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Because when it rains...

... it pours.

My life, it seems, is a myriad of ups and downs with the occasional lefts and rights thrown into it to make it interesting.

Last weekend Lee asked me if I could get in touch with her biological father. This is something that she and I have discussed off and on for years but given the situation with Mr. X, my having to pick my life back up off the ground and the fact that I just wanted her to be a *little* older before taking this whole thing on in case he rejected her it got put on the back burner. It turns out that she is feeling rather like she is running out of time to get to know her father as a "daddy" and, in tears, she said that she wanted to at least meet him... even if he rejected her. She wanted to say that she tried and at sixteen she is more than old enough to make up her own mind about such matters. Her father isnt a bad man, we were just so damn young when we had her. He met her about three times when she was a year and a half old and he was clearly taken with her but circumstances (a really dominating girlfriend) and life took him in different directions away from us. We had seperated when I was eight months pregnant so its not like we were together for him to have gotten to know her from birth.

So, I sat down on Monday and wrote him a letter telling him all about Lee. How she is an honours student. How she is funny and beautiful and caring. How when she moves, its like watching him. I told him that when we were in court just over two years ago to increase his child support I wanted to ask him then if he wanted to get to know our daughter but I was with Mr. X who was dead set against it. I told him how I was in an abusive marriage and that the father I had hoped she would have wasn't one. I asked him to contact me either way and let me know his feelings - that I wouldnt judge him and held no animosity towards him. I included pictures.

Then, yesterday I got a phone call. He had recieved the letter that day and had immediately picked up the phone and called me. He had tried finding me years ago but I had a new name. My parents number was unlisted and he didnt want to show up at their house (who can blame him?). He is so happy that I wrote... he had asked his lawyer to talk to me about him being in touch with Lee when we were in court but he never did. We talked for half an hour or so. He has a wife and two young sons. My daughter has BROTHERS. He can't wait to meet her. He has a farm that he visits on weekends not even 10 minutes from where we live. If he had known a few days earlier he would have made plans to take us away for the weekend and get to know us again. Get to know his daughter. "Monday, if you are around," I tell him, "You can meet her. She is with my parents at their trailer camping but I can pick her up on Sunday when my friend and I go there for supper" He isn't at the farm alone - his brother is there and his godfather. He will call me and let me know but if not Monday as soon as possible.

Monday. On Monday my whole world might shift. The daughter that has been *mine* may become *ours*. She has a whole other family. Uncles. Aunts. A step mother. Half brothers. Grandparents. A father. I will see my baby and her father in the same room together and watch how their movements mirror each others even though they have never spent any significant amount of time together. How when they are pleased, they have this little half smile... like they are thrilled but afraid to show it.

I am hoping that this will serve to make my family bigger - being of the mindset that every child needs as many people in their lives to love them as possible. I talk to Turtles grandmother on the phone and know that my daughters (Snuggs in particular) calls her grandma too. "Is Turtles brother my brother too?" she asks. Bloodlines and family relationships mean nothing to her... she just see's that he is Turtles brother and she is her sister so therefore he should be her brother. "He can be anything you want him to be" I answer. This whole father deal is going to be touch for Snuggs, whose father is barely present and with whom I have severed all contact in order to protect her.

I am happy for Lee. I am also afraid and excited and sad. But most of all, I am glad that I could do this for her... he just better deserve her because she is amazing.


Curvaliscious :: 11:53am - 05.17.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 1 ]

Good Times

I have great kids. No really, I do. My teenager is a joy to behold even if she doesn't do her chores. She is lazy as fuck but thats ok because she doesn't mouth me off and if she is wanting to take off early from a class the child texts me and asks my permission instead of just skipping. She is well and truly trained.

And then there is Snuggs.

Snuggs is her own person. She also doesn't know when to shut the hell up. I am sporting a bald spot from where I am pulling my hair out over this child. She is 8 and the eye rolling is starting. So is the heaving sighs whenever you ask her to do anything. I am in unfamiliar territory here folks because Lee was never like this. I have grounded. I have threatened. I have yelled and I have cried. Last night however, I discovered the potential key to good behaviour in my youngest child.

Bedtime.

Oh yes, the miracle of putting a child to bed a full two hours before her scheduled bedtime. Sure, it may have been an hour of her lying on her bed and crying and attempting to renegotiate the terms of her punishment. It may have been an hour of her telling me that I am SO mean and that she would never do this to HER children but damn, she hated every single minute of it.

