Picnic

Saturday was the Fresno PD picnic at the Police Officers Range so our family went for several reasons. One was so David could hang out with guys from work, who he refuses to hang out with otherwise. The second reason was so we could have free BBQ served to us by the Chief and the other big wigs. And most importantly, so the boys could play in the bounce houses and slide down the waterslide bounce house.
We got there and, duh, it was hot as hell. We had to stand in the sun to get our food, but I got the boys snow cones to pass the time and cool them off. We ate and I took the boys to the bounce houses. David sat with his friends and chatted.
So, an hour later, I go look for my husband who is in the shade and has helped himself to ice cream and more drinks while I am standing in the sun watching our kids! Seriously? I approached him and "nicely" reminded him that our kids would like for him to watch them go down the giant waterslide. 20 minutes passed and he showed up. I shouldn't be mad about this still, but apparently I have some hidden anger about it.
So the boys play and we leave at about 2:30. We rush home, the entire time Gavin is throwing the loudest fit because he wanted ice cream. We had asked him three times before we left if he wanted ice cream and each time he said no. We get in the car and he wants it. So of course his crying gives David a headache and David gets impatient and starts yelling. Yeah, it was a great trip home. Good thing it was only 20 minutes.
David left to work and the boys took showers and played in the air conditioning. It was a nice night. I made shrimp with asparagus and garlic and we watched Finding Nemo. I fell asleep and Quinten rubbed my head.

MTV is serious business.

After dropping my kids off at VBS, I came home, ate and am now watching TV. I tried all my favorite channels, but one stood out. MTV has a show on right now called "True Life: I'm Placing my Baby for Adoption". I know MTV is for teenagers, but I like some of their shows lately.
After having kids and realizing the bond and love a parent has with a child, I see how hard it would be to sacrifice that. I truly have an admiration for those parents that are so unselfish that they choose to give a child up to a family that can provide and give a child a wonderful life. I sometimes wonder how it would have been if I had been kept by my birth Mother. It doesn't last long because I have been given a perfect life by my parents and they have loved me through good and bad. I know that no one could have provided the same life.
It makes me happy to know that people still choose to have "unwanted" babies and give them up to a family who isn't lucky enough to have their own. I am proud that my birth Mother gave me up so I could have what I have now and that I could be blessed with my Mom and Dad. I love them.

I thought it was over....scene 4

It as a day I was looking forward to all week. Audrey, Gracie and Jacob were coming over to hang out, get haircuts and have lunch.
So they get here around 11:15 and we start our excitement. The kids run, play and are beside themselves with happiness to all be together.
I start on Audrey's toes (because they need help-sorry Audrey) and because I actually enjoy putting acrylic on toes. As I am doing Audrey's toes, the doorbell rings. The doorbell actually rings several times, one time and after another, like a kid is playing with it. I go to the front door and look out the side window. There is an attractive female standing there. I open the door and am greeted with, "You have a problem with me". Let's not forget to mention the hands flying in a gangster-like action. I am totally caught off guard. I say, "What?". She repeats herself and tells me, "You have a problem with me? You are always calling the cops on me. You got a problem?". As I look around to see who else is witnessing this event, I notice her son is standing in the street video taping this whole thing. I start chuckling. She is standing there ranting and raving about how I "better be in court because I am the one who called" and blah, blah, blah. I politely tell her I don't have time for her craziness. She continues, and I tell her "Whatever, like I said, I don't have time for this" and tell her to have a good day and shut the door in her face.
I was so angry! She thinks she can come to my door now and threaten me? And have her son tape it? So I tell Audrey briefly what happened. Then I call David, who is playing golf with some of his friends. He comes home and he is mad as well. I am shaking because I am so mad. I finally settle down and promise Audrey I will stop talking about the incident.
Now I will give you a little insight to Melissa. I am a physical person. I have always been athletic, except for the last couple years. Stress has always been managed thru jogging, walking or lifting weights. Since my kids I have put on some weight and have not been so worried about it. This has effected my workout routine, although I still react with a physical result. Everyone shakes as far as I know when they get mad. Only a few of us want to throw punches and act out our emotions in a physically aggressive manner. I am VERY proud of myself to not have done that, although I really wanted to!
After David is home for awhile and I am ready to get going to school, he decides to go to the neighbors house and tell her to stay away from us, our house and anything Lomeli related. Apparently she wasn't home, or the "police knock" scared her too much for her to answer.
I don't know what the best thing to do is at this point. Do we confront her, do we live in fear or her crazy ass or do we move. I think it is a good idea for David to handle the situation and tell her what is going to happen to her the next time she comes on our property. I also think that we are bigger people and it's a good idea to just let it go. But whatever we decide...I am gonna carry that pepper spray when I am in my front yard and she will be sorry if she gets too close to me again.

