Party poopers...

So this last weekend we celebrated my son's 5th Birthday! I truly can't believe he is already 5, it seems like only yesterday that he was just a tiny tot running around making random funny noises. The party was a big hit! All the kids were well behaved, besides the oldest child who often times pushes my son's buttons, and gets on his bad side. They are good friends though, I had to step in once to point out that the party was my son's, and that for today, it was all about my son and his happiness. The kids played a few games, and random friends showed, most of which I was happy to see come.
However, a future sister-in-law decided to bring her bar pick up from the night before. This didn't go so well with me, I am just not one to come to a party where I am not invited. And I certainly wouldn't bring with me my fling from the night before. I guess if it would have been just a random adult party, that would be different, however, this was my child's birthday party. It was intended for family and friends, not for random strangers. As, you can tell, I am very annoyed by this. My fiance has promised to talk to his sister about it, as he thinks that it was inappropriate as well. It would have been different if I would have received a phone call asking if it was okay, at which time, I would have said no. I, my fiance, and our son, were not given that respect. To make matters worse, I am somewhat protective of my son, where we live there are a lot of pedophiles in our town, which makes it all the more annoying when someone brings a stranger to interact with a bunch of children. And why would some guy even want to come to a child's birthday party, be around his flings parents and family, it just seems strange to me.
Perhaps this person is a very nice guy, I don't know, I wasn't even introduced to him. Yet he ate and drank on my dime, and didn't even thank me for the free meal. I found him to be a bit rude, and ill mannered. Yeah, I am upset about it.
Perhaps, I am over reacting... I don't know, it's just not how I do things, and I don't know what to think about any of it.

However, minus the freeloading stranger, the birthday party was a success, everyone had a great time, and the children played, ate candy, and had a lot of fun.... This whole party thing, makes me wonder if I really want to have a wedding, I am strongly thinking of eloping... Parties are stressful! And a lot of work!

It's been awhile..

Wow, it's been forever since I have wrote anything on here... Not that anyone reads my blogs. I have been addicted to Myspace and my blogs on there are pretty popular. So I figured I would get back in touch with my blogger side of life. I am working on a new post which I will either post later tonight or tomorrow.

America's Unwanted Horses-- The Truth..

The Humane Society has a great article that talks about how horses are being sent to one of three slaughter houses in the United States. They have a link to contact congress to let them know how you feel about this kind of treatment of horses. It's not so much as to horses being slaughtered as to the way they are being treated before and after they get to the slaughter houses. They are hauled in cattle trailers cramped so full that weaker horses get trampled on. The fact that they are mistreated and mishandled throughout their journeys to the death. This is a horror story for our beautiful creatures, race horses who didn't win enough races, horses ill with disease, horses that were people's pets. This ungodly treatment of one of our greatest assest in this country is dispickable! It is about time our country stand up for our beautiful horses!
Another great place to go check out information on this type of cruelty is
The Equine Protection Network. This place has some pictures that are not for the faint of heart!
International Fund for HorsesThis place has a wonderful message and you can light a candle her for the horses slaughted in our country along with a message if you wish. This site has some dramatic pictures as well.

This industry of slaughtering horses for European consumption is wrong! I personally can't see why anyone would want to eat a horse, but that's just my opinion. I think that horses should be treated kindly and loves always, never eaten! Please go to the The Humane Society link and sign up to send a letter to Congress about this horrible fate our great horses are delt with on a daily basis. Thank you!! The horses thank you!!

Risky...Who me??

I stole this from Syllogism blog, I am not sure if I agree or not. But I guess if that's what the test comes up with, then it must by right, right? I love JFK, so maybe we are more alike then I thought.... interesting....

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Merry Freakin Christmas!?

So there is this gal in town, she's 22 years old, basically had everything handed to her from birth. That at least is what I am guessing since she doesn't have any concept of responsibility or what it means to own up to what she does. So, anyway to make a long story short, she stabs her now ex-boyfriend and serves 30 days in jaiil. I could stop there and that would be enough, I mean come on 30 days for stabbing someone??? What is the country coming too? How is she really going to learn anything in 30 days?
Okay so that's not all, because she has a drinking problem she is required to take "drunk classes" as she calls them, which is approximately 2 times a week, which she gets out of jail to go to! Oh wait it gets even better....
So it's Christmas time and guess who gets to get out of jail?? Our little stabber of a drunk, oh yeah! She got out on Dec 21st and doesn't have to go back till Jan 6th!! What the HELL!! So what does our stabber of a drunk do when she gets out? Go see her family? Heck NO! She heads straight to the bar!!
Okay, as you can guess I am alittle annoyed and a lot frustrated with our legal system... Now if I stabbed someone you can guarantee that whoever the judge was that they would throw the book at me and I would be spending a lot more time then 30 days in jail!
That's not all..

