Thursday, December 30, 2010

Why is it called a "Broken" home?

There is a saying now a days that 50% of ALL marriages end in divorce. After some research they saying is statistically true.
Divorce is all around us, in fact it would be easier to tell you who hasn't been divorced then to make you the list of people who have been divorced.
I am from a broken home as people like to say. My parents divorced when I was 8. At that age your whole world falls all around you. I have an older sister who was 10 at the time of the divorce and a little brother who was 3. Now with most divorces you hear about the children stay with their mother for her to raise. Not in this case. We were stationed in Germany at the time and with our dad and since our parents were divorcing we had to go. We were shipped out of the country back to the United States. At the time we thought we were all going to go home to California. And all meaning my sister, my brother, my mom and I, but when we got to LAX we were told that our mom wasn't going to stay that she was on the next flight out to Phoenix, where she was going to go live.
After many years both of our parents remarried, our father extended our family with 4 more kids, 2 boys and 2 girls and again May years later divorced. Though our mother remarried there was no extended members added to the group.
This made me the second oldest now of 7 kids. After many years and some divorces between me and my sister and us extending our families by having children. I found my biological father which added two more siblings to my count 1 boy and 1 girl. Now making me the only child but having 4 brothers and 4 sisters. And to top this off our mother and our step father divorced, and though us kids are now 28, 26, and 21 our whole world fell apart.
Our mother again left town......again. Leaving 6 grand babies behind and the 7th on the way.
Our step father is now the one left to watch us grow old.
With my husband, divorce was common for him too, he is one of 8 kids. I am not too sure how many times his mom has been married but I know of at least 3. 2 of his sisters and one of his brothers have also divorced and extended our family.
With the 2 families gatherings are always HUGE and crowded! The house is usually loud and exciting and filled with drama. But when things get down and gloomy there is always someone there to help some way. Either a shoulder to cry on, a place to crash or someone to vent to. With all the love in the world.
With this said..... Why are they called "broken" homes. Why can't they be called extended homes? Or better yet LOVED homes.... I know that with all my dad's and all my siblings and all the kids, No matter what I do or what I fuck up at the end of the day I am loved. And for that I am blessed to be from what they would call a "broken" home.
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Thursday, December 9, 2010

A Piercing Experience

Last Saturday I went to go get my early Christmas gift. I was joined by sister in law, her boyfriend at the time, her best friend, my brother in law's girlfriend, and my hubby and my two brother in law's met us up there at the tattoo shop to witness the torture. We arrived at the shop right before they opened and the younger kids all went in the shop while my hubby and I finished our cigs.
As we walked in my sister in law was making small talk with the shop owner and the employees there. I didn't think anything of it at first all seemed innocent at first. I was handed my paperwork to fill out for my piercing after I had informed my sister in laws friend that I was going to pay for her piercing as an early Christmas present. She was very surprised since she had just asked if I would let her pay me back.
I didn't even get my first name wrote out before my sister in law had to open her mouth.
" Sandra, Don't forget you have to sign for your daughter."
We all looked at her like she was an idiot seeing that it is VERY illegal to do that and number two the minor is 16 and I am 26, I was a little curious on how that worked seeing the fact that all tattoo shops check ID's for ALL services they offer, and I didn't remember giving birth at the age of 10!
After the tattoo shop heard my sister in law he asked me " How old is the minor?"
I replied " 16"
"Does she have an ID?"
"Yes sir"
"How old are you?"
" So you are in fact NOT her mom"
" No sir"
" She can not be pierced without parental consent"
"Ok that's understandable. Are we allowed to call her mother to get the consent? She does agree to it but wont be able to make it up here to sign the paperwork."
"No as a matter of fact none of ya ll are! Since she tried to lie to me!" As he pointed to my sister in law. "Bye!"
We had just gotten kicked out of the only place in the Circle City that I knew of to have piercings done. I was pissed!!!!! We walked out of the shop and loaded up the cars. While my hubby and his brothers were still in the shop looking through the tattoos I had words with my sister in law, she apparently didn't give two shits less what she had done. Not only could she had made that guy loose his business but she could have gotten me and that man threw in jail. She knew I was mad at her because she decided to go for a walk when we went got home.
While her and her boyfriend went for a walk, me and my mother in law called around and was lucky enough to find a place that was open, and had the same rate for piercings. We were all talking and decided that we were going to go have the torture done with out taking my sister in law and her big mouth! So we loaded up again and headed back to the Circle City to get the torture done.
When we got to the other tattoo shop we went in and signed our paperwork paid the man and waited. We had to wait until the other customer was done before we could go back and have our lips pierced. My sister in laws friend was wanting the Monroe (the one that makes you look like you have a beauty mark) and I was going for what I know as a fish hook, but i guess they are known now as a snake bite. Of course I made her go first. She made it look so easy as she had an 8 inch needle go through her lip! before I knew it it was my turn and then it was over. My hands got sweaty, and I got a hot flash too. I figured I was fine until I stood up.... i felt like i was going to pass out! Even though i never did the tunnel vision and the weakness was enough to come close! Needless to say I am done with the piercings... it was in fact a piercing experience I wont forget!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Air Mattress vs. The 7 year old.....

