Can You Remember This ONE Thing, Please?

I'm scared. In two weeks from today, Saturday, July 12th, it will be my 5th wedding anniversary. Over the past month I have drilled mentioned a few times the date to Balla with the hopes that he will remember and do something special. I'm afraid he is going to forget. Forget like he forgot Mother's Day or the few other things he's forgotten over the past year. I'm afraid of getting my feelings hurt because this time it will hurt worse than it has hurt in a long time and I don't want to feel that way again. He's a great guy, really, and I love him with all my heart and soul, but forgetting something this big even a great guy with a shitty memory needs his legs broken with a baseball bat to see someone "special". He would definately deserve everything I threw at him...words and all.

I go all out for him. I should be the man. I know what he likes and dislikes in pretty much every facet of his life but when it comes to me, he knows nothing and does not take the time to even ask. Five years is a long time to be married and still not know what a person's likes and dislikes are to the point where you cannot go out and buy them something without asking.

What would I do? What would I say? How in the hell would I recover if he forgot such a milestone in our life especially since this is the anniversary that we have discussed, in detail, for the past few years? We have been through SO MUCH over the past 5 years that I am hoping, praying (which I do NOT pray) that he remembers. To forget would be a tragedy and just might put me over the edge that I have been teetering on now for the past few months. Mother's Day was one thing, not bringing back anything from deployment, trivial (a shot glass????) and just not doing anything at all for me for the past 2 YEARS for my birthday...I just hope he remembers OUR day.

I'm not a hard person, really. I don't ask for much. But I do ask that you remember me...when it's important.

TTFN,

Mama Roho

Temporarily Insane Mom of Four

I never thought for a HOUR MINUTE SECOND that life with four rowdie precious children would be so hard and demanding. Trying to keep these people entertained 24/7 has been a job in itself. They definately keep ME entertained. Let's take this picture for instance...



That is my nephew James. He is 10yrs old and weighs in at 135lbs. What in the HELL was he thinking when he decided to put this thing over his head??? Max weight on one of these things is 40lbs! The age on the package is 3-5!! I swear. Children!

In the end, I think I must have lost my mind when I volunteered my free time to take in an extra child for a month. But who can resist cousinly love like this?




TTFN,

Mama Roho

Friends...Can't Live With Them...Can't Live Without Them!

I am the one who answers the phone at 2am when someone needs to chat because they are drunk, in emotional pain, or just need someone to talk to. I am the one who everyone else turns to when they need that friend to vent to just because I am here and really have nothing else to do. I am the one that puts myself out there FOR the venting and the phone calls and really, honestly, I do NOT mind, not one bit. I was put on this earth to help and that is what I do...at least I THINK that is what I do.

Some days I think that the more I say, the more advice I give, the more people ignore it. Some days I think that when I talk, it is to a brick wall and brick walls, well, they do not talk back! Some days I think I would be better off ignoring the venting friend because it puts me smack dab in the middle of drama that I do not want to be involved in. Some days I think that some people THRIVE on drama like it was their way to breathe. Well guess what? Drama sucks the life right out of you.

What is my point. Hmmm...good question. My point would be that first of all, for a woman, it is really hard to find other women that you can actually stand to be in the same room with. Once you find women you can tolerate, it is equally hard, if not harder, to make FRIENDS with those women because women are catty bitches. Women tend to "click" and once they "click" they bond and once they bond it is hard to break that bond and join that "click". IF you can break that bond just a little bit and nudge your way in to that "click", it is really hard to find that ONE person you can call best friend. Shit, even if you get in, it's hard to find someone you can call your GOOD friend! Sometimes it is even hard to STAY once you get in. It is like trying to join a group with dues...there is always SOME price to pay.

I believe there is a reason why each and every person enters and exits your life. A while back a high school friend of mine found something and posted it on myspace and I stole borrowed it from her. It makes complete sense especially when thinking about your friends, what they really mean to you and what they mean to your life. I know when I first read it I thought, 'I could have written this myself.' It is my thoughts, in a blog, EXACTLY.

So, humor me, my stalkers, and read the passage below. Remember that everyone comes into your life for a reason and they leave for a reason as well. It might hurt when they leave, but maybe it is what is right. You may THINK you want them to leave, but maybe this is a time you need to grow together and learn. Patience is a virtue...