I told her that if she cannot shut up and stop arguing with me and learn that when I tell her ENOUGH ALREADY it means exactly that, she will be going to bed early. I told her that if she attempts to renegotiate the rules of her new confinement or to continually discuss the matter I would add on a day of early bedtime. She hates me now and I don't care.

Good grief though. That child could negotiate world peace just because they will want her to shut the hell up so they would be willing to agree to anything.
Curvaliscious :: 10:59am - 05.16.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 1 ]

Thursday Thirteen... on a Friday

Thirteen of my favorite musicians on my Ipod...
(in no particular order)
  1. Natasha Beddingfield
  2. Big and Rich
  3. Maroon 5
  4. Train
  5. Uncle Kracker
  6. Pink
  7. Buck Cherry
  8. Rhianna
  9. Five for Fighting
  10. Seether
  11. Creed
  12. Three Doors Down
  13. Faber Drive

Curvaliscious :: 10:39am - 05.16.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 0 ]

Oh Dear God

This morning was one of those mornings where your child wakes up for the first time all damn week and is talking nonstop about nothing and you want to staple her lips closed and roll over and go back to bed. We got up late, she was a dawdling, breakfast was a negotiation and so was what to wear (wait, its almost always a negotiation about the clothes but thats beside the point). I thought that it would be a brilliant idea to tie a bandanna over my hair that rather feels like it has been lightly coated in baby oil because I didnt have time to shower but it wouldnt work so I slapped a hat on my head and hoped that I was able to pull it off as me looking cute somehow.

Work lasted FOREVER - and God, I am so sick of databases. Thats all I do - input data into freaking excel spreadsheets I swear. If it wasn't for my boss sitting at her desk behind me and cussing up a blue streak from time to time (ok, and the fact that if I don't do the work I will have to go back to jail) I would never want to come here. As it is however, my boss amuses me and so do the older geezers that come into the visitors center to try and take a peek down her top when she isn't looking.

Tomorrow thank heavens is Friday and I might even be going out... to a bar with people and music and dancing and wow, act like an adult. Will wonders never cease?
Curvaliscious :: 4:23pm - 05.15.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 0 ]

And then I fall, just a little more...

On Wednesday, Geek Boy stayed here with Snuggs to take her to the library and spend some time with her while my mom, Lee and I had appointments with our therapist. I came home, late and tired to find this leaning on my pillow:



The story inside, is as follows...
(oh, but before you go further, you may want to read this entry)

One cold afternoon, a mitten sat atop a fence post. "Sir!" Mitten called out. A man bustled by with a basket overflowing with laundry.

"Something is falling out of your..." and there on the ground lay a single sock.

Sock barely stood up before a bunch of school kids trampled on him. "Are you okay?" Mitten yelled down. "Oh, I am used to being walked on" Sock said with a cheerful voice. "Hey, what are you doing up there by yourself?"

"I used to be part of a pair," Mitten sadly said "now I am alone... and lost" "Wow," said Sock "I guess I am am too."

Mitten jumped off the fence post "Without my right mitten," she said "I am just a left." Sock was neither a left or a right but he knew what she meant. "We've got to find our other halves." he said.

As they set off through the park, Mitten covered her nose. "Whats wrong?" Sock asked. "I hate to break this to you Sock, but you don't smell so good."

All of a sudden, Mitten was caught, flipped, and flung through the air. She landed in the trash. "Hey! What are you doing in there?" Sock called

Sock pushed and pushed until the garbage can fell over. Mitten tumbled out, brushed herself off and grumbled. Sock wrinkled his nose "Now who doesn't smell so good?"

By now Mitten was cold, dirty and downright annoyed. They passed a grocery store and then a pet store. Sock stopped in the front of a laundromat.

It was closed but he had an idea. "Lets sneak in and get clean." Mitten shrugged and followed.

"Wow" they both whispered in awe. The shiny machines towered above them like skyscrapers. "To bad we don't have any money" said Mitten. "Don't worry" said Sock and he wiggled under a dryer.

Four quarters shot out. Sock emerged smiling and covered with lint. Mitten couldn't help but giggle.

"Mitten! The water is perfect come on in!" Sock called as the he bobbed in the bubbles.

Even Mitten had to admit it looked pretty fun. She tested the water then eased herself into the warm soapy suds. The two played, splashing each other until DING! The wash cycle was done.

"We better get dry" Mitten said and she put a quarter in a dryer. They spun around and around "Yipeeeee!" Sock shouted.