A lil shy of a week away from Thanksgiving my 7 year old daughter was getting ready for bed. It was a Friday night and we were behind schedule so I was trying to hurry them up to get to bed since the 2 girls had to miss school that day due to being sick with strep throat, and upper respiratory infections. Plus my 3 year old was sick with the same and coup and laryngitis, so I was having an AWSOME day! (All sarcasm there).
Since we are in the process to the big move and staying with my mother in law we have the younger 2 girls on an air mattress and the oldest on the couch in the living/family room. Well for some odd reason, probably to put her geek gear aka glasses away, Lo was getting back out of bed and caught her right big toe under her right foot and stepped on it! Being in the back half of the house I was unaware of this until she came and showed us her toe, I had my husband look at it and he thought it was just a sprain and we sent her to bed.
The next morning when I got a better look at it my gut instinct told me there was more to the sprain toe then we originally thought and I called into work to take Lo to the dr, this made our second trip in 3 days! When we got to the dr they wanted us to go to the hospital for a x-ray, never a good sign.
We went to the closest hospital for the x-ray and after the technician took the pictures, she viewed them to make sure they were good before sending us on our way home.... Well we didn't go home. Instead they sent us to the ER because Lo had in fact broke her big toe! Only my child I thought.
As we waited in the ER for them to call the orthopedic doctors to get his option on the matter and what to do, poor Lo was questioned and talked to by EVERY old sick person in ER it seemed like and she kept asking me " Mom why are they all talking to me" lol, again only my child! One lady came up and used baby talk on Lo and she had to ask when that lady walked away. " Do I look like a baby? She was talking to me like I was a baby!" (Laughs out loud) awwww kids!
After a long wait they came and told us that they were going to put her in a post opt boot until we could follow up with the bone specialist on Monday, but they were having to find a small enough boot! Apparently kids don't break their bones on the weekend in the South!
Another long wait and they come back with a long cart and a pair of crutches. GREAT I think to myself. She's going to break her arm or leg before we can even get out of the ER! They improvised on her post opt boot and gave her the crutches. Which were too big! Of course I didn't notice it until after we got home when my husband informed me of the fact. And when I really paid attention it was oh so obvious! Lol Thank God I took them away from her before we even got out of ER!
We got home and poor Lo had 2 days of staying off her foot til we could get to the specialist for further instructions, not an easy task for a 7 year old I am sure!
After a LONG weekend of " I'm bored", I called and made an appt for the bone specialist. We got in there later that afternoon and they were NO help at all! They took a whole 5 MINUTES with her! They decided to keep her in the post opt boot. I thought it made no sense at all! She is 7! And with a post opt boot her toe is exposed to being hurt again! But what do I know! I don't have the PHD in medicine, so of course I know SHIT! After the doctor gave his "expert" opinion, his shadow aka the nurse stayed and told us that due to our insurance we had to go see another specialist for the post opt boot! Ridiculous I know! That has made the 5th specialist in 4 days! So off we went to get the post opt boot, but wait! They took off Lo's rigged boot and she had no other shoe with her! Man! She is a 50lb kid with one shoe! And I barley push over 100lbs soaking wet! Now I have to carry her! FML! Thank goodness my husband was there and he got to tote the kiddo! Lol
We took the short trip around the corner to go get the post opt boot but again they didn't have the right size, AAARRRGGGHHH! I was getting so irritated at this point with this whole ordeal! Come to find out thy were at least able to order one but it would be the next day and they couldn't give me a round about time that it would be in, so another day of no work in order to manage the broke toe.
The following day we got the call that the post opt boot was in at 2:30 in the afternoon! A wasted day of waiting around! Finally though we got the boot and she was able to get back to school after the Thanksgiving break!
We follow up in 2 weeks to see if the toe healed correctly.
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