I am not very "Politically Correct." I cuss. A lot. If you can't handle the "F" word, quit reading. If you can't handle the "C" word, or maybe even the "P" word, then go away.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
It's very "moving."
A once in a lifetime event, I'm sure...going to see The Moving Wall on Independence Day. Well that's what we did. It had rained earlier in the day, and I hoped it would subside for our trip up there. It did. We walked around the mud and avoided the puddles while the sun shined above. Reading the thousands of names inscribed on the half-size replica of the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial that is located in Washington D.C. was truly an experience.
I'm a stay at home mom of three, who is just trying to keep her sanity. I'm indefinitely engaged to a great guy. I try to be a good person, but sometimes the devious bitch in me throws a wrench in my quest for..."goodness."
Blaine - aka Country: He's my "baby daddy." He is my heart and soul. He loves me for me, and that wins his ass major points.
Rhiannon - aka Drama Queen: My oldest child. She is much like me. She thinks she has to have the last word. She never will as long as I am around.
Colton - aka The Boy: My middle child. He lives in a world of his own, and allows people to visit on occasion. He is the coolest boy I know.
Kennedy - aka Devil: My youngest child. She is silly and loves to be the center of attention. Has attitude and temper of both Mom and Dad. That sometimes leads to the bowels of Hell unleashing fury in my home.
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