But when Sock tumbled out, he was not only very dizzy, he had shrunk small enough to fit a baby doll. "You should have told me you were wool" Mitten muttered. They made their way out to the sidewalk. Sock was so tiny that he fell behind.

Suddenly two dogs jumped out from the corner and grabbed him. They tugged and pulled and stretched sock to ten times his size.

"Put down my friend!" yelled Mitten, charging back to the resue. The dogs were so surprised, they dropped sock and took off.

"I don't feel so good" Sock moaned. "What would you do without me?" Mitten sighed and threw him over her shoulder.

Mitten couldn't see where she was going and walked over a metal grate. She and sock fell through the holes. Down they tumbled, thumb over heel, through the darkness.

They landed on the subway tracks. Mitten started to cry "Now I will never find my other half." "Don't worry Mitten. We will be alright." Sock said.

"Oh no we won't!" Mitten shouted, pointing at the giant light bearing down on them.

The train zoomed over them and one of Mittens threads got caught on the undercarriage.

She unraveled into one very, very long piece of yarn. "I don't feel so good" Mitten said. "Don't worry Mitten, I am right here" said Sock. He gently gathered her up into a ball and hopped up the subway stairs.

After a lot of searching, Sock finally found a knitting store and snuck in. He grabbed a set of knitting needles and a good how-to book. "I'll fix you right up Mitten"

"This will never work" Mitten groaned and Sock kept knitting through the night to put his friend back together.

The sun was rising by the time Mitten saw her reflection in the hubcap. Sock wasn't the best knitter in the world, but despite all of her new lumps and bumps, she still looked like Mitten.

"You did great Sock!" said Mitten. "What are friends for?" Sock smiled.

They walked up to the department store window and looked inside it. Every sock, mitten and glove had a match. They all looked so happy but thats when Mitten realized something...

"After everything that we have been through, I think that we make the perfect pair" the two friends hugged and from then on they were

SMITTEN.

.................

How can I not adore Geek Boy when he does things like this?

*melts a little*
Curvaliscious :: 10:00pm - 05.10.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 2 ]

Text that why dontcha?

Ah, modern day inventions. Take, for example the cell phone. Texting capabilities that allow me to pass electronic notes to my daughter in class. Shhh, hide em from the teacher!

Often, Lee will text me while she is sitting in classes. Because she has an 87% overall this term [puffs out chest with pride] and is on the honour roll again [thats my girl!] I tend to overlook the fact that she is supposed to be paying attention and, ya know, stuff.

Today was no exception...

Ya I am sitting the hall bored :S

Go to class dumbass

I have no class, we had a trip to go and play sports and me and three other people did not go so we just have a spare today

*me, thinking about why in the hell she would have sports anywhere when she doesnt take gym and wondering why I didn't know about said trip?!?*

Oh, well in that case, pick your nose and smear them greeners on the wall. Booger eater baby snot face. [yea, I am 8]

LOL but i'm reading, its much more ethical

Screw ethical. Be a rebel dammit and make me proud.

lol I am usually but that just makes me dirty

*horrified*

[Pokes eyes out with a sharp stick] Oh God, thanks for sharing you maniac

lol your weird

Heh. So? Your my kid so that makes you... what? Normal?

I guess not, normal is for lame people anyways

Dang straight. Did you actually laugh out loud at the booger text and make people look at ya?

LOL ya, really hot guys even

.....................

Yea, after that last text, and having already read text #7 above, I am thinking that perhaps I need to tone down on the texting during school hours lest I give the wee beastie some ideas... she is my daughter after all and that simply can't be good. I would have been all over that like white on rice at her age.

Just sayin.

Curvaliscious :: 4:15pm - 05.09.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 1 ]

Smitten

Quite some time ago (in mid March I think actually) Geek Boy and I had a conversation about how I "had all his mittens". Mittens? What the hell I have all his mittens?!? A play on words, which is common in our home, he was saying that I had all of his affection because he was (and is) smitten with me. "I have Geek Boy's MITTENS!" I would announce on msn but he, of course, had only one or two of mine. I wasn't giving away my mittens. No siree. No mittens for anyone.

Then I started to fall. One quiet (and sometimes perhaps not so quiet) moment at a time. He moved himself into my life slowly and patiently because, like a deer, I needed to be approached softly and with patience. I dated other men. He focused on me. I pushed him away and told him to go, that I wasn't ready. I had nothing for him. He came back and said that he was waiting.