This gal has been arrested on numerous occasions, for such things as possession of drugs, drinking and driving, and giving false information to police. Why the heck is it that those who desperatly need to be taught a lesson never seem to get it?!

The Myth....I think not

So on Saturday night we had a girl's night out. It seemed like a great idea at the time, but as with anytime you get a bunch of girls together there will be some sort of drama.....
We went to the Myth Nightclub in Maplewood, it's a new clud that recently opened, and it's actually very trendy and nice. However, they did have a shortage of good looking people working there. I was a little dissapointed since I had heard such great things about this place. I had figured they would have all these great looking people there. However, it was a little drab. I guess that was a bit mean of me, but I guess the truth isn't always pretty. We must have been the best looking group in there because not more then 10 minutes after being there, we were invited to go up to the VIP lounge. We all thought that was really cool, except that there wasn't really anyone up there, the only benefit was that the drinks were a dollar cheaper up there then they were down stairs, and they had a "shot girl". This place was trying to have a "high-class" sort of appeal with bouncers in suits and they even had a girl going around cleaning the ash trays (in the VIP area), my god who'd want that job?! The bouncers were all big assholes. My friend was sitting on this stage area where we were dancing (it's was much higher then the dance floor, you actually had to climb up this thing to get on it) a bouncer came over and told her she couldn't sit there! What an ass, god forbid someone take a 5 minute break from shaking her ass! I guess I would give this place a big thumbs down. The stupid "special dj" didn't even start when he was supposed to, he apparently wasn't going to go on until one! You're a freaking dj.... Not some mega superstar!

Yeah so anyway back the drama....
Two dear friends had a spat, I don't even know what it was that was so bad that the other one said, but when you mix alcohol with misunderstandings it's a huge drama fest! We ended up leaving the mighty Myth and went to some other bar. I stayed behind in the RV, and proceeded to babysit once again....this seems to be my job where ever I go, I am the one who get's stuck keeping people safe, watching out so noone kills themselves, you know the drill, which wouldn't bother me if it wasn't everytime I went out. Maybe I guess I shouldn't go out anymore! Okay enough of the bitterness.....
I did have fun, even though I was a bit frustrated, it's been years since we all were together and it was fun to actually get to hang out with all of them again. I just wish some people would know their limits.

