Last days

Today is my last day at work. I am filled with nostalgia, and sorrow. Mainly, because this is something I have been doing for two+ years and I actually finished it the right way. I followed through and finished it till the end. I am very sad to go and leave my office, which will probably be the only "corner" office I will ever have. I am sad to leave behind all my friends that I have made here, and the joy they bring to my life.

I am grateful for my new job, and the excitement and the positive influence I can bring to it. I am nervous about making a mistake, and doing something to make them regret hiring me.

I am sad to see one door close, but excited and nervous to have another open wide in front of me. I am grateful to my family and my friends for all their support. I am grateful to my children who have been patient and caring all the time while I am working. I have come so far since March 26, 2005 when I was asked to leave my home, and with two suitcases, two carseats, 2 babies and a Kindergartener I boarded a plane, and began the journey of starting over. That day I had nothing but the children in my arms, some clothes, and today, I am in a home, my children are growing, and I am on the threshold of something truly great.

I am, today, truly blessed. But I still have a long way to go

Crime and punishments:2009

Well, since I am confident that nobody actually reads this blog on a regular basis, I am going to use it to get all my frustrations regarding my current difficulty out.

I got a phone call last week, from a woman who is claiming that my husband of 7 months is still married to her. My husband is a truck driver, and that profession carries a stereotype of having a woman in every truckstop in all corners of the United States. I have to admit though, my husband is not the one I would believe this about. He joined my church, and that doesn't speak of someone who is trying to maintain some kind of fraud, because that created another form of identification... a baptizm record. He speaks constantly of adopting my children, and making a family for us, and us retiring together on the shore of a mountain lake in Kentucky. He tells me that I am June Carter to his Johnny Cash. Both of us have been hurt. We have both been through divorces and dealt with cheating, so when I got this call, you could have knocked me over with a feather. *slight chants of Jerry! Jerry! rising*

Anyway, she has been bombarding me with phone calls, and facebook messages, etc, and all I can do is kind of sit back and mourn the happiness we had started to build... not that it was perfect, we are still struggling with money, and all, but things were actually working towards a goal.

I have performed every background check I can find. I have spent close to $100, and found nothing. There is no documentation of any legitimate marriage between these people. Hubby has admitted a live-in relationship with this woman, but claims that it was her obsession with him that ended the relationship and that they were never legally married. What he failed to take into account was the legal rammafications of a common law situation. *Ignores the deafening chants of "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!*

What has in fact happened is nothing malicious, but surmounts to a huge clerical error. This woman took his name, and they cohabitated for a period longer than 2 years. In any legal light, this constitutes a common law marriage. However, he was not legally divorced from his first wife until January of 06... which leaves it open to judicial interpretation as to whether or not an actual marriage exists.

My head is spinning, and I am waiting any moment for Jeff Foxworthy to bring me my free lifetime membership to the trailer park. The short of it is: I don't want this much drama in my life!!!!!! I love my husband that is true, but I have lost people before, and while it is tragic when a marriage relationship ends, I will survive. I want to be with someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with them. I don't want to be with someone who is asking me to divide his attention with anything besides employment. My family is important to me, more important than any man.

Now, I know what you are all thinking, I should turn my tragedy into a reality competition show... make a million dollars, and retire. No... I think not. I am going to do what everyone on the Rock of Love Bus would never do........... nothing. I don't want a man I have to fight for. I don't want to have to engage in a stripper pole dance off, or a catfight in a vat of chocolate pudding. If someone is going to be married to me, they have to love, honor, cherish, and nookie only me. Anything else is not acceptable.

So, forget any hair pulling episodes of Jerry Springer. This girl is moving on with her life, and should my husband choose to do so at my side, then all other circumstances will have to be dealt with and resolved, and put in the past. It is up to him. I am moving forward, with or without him.

Pre-Tween drama and Dirty words

I have three beautiful children... at least on days I don't want to throttle them, and the oldest will be 10 this summer. So, according to the new hip-parenting lingo he is a pre-tween. Not a kid but not yet a pre-adolecent. Well, it seems as if he is entering the difficult phases of puberty without the puberty. Last night he asked me some incredibly uncomfortable questions about his anatomy and what is acceptable to do with it, and I was totally taken aback. My husband, being the person he is, is of course not home and I had to deal with it. Then I had to shower. Honestly, the idea of my son having any kind of thoughts about adult matters is just not something I am going to accept. Then, this morning, my son and his girlfriend (which is his best friend who happens to be a girl) were playing soccer at the bus stop and all heck broke loose when he missed a kick. Instead of rationally discussing the problem, he explodes and begins to curse like a.....well truck driver..... (thanks honey!) I had to calm the child down while attempting to dress my youngest child who is preparing for a career as an escape artist.

I am tired. I need a diet coke

Gifts from God and other ways of making a mess

Dearest readers,

I am first and foremost a mother of three, and thus is my calling in life. However, I continually amaze and awe over the wide spectrum of distruction that can be caused by six little hands and six little feet.

We arrived home last night from our Easter trip to visit the kids' grandparents (code for my ex husband's parents) in Lytle, TX. This entire town is filled with two substances: 1.) God-fearing, hard working, small town Americans, and 2.) Dirt. It is the second substance by which my children gain the majority of their enjoyment while visiting in Lytle. When we arrived home yesterday, my youngest son, the angel blonde Paul Newman-blue-eyed- adonis of a little boy was essentially doing his impression of the peanuts character pig-pen. And with this impression, he left a trail of dirt from the car to the livingroom to the bedroom, to the bathroom that could make a white glove cry.

Now, I am the last person out there who is anal about cleaning. However, returning from Lytle makes even me cringe. I will now spend the next 4 days wondering how I am going to clean my house, and then Friday I will be depressed because I haven't cleaned it, then Saturday, I will clean it. And so it goes.....