And he did.

Then one day, as I was going about my life happy and content, he came over and I realized that he had made his way into my heart and not only that, I wanted, no, I needed him in my life even for a little while. I needed to see where this would go. I needed to BE with him. I still push him away from time to time and he gives me my space but he always comes back. I don't think that I want him to go at all anymore, really.

I introduced him to my family. To the daddy to end all daddies. The daddy who knows, at first sight a man who is good and true and one who is not. "If my daddy doesnt like you, we are over" I said to Geek Boy, then informed him that my parents would be over in half an hour. Nothing like giving him some preperation time... I am nice that way. My daddy loved him and likes him even more as time goes on. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had second thoughts just because it seems astounding to me that my father was even capable of liking anyone that came near his baby and grandbabies again. God, given the recent past who could blame him?

So, Geek Boy holds my heart in his hands and he treats it gently. I am learning, one step at a time what it is like to be who I really am and still be loved. I am learning how love can grow slowly instead of suddenly just being there, without the right questions asked or without slowing down and having hesitations. Love isn't like that... it grows a tiny bit at a time, sometimes in the darkest corners where you didn't think that anything could grow. I didn't know this. How did I miss this truth after 36 years of living? Maybe because I have never truly loved? I am blind?

It doesn't matter. What matters now is that Geek Boy has my heart... not all of it, I am not ready for that but certainly some of it and I am willing to bet that eventually, should things continue as they are, I am going to learn what true love was meant to be and maybe, if *I* am lucky, how to give him all of my heart.






Curvaliscious :: 11:08pm - 05.08.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 0 ]

Ugh.



This winter has been filled with illness for me. Bronchitis twice that lasted a month each time. No fevers though, until this past Friday when it hit 102 and stayed there until a day ago. I think that this morning is the first time that I havent woken up with it being at least 101. I feel considerably better but I am physically very tired. It all started last week. Wednesday night had me writhing in bed with what felt like horrendous post period cramps in my back. By morning they had passed somewhat although remained bothersome throughout the day at work. I didn't really think much about it simply because, well, that time of the month was looming and its not overly unusual for me to feel off a few days before. That night we had parent teacher interviews at Lees school and before we were finished, Snuggs was in tears over a stomach ache - a sure sign that if we weren't careful, vomit was going to fly and fly it did. All over the car, the parking lot at Shoppers Drug Mart, the front lawn of our house and finally in the upstairs toilet. She slept the rest of the night but I kept her home from school the next day.

By Friday night I had a fever of 102 and a migraine. Both stayed all weekend long until by Sunday night I was in tears from the pain in both my back and my head. Monday morning saw me waddling over to the hospital in my jammies to see a doctor. Turns out there is blood in my urine and I have a lovely kidney infection. Antibiotics and plenty of rest later I almost feel human today although I am so, so tired. The last two nights I have soaked my pajamas, the sheets and through a feather duvet with my sweat while feeling like I am freezing cold. This from a person that can stand in the middle of the sun in Central Mexico in the middle of the jungle and barely break a thin layer of sweat.

I believe that I am finally over the worst of it although there will be a short period of recovery given the fact that I lost 10 pounds during the first 4 days of being sick. I can only assume that I have lost more given the fact that I haven't really eaten anything solid aside from picking at things here and there since Wednesday last week. I am having pancakes for lunch today and that will be the first real solid foods I have eaten in more than a week. I feel tired because I wasn't sleeping well at night - tossing and turning over the pain, coughing and that lovely headache. I have a doctors appointment this afternoon that I will have to go to but after that I am going to take it easy for a few more days, let my body recouperate and hopefully be right as rain by Monday.
Curvaliscious :: 1:28pm - 05.08.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 0 ]

Family



This week has taught me a valuable lesson about family... and the way that anyone can be "family" without biological relationships or the fact that you grew up together. Sometimes, family is comprised of a collection of various individuals who come into your life and touch you in ways that you cannot ignore and one day you are with them and realize that they are more than you friend, they are your blood. Your family.

I met Frankie 6 years ago at a playgroup that we both brought our daughters to. The instant that I met her, I knew that she was going to be my friend forever. If there was ever anyone in my life that I knew during past lifetimes it was her. From that day forward, it was always Frankie and Curvaliscious. If someone saw one of us without the other, they always asked where the other partner in crime was. I was pregnant when I met her and she cried with me when I learned that my baby was dead when I was 14 weeks pregnant and held my heart in her hands when, a week after I had my D&C the other woman in the group who was two weeks further along in her pregnancy said to me "Oh wow, now look whos bigger!" in reference to her belly because I had always been showing more than she was... not realizing that I had lost the baby. She supported me when I left Mr. X and holds me upright when I think that I can't cope any more.