My Hero

My Uncle Rick…. As a child I grew up idolizing my Uncle Rick, there being just a few years between us we were more like brother and sister then uncle and niece. As a child my mother worked full time at a truck stop and tried to go to school full time too, so she had very limited time to raise my brother and I. So I would spend the week with my grandparents while my mother went to school (my brother would stay with our father). Growing up with my grandparents was a different sort of lifestyle, we had no running water, to heat the house they used wood burning stoves, so you’d go to school with the stench of smoke. My grandmother would put buckets out to collect rain so that she could boil it to heat it for baths, do you have any idea how much a bucket of water turns out to be in a bath tub? (About an inch of water all around you!) As a child I learned to appreciate the small things in life that other people took for granted, say a toilet that flushed. Well we made the most of it growing up, and needless to say I grew up somewhat sane.
Anyway back to my story of my hero. My Uncle Rick has Lupus, a disease that affects you body so that it basically starts attacking itself, he has little memory of things that have happened in his life. Last year I made the journey out to see him, after learning of his disease and hearing that his life was to be much shorter then we all expect it to be. I left my three year old behind with his father, and I made the journey out to Oregon to see him, not knowing what kind of shape he might be in and not sure if I could bare to see my hero sick. When I arrived my aunt and grandmother were there to pick me up. After some strained small talk we made our way back to Salem where they were staying with my Uncle’s ex-wife. Trying to keep the peace between my grandmother and myself I chose that the best idea was to stay with my Uncle’s ex-wife so that I didn’t have to deal with the stress of pissing them off. In doing so I regret that I didn’t just blow them all off to spent every waking minute with my Uncle, but we all do stupid things in a effort to make other people happy, ignoring our own feelings. Well after a day of dealing with them I got to go out to dinner with my Uncle, his wife and the kids. He seemed okay, a little older then I remember him, he had gained some weight due to the handful of pills he had to take every morning. He had become a man of wisdom and still more then ever my hero. I still looked at him like I did growing up.
When it came time to talk about the past, I was touched that after pretty much forgetting everything that had happened in that past 10 or more years he could remember our great adventures. You could see the gleam in his eye as he told his wife of the time we went out on his dirt bike in the cherry orchard or the time we chased the neighbor’s peacock into the woods which ended badly for the peacock, the time he stuck me in the mail box to scare the postman (it was a BIG mailbox!!). The time he tied me up with shoe strings so I wouldn’t follow them (them being my uncles brothers) the time I tried chewing tobacco because he had some and I wanted to be just like him….BAD IDEA!!
It was so touching to know that in his eyes I was his hero, too. The way he spoke of our childhood was as if I was telling the story! I listened and laughed at the funny parts, only to feel like I wanted to burst out into tears and beg it not to be so!! I couldn’t live without my Uncle after all heroes aren’t supposed to die! They are supposed to live forever! We had our fun and talked most of the night, I went back and stayed with my grandmother, aunt, and my uncle’s ex-wife. Two days later I went out to breakfast with my Uncle and his family, I met his dear friends who were like parents to him, I was touched to see how much pride he gleamed with as he told them who I was “ This is my niece Astoria…” he go on to tell of one of our adventures, and they would all laugh.
After breakfast my uncle and I took a trip to Dallas where we had grown up. We went past the place where we used to fish, past the our old school, past the place were we used to go get ice cream after we had chicken dinner. Then he took me up the hill to were it all began, the place where all the memories came from. As we got closer I noticed that not much had changed, a few more houses, yuppies trying to take over the hill. He started to slow down, the memories started to come back to me, I looked across the road to where we would dirt bike in the cherry orchard, it was as if I could still see us there. Then back towhere the house used to be, now an empty lot with less trees and a lot of brush. It’s amazing how time changes. When my grandpa was sick they had to move to California, the weather was too moist for his lungs, it made him sick. After he died not much time after, they moved, they tore the house down and put the land up for sale. The land seemed so dead, so gloomy, it was so sad that the place where we had made all these wonderful happy memories could be so empty. So on we went, up to were my cousins lived, past were childhood friends had lived. On we went past more places were memories were made. It was almost like journey of the end. The whole time I wanted to burst out and say “your not sick, stop playing another one of your tricks on me, your NOT funny!” I knew that wasn’t the case and I fought with myself to put my best face on, I didn’t want him to see me cry.
The next day, the day before my journey back to reality, we went for a ride on his Harley. Now one important thing about my uncle that I forgot to mention is that since he was a kid he wanted a Harley, so when he got to show me his bike he was like little kid. I loved watching him tell me about it, they way his face lit up. We got all ready to go, helmet, jacket, and on we went. Now here is where I lost all control, we were out on a back road away from much of anything when he chuckled to himself, and he said “for old times…”, I said “go for it…” And he did 90 miles an hour down a deserted road, the pressure from the wind made my head feel like it was going to come right off! I didn’t care I started to cry to myself, he probably felt the same way I did, I was that little girl who was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t care what tomorrow brought for that moment I felt truly happy. I had finally let myself feel the joy of being there with him, and the sadness of the possibility of his life being cut short.
The next day he drove me the airport, it was a sobering experience, we both felt it, the heaviness of the good bye that was creeping up on us, much sooner then we had wanted. He took the long way, we made small talk, stopped and had lunch. Then we were there, at that damn airport were we had to depart from our trip down memory lane. We were faced with the reality of this could be the last time we ever see each other again, I cried (like a big baby!) and after a huge long hug, a word of take care and I love you, he walked away. I saw him wipe the tears out of his eyes, even though he tried to hide it from me.
The reason for my story is that tonight I talked to my Uncle, he is doing okay, even though everyday he has to fight to get out of bed, because his legs are in bad shape from the disease. He tries to live his day to the fullest and not to dwell on the inevitable. I feel I need to tell the world about my Uncle because of the wonderful man that he is. He and his wife just took in, 3 months ago, about 10 kids! My uncle being an adopted child, felt like he needed to help out kids like him. Do you see what I am talking about?? I love this man, I don’t know what might have happened to me if he weren’t there for me. I want shout it from the roof tops how much he means to me! I dread that day I get the phone call that he is no longer with us, I dread it everyday. I know we all have people in our lives who have touched us in someway, who have been there for us when no one else was. I hope that my story will make you get off your ass and tell them what they mean to you, or tell them how much their love has helped you. You never know when that’s all someone needs to hear to help them get through a tough time. Please pick up that phone, write an email, do whatever it takes before it’s too late, life is too short, we should let those around us know how much they mean to us. Thanks for reading my story….