Happy Birthday Daddy!

Yes, today is my dad’s birthday. I’d love to throw him a party…  but he’s already at the greatest celebration EVER.

My dad passed away 3 years ago tomorrow, only 3 hours after he had turned 84. I love my dad with ALL MY HEART and then some. I miss him more than that. I wish so badly that he was still here with us. We would be creating so many more AWESOME memories together.

I have so many fun memories of him that I couldn’t pick my favorite if I had to. Although this isn’t in the Top 10, it’s one I thought about the other day. When I was younger my room was always a mess. Clothes laying all over the floor, junk piled up everywhere.

Total disaster!

My parents were always telling me to clean my room. Anyway, one day he told me that if I didn’t clean my room he was going to back his truck up to my window and haul everything off. At the time he was not happy. (Neither was I.)

Now? I think it’s hilarious!

I’m so glad I can look back on my life with him and smile. As much as I want him here with us, I wouldn’t dream of taking him back now. I know he’s the happiest he’s ever been!

So today, I celebrate my dad’s birthday. We may not have cake and ice cream, or wear hats or hang streamers, but we’re having an all-out party in my heart!

I love you Daddy! I look forward to seeing you again one day! xoxo

I won’t take long. I promise.

It won’t be ugly either. I promise that too.

Let the crying begin…..~sniff~  I want to post something here every day. And yeah, I want it to be really good, ya know?? I want people to come visit this blog and be glad they did. Here’s my problem-some days I just feel boring. ~sniff~ Like I don’t have anything to say, especially not anything fun or exciting. Especially lately.

I started this blog as a way to bring awareness to non-custodial moms, to let people know that we’re not all the stereotypical druggie, unfit types. Some moms, like me, sacrifice what they want for what their kids want. I never wanted my boys to leave, but they wanted to get to know their dad. How could I take that away from them? Just because their dad and I want to strangle each other don’t get along, doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t have a relationship with him. Letting them go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Living with it has been the second hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Yeah, it really sucks. And for the third time in the history of my blog I’m going to say “IT SUCKS GOAT TESTICLES!” If I had known what all I would go through because of it, I would’ve thought longer and harder.  So, I don’t have all the daily musings of raising children to write about. In fact, I’m usually doing the same ol’, same ol’…. being the Queen of Denial. I act like them being gone doesn’t bother me and that I don’t think about them alllll the time (sometimes my acting isn’t all that great) but really it does. And I do. I’m so thankful my boys are healthy and happy. I just miss them sooo much!!

So if a day or two goes by and I’m not blogging, it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to. I’m probably just off in my little la-la Yankee Wife land….

Now Twitter has come into my life. I found and quickly followed all my bloggy friends. Then I followed some more, and then more, and then, oh, a little bit more. I keep up with all your tweets while I’m working. I tweet with you from my iPhone when I’m not. The addiction has begun. I’ve found so many new blogs that I read and I so want them to read me too!  But who is going to read a blog with no content? Who wants to com to my site and hear crickets chirping? And have to find their way through the cobwebs? And stroll past the skeletons? Now that I’m reading all your awesome blogs, I want mine to be awesome too!!! So thanks to you, YES YOU! I’m going to try to blog more often. Because I want to. Because I need to.

Thanks for lending your comfy shoulder, I’m feeling much better already.

P.S. By the way, I can be very fun and entertaining….

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SYNOPSIS (copied from here):

It’s a winter evening in Boston and the temperature has drastically dropped as a blizzard approaches the city. On this fateful night, Bernard Doyle plans to meet his two adopted sons, Tip the older, and more serious and Teddy, the affectionate dreamer, at a Harvard auditorium to hear a speech given by Jesse Jackson. Doyle, an Irish Catholic and former Boston mayor, has done his best to keep his two sons interested in politics, from the day he and his now deceased wife became their parents, through their childhoods, and now in their lives as college students. Though the two boys are African-American, the bonds of the family’s love have never been tested. But as the snow begins to falls, an accident triggers into motion a series of events that will forever change their lives.

This is at its very center, a novel about what truly defines family and the lengths we will go to protect our children. As she did in her bestselling novel Bel Canto, Patchett beautifully weaves together seemingly disparate lives to show how intimately humans can connect. Stunning and powerful, Run is sure to engage any Patchett fan and bring her even more admirers.

Because those sweet, precious babies that depend on you for EVERYTHING, suddenly turn into alien teenagers that hardly know you’re alive…. I should just be barely breathing at this point since I’m almost non-existent. ~gasp, choke, choke~

As you know I’ve been having this stupid phone battle with WS2. When we last talked in late January, I had asked him what he wanted to do for Spring Break. He told me he wanted to go to Galveston so we could go to Schlitterbahn. I told him I would make it happen.

About 3 weeks ago I sent an email to BH to verify pick-up times and dates for WS2′s Spring Break with me.  I kept waiting for a response, but never heard anything. So, again, (a little miffed) I sent him another email asking him to please let me know if the dates and times would work or if we needed to work around an activity of WS2′s. I waited again for a response but NOTHING. Now I’m irritated. It’s getting closer to Spring Break and I don’t even know what days he’ll be with me for sure. I call the house although I’m not sure why since “we don’t answer the home phone”. I called BH’s cell but it went straight to voicemail. I called BH’s work but the extensions had changed and I didn’t want to leave a message with someone else for him to call me. Then, and this will tell you how ticked off I was, I called SM’s cell phone. I got her voicemail saying that she was on vacation until March 8th. So I decided I’d wait until March 8th before making travel plans.

I finally got an email on March 6th from BH. He said that he had just gotten my email because he had been out of town. He also said that he would let WS2 and I make our Spring Break plans together when we talked tomorrow night (that would be my regular Sunday night call). I swear I must be psychic. (I do know that I’m really good at reading people and what they say or DON’T say). I told Moma that I had a feeling that he wasn’t going to come visit. Why else would BH say that? Otherwise he would’ve said that the dates were good or that we needed to move it around a day here and there.

So then I had to wait until Sunday night. (I just HATE having to wait for that kinda stuff! You know when someone says “I want to talk to you  later” and it just drives you insane having to wait for a freakin’ E.TERN.I.TY. to find out what they want to talk about.) Anyway, WS2 did answer my call. So I asked him “hey, what’s the deal for Spring Break?”

And he said (this is the part where parenting can suck goat testicles) that he wasn’t coming. Luckily I was mentally prepared for this since I’m a part-time psychic. He told me about all the plans he had with his friends that week. That left me to make a decision. Do I pull the parenting card out and say “no, you’re coming to visit with me in Galveston LIKE YOU SAID YOU WANTED, and LIKE I’VE ALREADY DRIVEN CROSS COUNTRY FOR” or I could let him stay and do the friend thing. Ugh.

As badly as I want him here with me for Spring Break, I do realize that he’s a teenager and wants to have fun with his friends. I can remember being that age and feeling the same way. So, I’m holding on to the mother card for now. I told him to stay and have fun.

That means this year will be an ADULTS ONLY Spring Break. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but an awesome next-best-thing!

I can’t wait til WS2 has kids of his own…… can you say “karma”???