I am new to this blogging thing. I hope to make things a little more interesting as I go along. I do a lot of crafts and things, live on a small hobby farm, have two boys and a husband, which makes three boys total I guess, lol. (heck, I pick up after all of them) We are getting ready for the bridge to flood, between Hamilton, il and Keokuk, Ia. I really need to vent today. Please dont thin I am a bit*her or winer, I am not. I am frustrated today though. I just called a million numbers to have my sisters baby checked on. I am afraid of getting that call saying she has shaken or hurt that baby. We will call him L. on here. She was just arrested two months ago for using a knife on her stepdad. She has no control over her temper. She is very selfish and mean and I am afraid for the baby. It was hard to call in a way, but easier because of little L. being in possible danger or being neglected. I havent gotten to see him, but he is my nephew and I know how she is. Anyway, I called 6 numbers, was transferred several times and wound up very frustrated. Hopefully when I hound them on Tuesday they will have checked. Adding to my frustration is being yanked off of longtime meds so fast that I am in withdrawl. Cant sleep, hold down food,anything. I feel like crap. My oldest,6, is out of school for the summer and my little one, 2 and a half is potty training. He will pee in the potty, but only if allowed to run around bottomless and in just a long shirt. Just the air on his booty. He has pooped on the floor a couple of times, but is trying to make it to the potty before he explodes, lol. Hopefully he will wear underwear soon, but we are liberal and will not force him to wear underwear when he is doing so well his way. Less diapers and Laundry. Emery, the youngest, also has a personality quirk where things have to be so-so. If he has a cheese slice and it breaks before he can eat it, he wont eat it and will scream while waving around this broken slice of cheese, lol. Kinda funny, but will drive you crazy. He refuses to talk, at least not english. He waves his hands all over the place and spouts out a bunch of crap you cant understand. Italian gibberish we call it. More on that later. My oldest is hearing impaired, we have some funny conversations that have their own route, a way off course one. We can see the humor in such things though. I have to have a sense of humor to have this life.
I will post some of my pics on here later also, I do a lot of photography....Shay
Don called (my 'father', I just call him Don) Makes me want to hang myself, talking to him. Wish I would stop answering the phone.
