They're callin' you a sickness, disease of the mind

Title is from The Criminal Kind from Hard Promises.

If only they would. I will never completely understand this bullshit this world has about not telling the truth after someone dies, unless the person is actually convicted of his crime...then we can't get enough of telling the truth.

It would be nice if people could actually say what they think. Michael Jackson was a FREAK. He was a child molester. He was NOT a good person. He should not be a legend. He was a performer like any other from the 80's who sang catchy songs!!! He was no different than any other forgotten celebrity from the 80's, except he was smart enough (or stupid enough) to create enough scandal to keep himself in the public eye. Seriously, an ICON??? So, in 10 years when someone says they were influenced by Brittany Spears, will she be an icon??? Comparing him to Elvis is about the stupidest thing I can think of. WHY??? Elvis really did create a new music. Jackson performed. Elvis pushed boundaries. Jackson was...a creep who grabbed his crotch and squealed WAY too often. He was disgusting.

As far as all the morons in this world who think he was innocent of child molestation, my great uncle was a child molester. He served NO jail time. If it was not for the fact that my great grandfather had money, he might have. Of course, my great uncle was convicted, but got house arrest. My great grandfather didn't have THAT much money. Do all of you people also think OJ was innocent too?? I guess if a jury doesn't convict you, you are innocent. Sure people... The very fact that he gave these people money (20 million dollars???) is proof enough for me.

Oh, but he was a father. Seriously? You really think that? Maybe by the fact that he ran the mother off with his money, but do you seriously think he was the FATHER of those children. Have you seen those children?

This man is being called a role model or an inspiration? He HATED himself. He took what he was (a cute little black kid) and turned himself into a MONSTER!! He obviously wanted to be white so he bleached his skin. His features were too African-American, so he changed them! What the hell??

People are making Jackson into something he never was. The only thing he was was a singer from the 80's...an average singer at that. It is all disgusting!

I got my own way of workin'

Well, almost 2 weeks ago, Martin and I decided to stop looking for bunk beds to buy for the kids and just build some ourselves. We bought all the wood and cut it all and then went in to the kids' room to take down Mara's loft tree bed. We discovered that the floor was wet. So, we opened up the wall and discovered a leak in the pipes to the shower. We decided that it would be better to go ahead and renovate their whole room instead of just taking down 1 wall. So, on Sunday, we started the demo. We had it pretty much done that night.

Now, two weeks later, it is so close to being done. Tuesday, I built the bunk beds by myself. They turned out really cool. The room still needs a second coat of wall paint and then all the trim needs to go up. After that, we have some shelving that needs to be painted and put back in there. I am also planning to build a large toy box for Marty with a bench seat on top of it for Mara.

The room was instantly warmer after putting in the insulation and the new windows. The poor kids used to only have 1 outlet in the entire room. Now they have 7.

It won't be too much longer before the kids are back in their room and out of sleeping in my living room.

All of this with my darling 3 month old sweetheart. She is such a darling. She actually falls asleep to the sound of the drill. She is definitely my baby.

Anyway..can't think of much else to say, just wanted to post again....

Don't really matter If she don't or if she do

The title lyrics this time are from Hometown Blues.

So, it has been a month since I had the time to update this blog. What a month this has been! Chris is now 5 weeks old, and I think she is about 8 pounds now. At least that is what the scale says when I get on it and weigh myself and then weigh with her and subtract. She doesn't go back to the pediatrician until the end of this month at 2 months old. From the amount that child eats, she should be 10 pounds by now. There are some days that she doesn't do anything other than eat with the occasional nap.

Chris is definitely my hold-me baby. She wants to be held about 20 hours a day. She hates to sleep without being held and only takes 1 nap in her bed each day. This means we sleep on the couch in the recliner part. I have tried to get her to feed in bed with me on our sides, but so far, she has refused. I am hoping that this is a skill she will learn later on and I will be able to sleep lying down again someday. Until then, I will enjoy her wanting me so much, and I hope that when she is older, she will still want me to hold her because the other two could care less if they even hug me everyday. I actually have to ask for hugs from them. They are both so independent. I still hug and kiss my mom every time I leave her and tell her I love her every time we get off the phone even if I am going to call her back in 10 minutes. Of course, I tend to do that with everyone in my family.

Overall, breastfeeding is going fantastic. She is definitely a booby monster, and that is okay with me.

Everything else is going great with my life. I am playing an awesome video game. It is one thing I can do while feeding her and holding her while she sleeps. Marty loves his sister but does act out occasionally...mostly towards his older sister. He apparently is taking it out on her stuff when she goes to her dad's for his weekend or when I can't do what he wants me to do because I am taking care of Chris. Mara is, as always, a wonderful big sister. She helps with Chris when I need a minute or with Marty when I can't help him right then.

The funniest thing happened tonight. Mara is 9 years old and will leave her garbage or her plate in the living room all the time. Marty is almost 3 and loves taking things to the garbage or to the kitchen. He loves to help. Well, tonight, Martin picked food up from Wendy's, and after we ate, of course, Mara left her garbage on the couch. Marty, dear boy that he is, starts cleaning the living room. He took his garbage and then went around finding other garbage that needed to be picked up. I called Mara in to the living room to point out that her 2-year-old brother was picking up after himself, and then he picked up her garbage too. Of course, every time he would pick up something, he would say "throw away?" Precious. He wanted to make sure I wanted it thrown away before he did it.

Today, when we went to the school to pick Mara up, the wonderful principal took Chris and held her for a few minutes. Chris just stared at him and smiled at him. You could tell that she has already, at 5 weeks old, wrapped him around her tiny little finger. He is an awesome principal, and I am glad that Mara will be in middle school before they move him. It is normally every 3 years, so I really, really hope that he has at least 1 more year after this one before he gets moved to another school. Every day, he comes out and gives hugs to Marty and my niece. He is a wonderful person. Everyone was talking about how they wished they had a camera to take a picture of how cute he was holding Chris.

Well, I shouldn't have stayed up to write this. Chris is actually sleeping right now which is really, really odd for her because normally between 10 pm and 2 am, she has to be attached to me. Martin was holding her and she fell asleep so he put her in her bed. She has stayed asleep for about an hour and a half. I figure as soon as I lay down horizontally, she will wake up, and we will have to move to the couch.

Anyway, so the point of the title is...it doesn't really matter if she sleeps or not, I still find a way not to sleep and then complain the next day that I am tired. At least, I am NOT playing my game tonight. If I had, I would be up until nearly time to get Mara up for school just because it is that addictive.

Well...good night...