.
7. Run.

Seven Things That Attract Me To My Husband
1. His love for me.
2. His sensitivity towards me.
3. His listening skills when I really need him to listen.
4. His affection towards me.
5. His dedication.
6. His good looks.
7. His respect for me and the children.

Seven Things I Say Most Often
1. Shut up!
2. Hurry up!
3. I'm fine!!!
4. I will get to it in a minute!
5. Drink your milk and eat your vegetables!
6. Emma Grace!!!!
7. Boys!!!!!

Seven Books (Or Book Series) I Love
1. The Chronicles of Narnia
2. Flowers in the Attic.
3. Westingville Manor.
4. Heaven.
5. Celeste.
6. Any Steven King book.
7. Danielle Steele books.

Seven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again.
1. Stell Magnolias.
2. Beaches.
3. The Notebook.
4. Legends of the Fall.
5. Selena.
6. A Walk to Remember.
7. What Dreams May Come.

Seven Poor Souls That I Wish To Tag Are:
1. Rachael
2. Janet
3. Nicole
4. Zandria
5. Binsk
6. Will
7. Chuck

Malia