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

With that said, I want to thank you all for being a part of my life, whether you are a reason, a season or a lifetime.

TTFN,

Mama Roho

Race...ism...ist...Virginia...Whatever. Call Me/It What You Will

I have 3 beautiful children and a wonderful husband that put up with my shit crap stuff day in and day out. And with the exception of about 10-12 days out of the month, I am a fairly stable, harmless, happy, but opinionated woman…except for lately. I do not know if it is because of this STATE and the MISERABLE people I have run into since moving here in 2002 or if it is because I am just getting older and finally finding my roots (yeah right), but I have found myself becoming more and more profoundly racist as the months drag by and I HATE it! Let’s take today for a really horribly perfect example!

I was on my way home from somewhere, can’t remember where because I was so pissed off afterwards I forgot where I was coming from, on the phone with Mrs. Paruser idly chatting about who knows what in my own lane. (Let’s set this up.) On the road there are TWO left turn lanes…one that goes straight once you turn and one that goes right into Wal-Mart once you turn…I was in the straight left turn lane because I CLEARLY wanted to go HOME! DUH! Well I guess someone in the RIGHT TURN Wal-Mart lane wanted to do the same (not go to my house, but go straight!) and decided it would be cool to try to come into my lane while I was turning and then had the BALLS COOKIES to honk their horn and throw their hands up in the air like I was in the wrong! HELLO! I was in my lane and YOU wanted to get over AFTER you turned, asshat! Anyway, I was hot because I don’t use my air and irritated because I had already had another “encounter” earlier so I told Mrs. Paruser to pardon my French because I was about to get vulgar. So, while said person was throwing his hands in the air at me, I yelled a horrible racist remark at him and flipped him off! That just is NOT me! I mean COME ON!!!! I do NOT resort to stuff like that! Well, I use my middle finger, but NEVER comments like that!!! Oy. I am officially a Racist Bitch. :(

So, I do not feel like myself. I feel like I am living in a world of fake people. Like my brother-in-law said, I should not feel like I have to keep my feelings inside when I am mad just because I am afraid of getting shot or stabbed! HA! (I know, easy for him to say. He lives in Arkansas in the middle of nowhere!) I guess my point is, I rant and rant about racism and how it is horrible and there I was, spewing out that nasty word…with my damn windows down. I could have been shot!

Directions Please!

Ever wonder why a man always fails to take the extra minute to read the directions? How about why said man scratches his head trying to figure out what he did wrong BECAUSE he didn't read said directions? Let me just say that our little deck project is turning in to a nightmare because said man is NOT reading the FULL instructions.

We are building a deck to attach our pool to our current deck. Not TOO complicated, but it involves angles and other stuff. When we started, I pulled a "man" and couldn't find the instructions so we cut the boards the wrong size for 3 out of the 4 sections and had to recut them. Luckily they were too LONG so we could just cut them shorter. :) Well today, he was laying blocks for the posts and he layed them all out nice and pretty and level. He then set guts on top of the blocks to make sure the blocks were layed out the right way. Everytime he set the guts on top of the leveled blocks, the guts wouldn't connect, he'd have to relevel them and he just couldn't figure out why! So, I went and got the directions...what a damn good concept...and read them. Right there, plain and simple, it says to lay out 4 blocks, level them, put up posts, level them, cut posts, attach guts and continue with the next section! DUH!!! No wonder the sections weren't lining up! Your dumb ass wasn't reading the directions!

Lesson of the day: Directions are good for the man-soul! READ THEM FIRST!!!

TTFN,

Mama Roho

Copy Cat!

I decided that since everyone else has one that I would get one too! Imagine that! I have silly, random things to say most days, why not keep them here with a link on my website that way people aren't FORCED to read them! They can read them if they WANT to instead! HAHA!!! Some days my rantings can be quite the annoyance and extrememly random, but I have to get them out or I will explode. I mean I live in a house with children, animals and, well, children and animals. ;) I guess you could say I have no one to talk to except a computer screen because I am too much of a chicken to pick up the phone and call one of my MANY friends on my contacts list I KNOW I can count on to lend me an ear. Guess it is just because of all the times I have done that and been slammed. :( Not a fun feeling.

Anyway, this is the start of my blogs. Hopefully I can keep up with them. It would be nice to keep them up to date and keep my nonsense out of control on a different board other than my mommy board! DOH!

Till later!

TTFN,

Mama Roho