Sleep talking

There are a few things that David does that make me laugh. One of these things is when he talks in his sleep. This has gone on for years. In the beginning he would talk in Spanish. He was working for Verizon Wireless and was able to talk through an entire phone sale in Spanish in his sleep. He would also give me step by step directions as to how to put a car stereo together. We are talking taking the thing apart, setting it up and re-installing. I always thought I would be able to get some good dirt from him during these times, but seriously? I don't speak a lick of Spanish-who am I fooling.
So then in police academy he would rattle off penal and vehicle codes that he studied for tests and drill. That was boring, although they were finally in a language I understood. And I could correct him if he was wrong. I guess at this time in life, I felt like I was smart. Little did I know what was in store for me....
This morning, the boys crawled in bed with me to wake me up and then left. This movement was just enough to get David talking. He reached over and grabbed my leg and asked, "Are you here?". Usually following that he says I love you and back to sleep he goes. This time he asked me, "What do you know about this call?". I told him that a 3 and 5 years old were beaten and their Mom was UTL (unable to locate). I thought this was funny, but he didn't even answer me. Either he caught himself or he didn't hear me.
This was weird in a couple ways. Obviously is he is grabbing a co-workers leg, that is something we need to address. Second, is you ask a question about a call, don't blow off the answer. He is the one to come home and complain no one helps him at work, but maybe he is making up stories.
I wonder what the next day will bring. As long as he doesn't start his arrest and control techniques with his sleep talking I think I will be safe.

Killers

This morning when I woke up I did what I always do. I made coffee, checked email, made breakfast for the boys and got the newspaper. As we sat down to eat, I flipped through the paper. As I was doing this, I noticed the title: Visalia man arrested after girl dies of a head injury. Then I looked at the picture. I had to catch my breath. The guy accused of this murder, was the brother to David's old co-worker in Farmersville. I sat there for a few minutes looking at the picture of Ryann Jones, brother to Farmersville PD cop, Kenny Jones.
Kenny dated my sister in law for about a year, so David and I went to several events with this guy, Ryann. How strange that it was now close to home. He always seemed to be a personible guy, but apparently had some issues under neath it all. I walked into the bedroom and told David the news. He blew it off and went back to sleep.
I still can't believe that someone would have such a temper to take the life of a 3 1/2 year old. Everytime these things happen, I feel like I should be doing something. What could I do, what could society do, to remedy these types of situations. There have been so many lately in the news, there needs to be possibly more eduction on the subject in high school or more counseling progrmas to help disturbed individuals.
Then I got to thinking, Kenny used to beat his little boy like no ones business for being naughty (or acting like a child), which sometime, yes it's necassary, but not always. I wonder then, if there were issues within the household that would lead up to this type of behavior. Sometimes it's learned and sometimes it's a result of soemthing else, like drug use, etc.
So as I sit here, I wonder how many people that I deal with on a regular basis have these problems. It makes me want to lock my kids in the house and not have any outside contact with anyone. I'm cynical, right?

Bad night

We have a really bad night about once every couple months were I want to turn in one or both of my children to the local hospital or police department or "safe" haven because I feel like I will loose it. I am not sure that this happens to everyone, but assume it does. I enjoy talking to the honest Mother's who admit these feelings and talk openly about similar experiences.
This afternoon, Quinten looses it, which has actually happened for the last couple days. I have trained him to go directly to his room and lay on his bed until he can get it together and return to reality. He did this and laid in his bed for about 1/2 an hour, so I was able to get the vacuuming done and clean the living room. Gavin was the good child and went outside and picked up the dog poop in the backyard, which in turn scored him $1-which is huge for a 5 year old.
Somewhere between then and dinner time, he became demon possessed. The first thing he did was yell at Quinten and I, calling us "Liars". I tried to calmly resolve this situation, until he started laughing at me. Straight to my face, laughing like I was telling him a joke. Boy, I yanked that kid out of his seat and the demons some how switched over to me. I waked him a couple good ones while yelling, "Move your hand". I was pretty sure I impacted his life, until.....
He came back to the table and started arguing about how he was right and blah, blah, blah. I tried to stay calm this time as well and I did, relatively speaking. Gavin had a fit about something and started whining. Whining to a parent is torture. I feel like ripping my kids tongues out when they whine. So I send him back to his room, where he has a mental breakdown and cries loud enough for the neighbors to hear for about 5 minutes. Finally he comes out when he is done. I ask him to not talk and eat his food.
By this time, Quinten and I are both done with our meals. This whole ordeal started at 5:30 and it is 7:15, and he is still at the table eating his bowl of soup. In between David calls me and tells me to relax, apparently he has never had the kids on one of these nights. I have already given Gavin the heads up to the remainder of the night. He will finish all his food, be thrown in the shower and go straight to his room, where he will finish his night. I am not going to let his issue take hours off my life. There is just a time in every woman's life, when enough is enough.

