She Gives It Her All

I’m going to let you into a small section of my life.  It means I won’t be completely anonymous anymore but hey this chick deserves the kudos and I’m going to give it to her.


You see that chick there, in the orange shirt, settling the ball, getting ready to assist in one of the greatest goals I’ve ever seen (and yes it’s because she assisted in it), that’s my daughter.  On this blog we call her Smarts.  And yes she is a foot smaller than every other child that is pretty much the same age as her on that field.  She’s AWESOME.  This was during the spring season and her team went Undefeated the whole season.  That right there is a Hokie, pride and true, completely at heart.  She assisted many goals through the season, she played every position with her whole heart, except goalie.  Not yet and most likely never since most people can kick the ball higher than she could reach, plus my chicky is scared she’ll be hit in the face so I’m not pushing her on it.

Seriously, this kid is awesome.  She puts her heart and soul into everything, EVERYTHING.  Okay except cleaning her room, that never happens.  BUT I can take that with a grain of salt since she literally lives from her soul, she lives and understands life.  I want to be her when I grow up, I want to love life like she does.

Yeah, I love that kid.

My Dad’s Not Speaking to Me


Understandable?  No.

See here’s the deal, he wants me to call my brother in Alabama.  You know the brother who decided his addiction was too powerful to stay away from the same people and places that got him shot, almost took his life off this planet.

A quote from the investigator in charge of the case:

“He’s lucky to be alive.”

The deal was: he goes back, I’ve got nothing to say to him and I’m sticking to it.

So now the one person in my life that I look up to, love whole heartily, is my hero;  isn’t speaking with me.  My Dad could die any day, not speaking with me.

This whole situation is just stupid, just like the addiction my brother is going through.  Just stupid.


It’s Friday & A Tad of Updates

Hug your loved ones, just hug them if you can.

I am writing to update you all about my littlest one, my brother and well okay yes that.

The last I posted about my littlest one he was in serious trouble but since he’s been on the breathing treatments, he’s been downgraded (YAY) to just bronchitis. I hate to be selfish here but I have no clue how I would afford a hospital stay for little man, and I have no clue how I am going to afford the hospital visit for him that happened for the tests but I figure the can call and hassle me for all nothing is worth.  You can not get blood from a rock. And that’s my nonsense for the next five minutes.  So he’s getting better, he even has been able to go back to school.  He absolutely ROCKS!

I just want to share that his favorite super hero is Spiderman, unlike Mom but hey I can get with the web slinging action.  Although we had a wonderful conversation tonight that sent my heart just soaring…

“Spiderman is way too cool Mom.”

“Why?”  Wanting to say..What the Hell is wrong with Bruce Wayne? but didn’t.

“It’s not about the webs Mom.  Well okay it is.”

“I get it dude, I really do now that you mention the webs.”

“No Dude you mentioned the webs.”

And yes that’s the way our conversations go.  And I smile every time.  He’s just cool and I am thankful I have him everyday of my life.  You know at one point of time in my life alcohol meant more to me than that conversation.  Yeah, I know…stupid.

Now to update you about my brother.  He’s lost his damn mind and well I’m not speaking with him currently.  Yesterday it was his birthday and  I so wanted to speak with him…you know almost dying last month and all. ~insert rolling of my eyeballs~  He went back to the great household that he was shot at.  Things are horrible and I want to go down there grab him and kick his ass but I remain calm.  And deal with his lunatic wife’s messages saying that since her dad (the man who shot my brother) is dying, I’ve gotten what I wanted.  You know because I’ve got some magic wand that says when someones time is up.  I just responded with “Please go to bed, try to get a job because tax payers are sick of supporting you.”  That didn’t help at all but hey I have anger issues about this.

So those are my updates and I wish peace upon everyone tonight.  I wish you love and kindness.

Happy Hallmark Holiday, Mother

A long time ago I read a blog post on a myspace site that pretty much said that mothers day was the day we all should thank our mothers for life, they are all deserving of a pat on the back atleast one day of the year.  Well this is my mothers day tribute this year to my mother.

Not all mothers are created equal. 