the ten of 'um

So I have had a couple glasses of wine and needed to get soemthing off my chest. What is eriously up with Jon and Kate plus Eight! I am so irriated, like this helps my day. I have just finished reading Us Weekly and rad about how Jon is the "victim" but still goes out and gets laid by his young mistress whore. Then I am watching DVR and see how he is an "angel" going down the slopes with handicapp kids. YUCK! All the people I know tell me how bitchy Kate is, but I disagree. I think she is normal and funny. I think she tells it like it is and says exactly what she feels. I think Jon is the fake, lame and disfunstional one. I think that he needs to go back and re-read his vows, which don't say exactly "Love your wife even if she get's a little stuck up and bitchy", but that comes with all of it. I don't hold Kate out of the whole proble though. Do I make fun of David all the time? No. Ocaasinally? Yes. I love David though and woud never, in a million yars, make him feel inferior to me. If anything I am interior to him...I am a stay at home Mom. Anwyay, so Jon and Kate are lame now and I can barely watch their show because knowing that Jon is a fake, bastard cheater (which I have no respect for) and Kate is a richy, fake money humgary bitch, make me feel like there is no real "reality" TV because if the stories are true, they are not!!

Sour

Have you ever woke up and been irritated? Like, out of no where, just straght irritated. Was it a bad dream? Was it the little guy next to me kicking my back? Was it the fact that I am not taking in nearly enough bad-for-me food? I dunno. All I know is that I can feel this day is going to be long and sour. The best thing I can do for myself on days like this is go for a long power walk (that means swinging my arms wildly) or going in the backyard and gardening or fixing, or baking or cooking. I think I am gonna finish my coffee, make a fruit salad for th boys for breakfast and rip out weeds, plant flowers and obsess about this yard that has absolutely no rhymn or reason. I will let you know how that goes....

Random thoughts

I will be honest here. I am a tough Mom. I am very strict and expect certain things from my kids. I expect no whining, no fighting, and respect. I don't think that is too much to ask.
As my kids get older, I find that they are really growing up. It's expected, yes, but so quickly? I can't believe that Gavin is going to be in 1st grade. That is so wierd.
As I sat there watching him graduated from Kindergarten, I was proud and sad at the same time. I cried and smiled, trying to put on "happy" face for him, even though it torn me apart inside, thinking that he is going to be exposed to all kinds of garbage within the next couple years. I wish I could protect him from all the negative things the world has to offer, but I know I can't.
This brings me back to beng a strict Mom. I believe that children need boundaries and expectations. I have no doubt that my kids would be scared of me if they were ever sent to the Principals office or the like. That's the way I want it. There are times to be a friend to your kids, but all in all, you have to be a role model and teach them what is and is not exceptable.
I hope that I am able to teach them well enough so they will grow up and be wonderful men. There is nothing that a parent stresses about more then impacting their children enough to effect their life and to become all that they are able to.

pro's and con's

Top things about beauty school

1. My classmates. We have a lot of fun. Our instructor is laid back so we chat while we do our work. It's great! Gets us ready to talk while we beautify.

2. Learning something new that is creative.

3. Getting out of the house and doing something for the betterment of me. Sorry kids, it's my time.

4. Doing a procedure on someone and them liking it...or at least telling me they like it.

5. Feeling like I am worth something. I haven't felt like that since I brought home a paycheck.

Top worst things about beauty school

1. Mr. Federico is an asshole who doesn't deserve what he has and shouldn't get credit for the school or the institution as a whole.

2. It goes until 9:30 at night and we are usually done with our procedures by 8:15.

3. The caddy women and goofy teenage drama (although I do enjoy hearing about it).

4. People learning I used to be in law enforcement and asking questions about their criminal matters.

5. Knowing that after school is done I will be expected to go to work and earn a paycheck (double edge sword-I know).

Fatty

More on my dieting saga. I have gained all the weight back that I had previously lost on Weight Watchers last year and I am very mad at myself. I clearly have a problem. So I am officially back at Weight Watcher with all the other "Me" type personalities. I go with one of the Mom's from Gavin's school.
Upon arriving to the scale, I was greeted by a 40-something woman who made me feel like I had just rolled out of bed, which I had. Her make-up, hair and clothes were perfect. I was wearing some old maternity shorts (yes, you read that correctly), a work out shirt and a hat to hide my hair.
After weighing in, I sat and listened to the meeting at which time I realized that I just need gastric bypass. Take my stomach out, I don't have will power so I don't deserve such responsibility.
So today is my first day. I have eaten an egg with plain toast for breakfast, a half a ham sandwich for lunch, some watermelon and a peanut butter ball. I am starving!! I hope my stomach shrinks quickly so I don't have to have all my usual diet start up pains (ie: headache, grouchiness, loneliness).
Then to top it all off...two people today told me how thin I look. What? I just started my diet!