Tanning revalation

It is about that time to be tanned. It is warming up outside and my legs couldn't be any whiter. I hate being the girl in line with the white legs when everyone else has color, so I cheaat. I go to the booth. I have done this for years and I admit that I have gone overboard in the past doing it year round (that was pre-marriage when I was still trying to look impressive).
So I go in to sign up for a month and in walks a guy. I look at him, as the attendant acknowledges him. Then he turns around. It was a guy I worked with many years ago at Weinstocks. He was a really good friend of mine. I look at him and say, "Oh my goodness". He looks at me and smiles and says, "Melissa!". Apparently he knew what I have been doing for the last 10 years, which surprised me, but whatever. We talked for about 2 minutes and I got a quick run down and he was off to his booth. He is one of those body builder guys that tans....but don't judge, he is straight.
While I laid in my booth I got to thinking. He hadn't seen me in my larger size packaging and with the wrinkles that had found me over the years. He must have been amazed that one individual could age so much in that little time, when he looked exactly the same.
As I picked this run-in apart, I started to realize that although I am not happy with my outter appearance, the only thing that really matters is what's on the inside. I am still the same person. And the way I look to others isn't as important as how my husband sees me, which, all in all is the only person that I want to be attractive for. I guess I have figured out that I have an inner piece and even when I am trying to loose weight and make myself happy with my appearance, I am still the same Melissa that will always be loud and love to make people laugh. What a revalation I had, huh? Amazing what one little thing does to a person.

Keeping up

I feel like since I am going into a career that requires primping and a "certain" look, I have to keep up.
I have been trying to work on my body, for the last 5 years, with no avail. We won't depress ourselves with my drama and skip that topic all together.
Right now, I am looking at my busted up nails and realizing that no one is gonna give me a shot until I can get these nails looking presentable. I love having fake nails. I used to get them just to look like a woman when I wore a uniform. Now I like them because they complete my look. I have taken pride recently in being more "put together". There aren't as many sweats being worn around (outside the house)and when I leave the house, my hair and make up are done (not always well, but done). I recently had my hair bleached out and last Saturday added some blue to the sides. I love it, but David is still getting used to it. I have had a lot of compliments actually, which I didn't think would happen. There is an age limit to these things. Maybe I haven't reach it yet.
So the next thing in my beauty day is the booth. Yes my friends. I would live in the tanning booth if it was available, but until then I will stay my 15 minutes at a time. I have been asking around and was told to go to Pelican Beach Tanning at Champlain and Perrin. I can't wait. I have accelerators sitting in the closet from last year and I am itching to smear them on. I realize that tanning makes you look older, so I am going to make a conscious effort to keep my ace out of the booth itself.
Then I am planning a short trip to Marshall's. I know, it's a step down from Macy's. The last time I went to Macy's, I felt like it wasn't worth my time. The shoes sucked and it was full of snobby woman who believe that each isle belongs to them. Sorry Honey, these isle are public property and I need my space. Don't crowd the shopaholic.
I realize that I don't really deserve these things. I do, however, think that keeping my normal responsibilities around the house and adding school, takes a toll on my body, as well as my patience. I realize that David works hard, in fact he didn't get home until 6am this morning. My morning has been delayed because of this, but really how mad can I get. He is the only person who brings in money. What's that quote, "Beggars can't be choosers"?
I know this has nothing to do with my "beauty", but Quinten is sitting next to me on the couch snuggling. He has one of his hands up my shirt sleeve and is rubbing my arms and patting me. Ahh, I love this day!