Some mothers have the heart to have a child and instead of providing a crib for her baby to sleep in, she places a blanket in a dresser drawer and places her baby in there to sleep so that way when the baby cries, the drawer can be closed.

Some mothers don’t brush your hair or teach you the fine intricate pattern of placing a pony tail in your hair and when the daughter complains because other mothers do it, she pulls out the curling iron and curls your hair so tight that it burns your scalp.

Some mothers don’t think their children deserve to have their jackets zipped by their mothers.  So when she sees you have a problem with the zipper, she yells and zips the jacket up so that the zipper gets caught on your chin, then yells at you while she upzips it enough to pull the skin off and yells at you while you stand there bleeding.

Some mothers don’t keep the gifts or crafts a child spends time on a school.  No, some mothers throw them away in front of you right after you give them to her without even smiling.

Some mothers don’t want their daughters to claim more attention from anyone other than her so she gets drunk, pops her pills and then runs to the nearest drawer for a butcher knife to kill off the attention seeking child or the person whom thinks the child deserves attention or love.

Some mothers forbid their daughters to play sports or play outside with others.  That would require watching the child or giving them attention because of any jobs well done.

Some mothers think that because they lie non stop so does the attention seeking child.  When the child just wants danger to stay away and tries to solve the dangerous problem by telling her parents, the mother makes sure everyone knows this child is a liar and is not capable of the truth.  So when the child admits to being molested or raped then the mother says to others, “She lies, that’s what she does.” and says to the daughter, “You will go to hell for lying and pulling this shit.”  She then makes sure the lying child is placed somewhere locked up as punishment for all the lies and deceit the daughter is capable of.

Some mothers don’t believe a daughter should drive a car, that would mean the daughter could then escape the torture or strain.

Some mothers see to it that their daughter knows no love, compassion, happiness, confidence, self respect, self love, or a smile on her face when she looks in the mirror.

No, not all mothers are equal.

Bullying: Sticks and Stones by Alye Pollack

Remember school?  I do, most of it anyway.  Do you remember being bullied in kindergarten?  I don’t, bullying for me didn’t start until hmmmmmmmmm 4th grade.  Well sometimes in kindergarten, there’s this one kid….

My daughter was bullied in kindergarten, that one kid would steal her lunch money and let me tell you girls are even worst than that, their words can sting you like a wasp. My daughter has dealt with words like that since kindergarten and as a matter of fact she has dealt with it until we moved down here and she started in this school, this year has been great with her and she hasn’t had to deal with any type of bullying at all.  Before I go any further in this post I want to say sometimes words can hurt just as much as being pushed, slapped, and punched.  I found this video on You Tube, a girl named Alye Pollack made this video with the help of her parents.  I want to share this because when I watched it, it caught my breath.  It’s incredibly powerful, unique, sad, heart breaking and this girl deserves all of our attention when we watch it.  I introduce to you Alye Pollack, a beautiful girl who has to deal with pain and heart-break everyday of her life…

I got a call from the school last week, I go to answer thinking “oh shit, what happen?” Never thought it would be the school calling to inform me that my son had been in an incident with one of his classmates.
“Mrs. Bats, I’m calling to inform you of a situation we are handling right now. Your son has been assaulted by one of his classmates. Currently we don’t think he needs to go to the hospital or doctors but I want to warn you that it is something that we may need to do.” Uhhhhh what the hell?!? I didn’t end up having to take him anywhere but when he got home and I found out it was the same kid that’s been pushing him down in the sandbox and throwing sand in his hair and face, smoke came out of my ears, nose, mouth; okay pretty much every orifice I have on my body. I immediately set up a meeting with the school principal and teacher. Come to find out this kid is not only bullying my son but pretty much every kid, just depends on how bad his day is going. I don’t give a crud how bad his day is. If he lays another hand on my son, I will press charges on him for assault. The school is kindly sending my message along to him and his parents. I don’t care if he is 5 or 50 years old, don’t touch my son at all.

I have zero solutions to bullying, I have zero solutions to how many bad days kids are allowed before it escalates into major violence. I wish I did but I don’t.