Our daughters are almost the same age - in fact, they get to be the same age for around a month out of the year. They are best friends... and best enemies. Their antics cause Frankie and I to look at each other and dread the teenage years when they will most likely be consipiring against us.

Frankie and I had a huge fight this week... the fourth in our friendship and actually didn't speak for several days which never happens. I posted about it here but I erased it because even though she doesn't have the internet (in fact, she never uses it) I don't want to ever say anything here because I share my life with the world when I am on this blog. When I don't have Frankie in my life, I feel like she is dead. I have lost people that I love deeply and the mourning for her is the same. Its like my heart starts to hurt and I can't function anymore. Simply put, while I could live without Frankie (we survive everything but our last breath after all) my life would simply not be as rich and as filled with laughter as it is with her in it.

She is my family. My best friend. My confidant, my inspiration, my sometimes irritation, my sounding board, the one and only person that is guaranteed to be totally honest about whether or not my ass looks fat in those jeans or if I have something funky stuck in my teeth. "You have egg on your chin" she says if my zipper is undone and uses words like jimjams and calls them toe-ma-toes instead of tomatoes. She can swear the most amazing cuss words through a smile when she is driving and wants to look like she is being polite, and make me laugh until I pee. We talk about everything and everyone but it never goes further than ourselves. She talks with the most delicious scottish accent and gets roaring mad if anyone dares to question her about whether or not she is *truly* scottish or just putting one on. Heaven forbid you ever say anything about me because her words will cut you up like razors. "Never EVER talk about my best friend do you understand me?" she says. I know that no matter what, she will always, always have my back like I will have hers. If I could find this feeling with a man (perhaps its still coming Geek Boy, in time) then I will believe in soul mates and believe me, I am pretty damn cynical.

Like Geek Boy would say: "I can't breathe without you... you are my air" Thats my love for Frankie. She is like my air.


Curvaliscious :: 11:03pm - 05.02.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 0 ]

*sigh*

The problem with ranting, especially over something like you very bestest friend deciding to go wonky is that you stay mad for a few days, then end up hip deep in mourning. She has sent her child to be taken care of by someone else and hasn't called me in three days. I don't know whether to ride it out, suck it up and pretend that I am somehow sorry for something I didnt do or what. I can't remember ever being sadder over the loss of a friend... permanant or temporary. Frankie is my soul mate and it destroys me that she can't see that her daughter is perhaps being overly sensitive or has misunderstood a situation. It makes me want to scream that she won't listen to me, give us the benefit of the doubt. It hurts me and angers me beyond measure that she told her kid not to play with mine at school. It bothers me so much in fact, that I have brought Snuggs with me to work just because I am so fucking pissed off that she would stoop to such a low blow.

I am tired. I am tired of losing everyone that I love - even temporarily. I am tired of not being heard, of being walked on. I am tired of thinking that maybe, finally, I am getting ahead only to be shoved back 10 steps... especially by those that know just how hard things can be for me. I have a mountain of dept because of Mr. X that I cannot file bankrupsty over - to the tune of around $150,000.00. I will never again be able to own my own home, hold a savings account in my own name or have RRSPs. I can't put away money in any form to pay for the education of my children because the government can swoop in and take all of it. I am facing a pending divorce action that I just *know* is going to get messy... very, very messy because Mr. X isnt capable of it being any other way. The charges from Lee against Mr. X are going to spring up quickly and then I will be coping not only with my emotions but hers as well. Following that will most likely be the domestic violence charges. Oh, and of course we can't forget the fact that he is eligable for parole in August. God, with everything else I can't cope with the fact that he is on the streets if he gets out this soon.

I am entirely too tired emotionally to deal with any of this. Is it to much to ask that I have a support system here with me that can look past the bravado, the false front and see that I am *not* doing ok? I feel like I am headed for another breakdown - hospital stay here I come. I just want to be better for awhile. I want to have smooth sailing for a bit without illness, stress, mental issues, people fucking with my life. I want to just have some time to figure out my attack plan, determine how to cope etc. Is that too much to ask?
Curvaliscious :: 10:38am - 05.01.08 :: Talk to me, darlings! [ 2 ]