Finger waves

This week in beauty school we learned finger waves and pin curls. It was a challenging week. Finger waves are very tricky and it's almost a talent that you either have or you don't. I am not sure if I have it or not. The instructor, Geneva, told me that I have it, but that my waves are a little more like ski slopes then waves in the hair. You know me though, go big or go home. If it ain't tacky or original, I don't want to be involved. So I put my own personal touch to it and made it mine. I loved it. I took pictures, but I haven't figured out how to transfer from phone to computer yet.
So, was it a good week, yeah. I enjoyed myself. I was tired this week. I am feeling it, that and the fact that I did sit ups this week and my abs are sore. So I will hopefully post the pictures of Dolly (I renamed her).

Extreme makeover

I don't usually watch Extreme Home Makeover on Sundays because I cry the whole time. So it was no exception this Sunday. I debated watching it at all, but wanted to watch since it was the "Fresno" edition.
I sobbed from the time I turned the channel and watched the children cry and show their love for their Mom and express their support and admiration for her.
While the show was on, Gavin approached me and told me that there was something important he had to tell me. As he approached me and saw tears rolling down my face he quickly got a concerned look on his face. He hugged me and asked me why I was crying. I told him the show was sad and that's why I was crying. He responded with, "Well, why don't you turn it off?". He is such a boy. I then explained the happy/sad crying emotion, which is still a little over his head. He decided to leave me in my sadness and go to play with his Transformers.
It was a lovely show and the house turned out beautifully. The exterior color, not so much, but what can you do. The inside was awesome and the family truly deserve it. I hope they can reap the benefits of the house and continue to be thankful to the community and ABC for their efforts.

a new habit

I have started something new this week and I am very excited about it. I have started to excersise. This used to be one of my favorite things before the boys came along. I had a very strict regimen of running, stair master and weight training. Looking back now I was proud of my body, even though I wasn't then (funny how that works). So in order to get back to where I was, I know it's gonna be a lot of work. And I know that a two mile walk isn't the biggest deal at the moment, but you gotta start somewhere.
So I walk around my neighborhood and the neighborhoods surrrounding with my wiener, Klyde and I listen to my I-pod. Yesturday I walked over a subdivision past Fort Washington Golf Course and walked through this neighborhood of amazing houses. They were absolutely beautiful. They had nicely manicured lawns and fancy decore in the front. You know when you are completely distracted? This was one of thsoe times for me. I walked through and totally forgot I was excersising. I was getting a lot of crazy looks and now when I think about it, I really didn't fit in wearing my sweats and baseball hat with sunglasses. I am surprised that the cops didn't show up and interogate me for possible "casing" the area.
So, I am proud of myself for getting out there and self motivating myslef to do something about my fat ass and trying to work to make it a slightly toned one.

FUN!!

I just want everyone to know how much I LOVE beauty school! So what that I am hella old and and in a trade school! I had so much fun Saturday. I watched makeup being put on Marie, nails put on Martha and Marie had her hair colored...purple! It was so fun! I tried to study the whole time, but obviously if you know me...that didn't happen. I talked to everyone! Even tweeker barbie turned out to be really nice. I put eyeliner on Eric, who looks very metro-sexual, but turns out to be straight. Just for the record, he looked like a rockstar! I don't want to brag, but did a good job..ha ha! So next week is men's hair design. We learn how to work the clippers and stuff. I think it's two weeks when hair coloring comes into play. Watch out.... I am a closet freak that loves crazy wildness!! I may have some color that will make the old ladies in church hold their purses alittle tighter!